Why is it that I feel so hopeless?
So worthless?
So unwanted?
Why is it that after all this gasping,
I still cannot breathe?
Why is it that these tears, like pain,
shoot through my veins?
Why is it that you dont want me,
dont love me like I do you?
Why is that you hurt me,
and make me want to hurt you?

I refuse to be someone I'm not.
I refuse to live in a box.
I refuse to keep my mouth shut,
This prewritten life, I rebut.
I wont be your puppet,
I wont read from your script,
I dont care if you dont like me,
Im sick of this shit,
I wont play pretend,
I'd rather die than be fake,
I wont make amends,
I dont care, it's too late.
It sickens me, how you just sit there...
How you act, and you act, and you act.
It sickens me, how you sit there,
how you laugh, and you laugh, and you laugh,
You claim you're unique and you claim that you care,
Then you announce that
"he's emo,""Because of his hair."
You label, You judge,
You adorn your disguise,
'n then you pass on a chain letter That promotes your demise.
Well Im sick of your lies, and I purely despise,
Your two-faced, makeup covered,"Im-cool" disguise.
I wont play your game,
and I wont be your illusion,
Where you preach acceptance, and you whisper exclusion.
I dont care if my shirt, screams nerd, goth or prep,
So what? I'm a flirt,
and I'm socially inpet.
I care for my friends, and I love them no less,
No matter how their hair looks, No matter how they dress..
So after a great deal of thinking,
about shutting my mouth,
about up-and-leaving, and flying away south,
In hopes that you'll like me,
If Im quiet and fake, Ive decided to speak,
For all of our sakes.
I wont shut my mouth,
and I wont run away,
I'm going to face this,
Each and every day,
Resisting your urging,
For me to conform,
I'll wait for your theories to Be ripped up and torn
By their utter hypocracy,
It seems only I can see,
And I'll show you how great,
being the authentic you can be.

Smile curves his soft lips
How Mysteriously Dark
Hard-Pounding heart--Hark.

Whisper in his eyes
Reflects the ghostly moonlight
showing me the truth

Crying heartfelt tears
Pooling at my soaking feet
Puddles show my face

The sakura sways
hearts blowing with her branches
Mine is tossed away

A light
So slight
Dwelling in my heart
His might
The sight
Expressed through love and art
A prism divides
Many coloured strands
In death and in life
guiding are his hands
He knows me, he shows me,
whats in my heart and mind,
through your eyes I see him,
I'm no longer blind.

This feeling,
This smile,
Engulfing me,
This fleeting,
This fire,
Can only be...
Just one simple thing,
that I know and adore.
Passion and comfort,
united once more.
In yours eyes,
in mine.
Excited, sublime,
Sychronized, opposing,
sheltering, exposing,
this puzzle, this map,
That I know all too well,
is unknown to me,
Incantations, this spell.
I'm cast into darkness,
Surrounded by light,
armed with these weapons,
Unable to fight.
This passion, heat, fire,
is cool like a stream,
Refreshing and pure,
Like a hot summer's dream.
So hold me and whisper,
throw me and shout,
I love you, I hate you,
This undoubtable doubt.
Caged with this freedom,
Burned by this ice,
Deep contemplation,
Dont have to think twice,
Burdened with choices,
Released by none,
and it's slowly sudden,
This cloudy sun,
The heat of your touch,
My heart singing-be,
I render myself ready,
to belongith to thee.

The road of life is a long one,
Hindered by rocks, fog and rain,
No matter where you have come from,
Your journey shall not be in vain.
For if not silver and bronze,
If not a thing of great price,
Your journey, no matter how long,
Will bring you the best of advice...
The rain shall clean your impurities,
The sun shall dry your tears,
The snow shall freeze good memories,
To remember them all through the years.
The road of life is a long one,
We try to quicken our drive,
But we know it cant all be discovered,
And on this, we imagine and thrive.
The road of life is a long one,
So keep your hands on the wheel,
Keep driving through every new season,
And soon, your scars shall be healed.

My Rhymes
My rhymes,
They are so me,
just being what I'm meant to be,
And if you don't wanna see,
than baby, dont look at me,
But my rhymes, they will still be,
because they're my reality.
'cause my life is poetry,
It's pure spontenaity,
But ultimately,
My rhymes, they are just me.