In the cold air my breath fogs before my face

And I cannot help but to shiver.

As the cold shakes my bones,

I heavy another sigh and continue my journey.

A cold and lonely venture

That I brave on my own.

"I'm the only one who's tangled up in here But I've grown to love the knots The beauty of running circles is that it never seems to stop It just connects the dots." The Beauty og Running Cirlces by Michael Malarky

"Art is dead. So people think you're funny, how do we get those people's money. I said art is dead." Art is Dead by Bo Burnham

"Sometimes I need some time...on my own. Sometimes I need some time...all alone. Everybody needs some time... on their own. Don't you know you need some time...all alone." November Rain by Guns 'N' Roses

"If you've got small town in your bloodstream, then you know it's all the truth;

there ain't no better way to waste your youth." Skyway Drive In by Shane Alexander

"We were born splaying in the wreckage. Buried down on birds with stones. Bore my weight upon your shoulders. Water as warm as morning suns. I don't think quite like I used to. I got a bed to call my own. I see stars and painted lies. Broken glass upon your road. Now I'm driving home too soon." First Class by Rainbow Kitten Surprise (RKS)

Honestly, I listen to so many types of music from all across what I suppose one would call the music spectrum. These are simply just some of my favorite songs, but more inportantly the lyrics that I relate to, or feel strongly about.

@YoungWriter

Sirens no longer bring a sense of excitement

or comfort -- only fear.

In this world we live in panic is everywhere,

and no where is safe from the

damages of society.

Chaos haunts every corner,

street ally,

and blank space.

So beware of your surroundings,

this is a warning to us all.

#poetry

I put on a smile, 

one that while it feels real,

is so fake anyone can tell.

This false smile is old

and tells many lies,

but this false smile is me.

It is all I have,

and all I will ever be.

I do not mean to lie to my loved ones

and I do not mean to be sad,

but when happiness abandons you,

you too will learn.

Though your smile is fake 

and it lies to everyone around you

it is the only happiness you have.

I like to imagine how it would feel--

The pain of the sharp edge

Digging into my flesh,

Opening me up to the world.

The feeling as the blade slid down

Away from my palm,

And towards my bent elbow.

How the thick red would tingle

As it slid down on either side--

Slow at first then like a river.

I imagine all of this

And then I imagine how I may look--

Pale, white edging on blue,

With red swallowing me on either side.

My eyes, which have been dull for so long,

Even more so as the life slipped from me

And onto the cold floor.

I picture gruesome things--

On occasion they are constant thoughts

And other times they simply enter for a moment.

Good or bad, 

These thoughts come and go,

In and out like the tides--

Sometimes I wish for them to stay;

And others I fight them off.

It is when I feel as though the days are long

and the nights are too short,

that I find myself pondering the way that humans live.

We spend hours contemplating what we will

do in the possible future,

forgetting that for some future will never come.

If the days we had were printed on our hands,

would we feel better or worse?

Would time pass faster or slower

if we all knew our expiration dates?

How would we treat one another

if we could see how many years, months,

weeks, days, hours, minutes, or seconds

everyone else had?

Would there be more respect or more chaos?

Less love and more hate or vice versa?

Will we ever reach a day where there is a balance,

even if we don't know how long we are going to live?

Greet them at the door,

Smile-- do not look in their eyes.

There was no light in the core

Hidden by a pained grey guise.

For once there was a time--

Before the war and crime--

When there was a brilliant shine

Saying everything was fine.

Time changed and morphed him;

Lack of love was deadly

And all too grim.

We were once so close,

Now he lies awake an empty shell

Reenacting his deadly throes.

My heart may swell

And I may cry in silence;

Though without balance

What will we become?

His new darkness frightens me

To believe he was never who I thought--

I have heard Achlys cry

And am afraid to be caught

Alone in the dark with my former love.

If there were a soul in my body, I would let it guide me until it could no longer breathe in and out and if I could love with all my heart I would love anyone who dare come close, but I can not love and I can not feel the feelings everyone else does for I am alone in this dark world with no one to hold and no one to hold me for I am a sociopath and a psychopath with total disregard for reality and its hold on me because I can't be helped and I can not be held captive in this cell with the devil breathing over my shoulder day and night as I wish and want and crave for a lover, a holder, a person to save me from this hell that I am living but no one comes and not one person asks if I am okay in this dark pit of despair and if no one dare rescue me, what is there left for me to live in this world that to everyone else is sunny and bright and happy but to me a dark, dreadful land covered in fog and smog that follows me everywhere I go, but what if someone were to save me, what if someone came to make me happy?

Oh the shadows that follow

Even in the dark.

The cloaks that trail behind

Through the forest of the mind.

Oh! What thoughts haunt day and night

Cluttered with pain

And marred with misery.

The troubles with their trickery

Constantly playing games on the brain--

The grey mass residing within an egg shell.

What makes a beast?

Is it man or nature

That wills evil into another being?

Man and nature compete for the final word

In the fight for survival--

Tearing down forests and spoiling rivers,

Creating plagues and monstrous floods.

Is it the priest telling his followers

Hiding in past shadows?

What of the man who committed sin after sin

Then claimed it to be the word of the lord?

Monster after monster is bred,

In nature and by man.

It is man’s need to fight,

To express anger in violence,

That makes them into tyrants.