Unnamed

There's a line of crimson in the sky today.
It seems like the sun seems to follow its own jestream.
Moonbeam,
You are the stream, silver lining of the river it left behind on the earth.
Moonshadow, oh moon shadow
My dreams, we aspire for the future.

Let not the smoke of today cloud the young of tomorrow.
Let the pain of pushing through this day and the next mean something to the adult I'm trying to raise.
Let our struggles harden the child I'm trying to brave.

We are a delicate race, suspended on fragile strings
Like a chinese yoyo, the world spins,
Sideways,
On its own line of fate.

The city's full of smokers.
She called them 'faithful addicts'.
The tops of those skycrapers
Driving a dagger into the devil.
The demons of the hopeless,
The whores of the fruitless,
The agents of the homeless,
And the kings of the heartless.

I'm not a tool, I'm not a puppet.
I'm a creation, that's been fearfully and wonderfully made,
And my soul is eternal.
A life was promised to me on the other side,
So I'm reaching out to claim it.
I may have missed the nine o'clock bus, but there isn't any traffic.

This is a protest.
By the sinners of the cole world,
We're the brave world.
Take our heartstrings,
Weave into one string,
And fly it.
One day it'll sing out our stories as a star blazes a cross it.
Watch it light up the generations of tomorrow,
And the music left in their ears will sustain them,
We paid their debts,
So they wouldn't have to borrow.
No more begging, no more stealing.

There's a line of crimson in the sky today.

impossible

'i was careless, i forgot'

unnamed

this feeling is inescapable.
its in the tips of my fingers,
its in the roots of my hair.
it burns in the palms of my hands,

its everywhere i go,
and nowhere i can't see.

its in the way i walk,
like ice cracking before an avalanche,
or the tingling feeling before the flame hits,
it poisons every string and fibre of my heart
and crushes against the soles of my feet.

its the blackest river that creeps into a virgin stream.
the only sedative to chain the only dream.
its like cocaine.
taking over my blood.
it steals my senses.
no, it bought them over.

i gave in.
with all my knowledge, and my values.
i gave in.
with all my faith, and my religion.
i gave in.
with all my complaints, all my fears and worries.

even if the universe blanketed me in all the stars,
even if the galaxies gave me their immortal colours,
even if the sun burned me down to the shred of an atom.

you'd still see it.
you'd still be able to see the words painted in red, across my face.
i'm on the other side of the line now.

you were never a victim. 
you have fallen.
climb from this bottomless pit.

its called regret.

drunk

it felt like flying
gliding, sailing,
fleeting away from you.

the other half of me.
the right half.

you saw through me,

this incongruous feeling.

this breach of a parameter.

i crossed the line.

i turned off the lights.
and danced in those laserbeams.

invincible rebel.
come to me.
feed on your weaknesses.
feel free to be anything but 'me'.

i thought i wouldn't be able to remember. but i do. 
i remember everything.
screaming out for you.

inside. all on the inside.
and then the curtains open, 
and there you are.
standing centre stage,
spotless.

and then the mask 
falls off, and they all saw you.
my demon.

the other half.
the wrong half.

carousels

'carousel at Hyde Park'

within a matter of seconds,
the world stops blurring infront of my eyes
the pixels stop morphing
and put down their disguise.

i am called to answer,
in a court of law.
order, They say, is up to me
even if it seemed to grow further and further.

They said,
you. grab it back,
when we pull it away.
you. seize the chance,
when you are given another day.

to live.
pour vivre,
il y a une vie, seulement.

et, je ne suis rien une petite fille, d'accord?
i have a working mind,
and a beating heart.
a will to learn
my strength bestowed by God,
a marvelous start. a marvelous start.

take the world as it is,
that flaming orb in your palm.
let no jester's rhyme turn your head
and no man make you lose your charm.

"take what you can, give nothing back"
hit the road, jack.

you don't live here no more.

"this world is not my home"

here i stand,

'free fall'

the rock she built her dreams on
the child he hoped to see aspire
to fight the against the veil
that was drawn over her eyes
to hide her passion, her thirst for justice.

the child grows everyday
and everyday it thirsts to know
which way is right to know which way to go.
there isn't a corner left to hide in,
as time starts to fly in,
all the alarms start ringing,
its the airpatrol,
black the windows out,
snuff the candles,
go to sleep cold and shivering.
unable to decide which breath to take and when.

what do you do with the power of awareness?
it is not to recognise the trouble you're in,
it is not enough to admit your feelings.
"It is not because men's desires are strong
that they act ill; it is because their consciences are weak."

will i come to you even with the storm raging on?
will i walk blindly towards you over the water?
i feel like i'm drowning already,
irony,
the boat that I want to do the rescue?
I got the colour painted, the size mapped out,
I got the dimensions and the crew.

yet, here i stand,
on the bottom of the sea floor.
i'm staring up and i don't know whether i'm supposed to fight the depths to surface
or whether i'm just down here, chain and ball,

mama, am i supposed to escape this?
or am i supposed to push through?
i keep making these mistakes,
its the only way i've ever learned.

when everything is changing,
what do i hold onto?


i'm trying to figure it out.

the special ones

in the middle of all the action,

the lights go off,

and they flicker.

suddenly everything becomes a scramble of limbs,

a snapshot,

a glimpse,

gone.

those are like the memories with you.

with all of you.

digging deeper into the closets of the incubus,

i find that all that i clothed myself with were

the shadows of a life worth living.

the reflections in the mirror

should be worth seeing face to face.

yet, i'm still so confused when it comes to you.

to all of you.

attraction, it's predatory on the rational values of my soul,

it encroaches on the private borders of my mind,

it brings me back to edge,

it tapdances on those lines,

drawn out in chalk,

they're fading.

i'm trying not to seem shifting.

where's the concrete to lay down the slab

on my chest, on my feet, on my hands,

on my heart.

letting the city swallow me.

keeping myself from the everchanging,

still, my mind runs too fast from the cage

it knows too well...

there isn't any life after this hell.

"hell is a state of being" and being in love is "glamourous hell".

let me know when you're being genuine.

when you're really in love.

because all of them felt the same,

so either i'm fickle, or i'm really good at lying.