So close-minded

A tight circle

The light blinded

Kept only in journals

A quiet life

Disconnected from all

Hiding the strife

Bearing claws

No matter the lengths

No longer can you hide

It’s greatest strength

Is the time you deny

This is how bleeding

Leads to beauty

Emotions stampeding

Barriers fleeing

You’re safe to speak

It is not weak

Speak the truth

Your worries will be soothed...

The glowing moon above

Basking in the light

A night in love

And all so quiet

We looked high

Spread on the grass

The stars will beautify

Gives me butterflies

The time went on

A slow glance

A shooting star had gone

Hand in hand, a true romance

This night of love

Lasted for hours

Or maybe days

I still smell the flowers

Oh, that night of love

I wish it stayed

That it happened at all

It was what I...

The facility has been up and running for the past few months. The jobs pay well, that’s about all anyone wants to know here.

The company owning the facility seems to enjoy its privacy, no one knows why and no one cares. In today’s world, anyone will do anything for money.

A young man sits at his desk, facing away from the door and in a lonely computer room. Mouse in hand and laser-focused on th...

Last to be picked

Again and again

For reasons unsure

It was so back then

It always hit hard

That saddened feeling

The feeling of gone

Confirming you’re a pawn

What always hurt

No matter everything but,

When they forgot your name

Like you were a speck of dirt

Others with this pain

Who still remain

I’m sorry for it all

And may kindness befall...

This desolate road

So dusty and cold

But so still and alone

It’s truly unknown

He walks alongside

That desolate road

What he will find

Will be bestowed

What may he find

On this desolate road

Maybe his lucky dime,

Or his lost mind

Maybe peace and quiet

Is what he seeks,

Or a place to rest

He **is **tired and weak

No matter what he finds

On this desolate road

He’ll see where it leads to

And so s...

A cinnamon roll

Definitely a cinnamon roll...

There is nothing left on this lonely road, filled with despair and torment.

Black mist above our heads as we traverse aimlessly for safety. The few that have found it are hiding out here.

The city of elevated rooms, rising above the ground. Inside are people, people hurt, people sick, people hungry, people sad. The rooms are hazardous, the winds howls outside and along the metal wall. It’s cram...

Too much screeching

Relations to no cause

They just keep crowding

They jump with applause

No recognition

Though do I deserve it

Numbers show determination

Though numbers are not fit

I feel empty deep down

I could just be starved

Maybe not, says I, the clown

Crowned as jokester, elderly carved

I feel tired, take me home

I suggest to sleep earlier

I need to speak, but I’m alone

Oh I’m such a worr...

Mustn’t we know what they bring upon us

We slaved for supposed wealth

When we yell, they wonder of the fuss

When we yell, we yell for help

We are tired of the purgatory

Too much work, too little fed

For we starve and left for dead

No one is expurgatory

We are still so young

Yet became aged

Some smoke their lungs

Some savor their days

Some work to support

Some ruthlessly drink

We’re shaken to ou...

Sitting back, taken back

I can learn, learn, learn

I’m still not a winner

For friends, I have yet I lack

No talks last a second

A second when I’m leading

I mess up, the demons are feeding

I’m nervous of faults, I reckon

“I’m not confident enough for this”

I write in the corner

Not confident enough for life

I must learn to be laid-backed

Yet it is just so hard

So hard when I write in the corner...