STRONG

Happiness,
Is that so much to ask for.
All I ask for
are those, few hours
of peace and content
yet, it is
too much, for you
as you
obviously
cannot see happiness
in my eyes.
It is too much for you,
you
like the high you get
from keeping
a person's happiness
in your palm.
The ability to
crush and destroy
or create.
You love it,
that's why
you like the tears in my eyes
for me to break down
But I won't
give you that
satisfaction.
I will be strong,
you will not see
my tears,
as you are not
worthy of them.
I will not break,
You cannot
break me.

Everything
seems lost.
Like a fog
it settles
around me.
Thick and unforgiving
making my sight
blurry
Dont know which
path I've taken
Don't remember
the path I had taken
Reality and Fantasy
Dream and Nightmare
Dont know
one from other
Merging into each other
like a
complicated maze
from which the
key is hidden from me
to its escape
Like a black hole
this feeling
sucks me in
till there is no more to take
and no more to give.

Black and white
Evil and good,
The 2 sides of
The same coin.
One cannot exist without the other
Because without one
The other would
Lose its value.

Angel and Devil
One makes the other.
If there was no Devil
Would anyone consider
The angel good?!
The Devil's presence is what makes
The presence of an Angel important.

If there was no sadness
Would people ever
Value happiness.

So,
Black and white
Evil and good
The 2 sides of the same coin.

Her Fire

The fire in her, burned
Bright and loud.
Her childlike laughter
Went round and round.
Toddling away she fell and slipped
She cried and screamed,
But never,
Did she stop.

As she grew,
To school she went
Teachers, rules and strict discipline
Was she taught.
Yet still no matter what
Her fire burned
Bright and loud.

As she grew,
She gained experiences,
Met new people
And experienced different situations.
She travelled the,
Hard and rough road
Complaining sometimes
Tears another,
But never quitting.

Now an old woman
With family around,
The laughter of her daughter
And daughter's daughter
Went round and round.
Her fire,
Though not so bright
Or loud,
Only a little subdued
Where her family and children
Will warm their hands
Against her knowledge and experience
The lessons of life,
She learned.

So,
Her fire burned a
Little subdued.
Not so loud anymore,
Yet bright as ever.

A Warning

The clouds are thundering,
Bolts of lightning,
Like swords of warning,
The rain peltin down on us,
Like a storm.
It seems as if,
The gods themselves,
Are furious and angry,
At the path we've taken.
Like a warning,
The lightning cracks,
To scare us, but
Its too late.
We've started and now can't turn back.
Our hearts are at stake now,
And we'd rather take hell, together
Than be apart in heaven.
Like a warning sign,
That we do not heed,
We go on and on,
Knowing the path will be rough,
But also knowing,
That no matter what,
We'll always be together
Forever.

I Want

To kill,
To murder,
To torture you
I want.

To punch,
To fight,
To kick your ass,
I want.

Yes, I do want this
Because I hate you.
With every fiber of my being

I want,
To punish you
For every tear,
Every fear,
Every doubt
That  I have about myself,
I want
To punish you.

Its suffocating
To keep it inside,
So I write it down,
That I want
To punish you,
For every
Single wrong that
You have dont to me
Yes, I want.

Anger

It simmers inside me
never blowing out,
yet never receding
like a dormant volcano it waits
for the final nail to my coffin
waits,
for me to break, waits,
for me to finally give in to it,
to finally open the door of its cage
like a balloon, its keeps blowing and blowing
till I can keep it no more
and like a balloon only
I will burst
and then, I don't think
even God itself could stop me
from controlling it back