Lives in Transition

I see,
it has been a very long while, hasn't it?
Long time no see,
with such words uttered every minute after it.
I miss you so,
for your charming soul raised me from low.
I kiss you so
that your mindful soul will forever avoid sorrow.
I wish you so
that your soulful mind would no longer be hollow.
Ravishing glow
that will last until the end of time's flow.

Walking hand in hand
through all of our fears in a very bad land;
we found refuge
in one another while standing in a deluge.
Anchored to the ground,
no winds or seas nor the bad land's sound
shall spin us around,
as we already had one another found.

I see
the word 'forever' carved into our smiles, isn't it?

Kill

Will you perceive yourself as a sordid thing?
A sordid thing who lives with such a daring routine;
dared to follow the routine like a floating bling;
bling bling and all those little showy machines.
Machinery and mascots are the same to you,
for you are unworthy of a light onto you;
for you who stole the minds and bodies of others,
otherwise known as a man who disgraced mothers.
Motherly love was absent, this is what you said;
your sayings are mere lies about human greed,
greediness killed your soul and ruined our lives;
our lives may not be important because it is never you.
You claimed unrivaled importance in your dreams and hopes,
hoping that we would throw our lives away for your goals;
your goals are but our moans, so leave us alone, will you?

Will you see and understand me as a sordid thing?
A sordid thing, trying to catch up with such a daring routine,
dared to console our soul who lost its own bling;
bling bling has flown away into the cores of machines.
Machinery went berserk and revealed itself to be you,
for you are trampled by society's hatred onto you;
for you who misunderstood compassion towards others,
otherwise known as protection of the children of mothers.
Motherly tears were shed, 'nothing' was what you said;
your sayings confused our sanity, faith and greed;
greediness has turned you away from our lives;
our lives were beautiful but were traumatized because of you.
You undermined our efforts to achieve our dreams and hopes,
hoping that one day, our lives will be your realistic goals;
your goals are but harmful to us, so stay away, will you?

Will you comprehend that this cycle will never end,
or are you blinded from the world by the greed of yourself?
I will explain to you why this cycle will never end,
because people kill people to kill themselves.

The Crawl

Staggering less inside,
shattering bests in hide,
gathering the rest
and rummaging through tests
from someone who never lied;
from someone who always tried.

Resisting control over a beast
who never cried "Beast!";
who never tried to feast;
as weak as yeast;
as strong as yeast.
Feared it like a life-changer,
geared up like a rife ranger.

Now I am out of order.
I am a wasted disorder.

Cleansed myself with stained water,
rinsed my soul with feigned blood
inside a long river.
I will drown inside the river,
as I frowned for life,
while a snake slithered.

The snake was me.

Mind in circles,
mind the circles;
mine are whirls,
around and around.

My nightmare;
shamed by society;
chided by communities;
burned by ironies.

Believing in the impossible;
it was all a lie.
There is no longer a reason
to continue this treason
or to create another lie.

-End.