Wake up, My Darling.

Don’t you get it my darling?

Look a little closer,

Or perhaps a little deeper,

For those cracks were there before,

Merely held together by string,


What an act to have watched,

A play gone a miss,

For this whole life is a game,

Attempting to fool you,

Holding tight to your wrists.


This circus of trickster’s,

Playing games with your mind,

Look up quickly,

Before it all unwinds.


As this life is a movie,

Nothing but a stage,

With you as the actor,

Tortured along the way.


Wake up my darling,

I’m afraid it’s too late.


Wake up my darling,

This life must be played.


Don’t you get it my darling?

You’re loosing the game.


Only Human.

Emotions become all too overwhelming,

It happens all the time,

Where your mind begins to blur,

And your blood,

Your blood pulsates over and over,

Attempting to escape those torturous veins.


It’s okay,

We all feel it,

The weight across our chests as we fight for air,

Holding us down,

Filling our lungs with nothing but pain,

As your breathing becomes more shallow,

You realize perhaps it’s all too late,

How can you come back from such heartache?


To feel everything and nothing is an unbearable feeling,

Although I’m sure you’ve felt it,

I’m sure you feel the whole earth in the palm of your hand sometimes without even knowing,

Or perhaps you have felt every inch of your skin weighing you down as if it could suffocate you,

The feeling becomes overwhelming until it begins to numb you,


There’s that feeling of nothing again,

How can we ever escape it?


Perhaps as humans we have no choice,

We are one of the most sensitive species I have ever known,

A race that feels every emotion so intensely,

What a beautiful power we hold,

A power so strong and so defining,

A power so soul-destroying and overwhelming,

Emotion after emotion we let it consume us,

And once again we put our heads down and learn to live with it,

Time and time again as humans we bottle it up,

Letting it consume us.


Don’t you get sick of it?

Don’t you want to scream or cry or laugh?

Don’t you want to get up and runaway and never come back?

Don’t you want others to see who you truly are?


I guess not.


Because to me our interactions are almost robotic,


And that,

That isn’t even close to being mortal,

That to me is not what living is all about,

Give in and shout out until your lungs burn with pride,

Let those emotions fill the air with admiration,

Let us finally tear off our masks,

Let us finally be who we truly are,

Let us be human.

(Is that too much to ask?)



Night Wanderer.

I have discovered that perhaps I take some things for granted.

Lying here for the first time in a while I feel a little lighter,

The edges that were once so harsh have began to soften,

And the place where your hand once lay in mine feels a little less empty.


For tonight I have found myself staring at the night sky,

Removing any barrier between me and the fresh air it brings,

Finally feeling as though I belong,

A storm no longer moving so quickly,

Instead slowing down,

Allowing me to reminisce in the beauty.


To be one with the night sky is such a small but oh so fulfilling feeling,

Have you ever felt it?

As though the darkness is soothing every part of you that has ever been broken,

Holding my heart so gently,

I feel nothing but peace.


Night times were once a place where I lost all control,

Where you are left with nothing but your own thoughts,

And those thoughts were the ones that destroyed you,

At least they would try to.


Yet on a night like tonight I want nothing more than to be consumed by the night sky,

To feel peace in knowing our loved ones are never far away,

Wanting to dive right in and explore the beauty,

Swimming in oceans of delicate clouds and picking up shooting stars on my travels,

I have learnt to slowly open my heart to its beauty.


I could spend the rest of my live as one of them,

A night wanderer,

Seeking nothing but brightness within the night skies.




When the tides fall,

And the ocean cries,

Nothing but screams remain,

Crying your name,


That’s all I here, 

Carried with the wind,

Almost demanding you to come home.
When the tides fall,

The skies become darker,

As the moon shines more bright than ever,

No more light in the darkest of days,

All that remains is this,

This empty feeling of an unknown ocean,

Still yelling your name,


That’s what they say,

Screaming for you to come home.

When the tides fall,

The waves crash,

The sky fades,

And your mind,

Your mind darkens,

Places you’ve never been before,

Have you? 

The ocean demanding you to come back.

When the tides fall,

When the oceans rush in,

When the world seems low,

There is nothing but a voice,


That’s what they used to say,

And now,

Now all I here is my name. 

Over and over,

They yell and they call and they cry for me,

Tides crashing,

As they demand for me to give in and give up,

Demanding for me to come home.