And because every man is made of crystal;

And every woman is made of steel

Where you try to find white

But you end up submerged in black

Where you try to encounter roses

But end up finding only weeds

Where you try to drink from a pond of fresh water

But you taste all its saltiness

When you expect to open your eyes to a clear sky

But its only ashy Heaven

Where you expect to find harmony

But everything is harmonious chaos

Where you expect to find life

But it's only a barren land

Where you expect the sun to warm you up

But all you can feel is demonic frostbite

Expect this:

I'll be there

I'll be smallest butterfly

Flying in the middle of the storm

I'll be the weakest keystone of the Everest

I'll be the breeze that feeds your lungs

You'll be my life and I'll be yours

I'll be every possible cliche, just for you

However, I will always be the man that truly loves you...

DA 2015

I want my words to dance and sing

I want them to peel off the page

and into your mind

where they pirouette and prance and cry out

an unforgettable melody

I want my words to paint a picture

So that your eyes see what mine see

So that every word draws you in

And every sentence creates a scene you'll remember forever

I want to inspire with my words

But alas, I have none

She is dressed in an orangey red and glows with heat and distressed sins.

She whines and moans every time something seems wrong or unfair.

She pisses people off and messes things up.

She ruins and builds.

She is bipolar and loud.

She is anger.

Her red fiery dress blows in the wind and smacks against her six inch black stilettos, oozing with messy love affairs and stereotypical insults.

Her black hair goes with the wind, but not without a hard and lengthy fight. They argue and hit. They yell and scream. They are anger.

Her arms hang limply at her side.

Lifeless and pale.

They symbolize all the people that have been killed because of her...

Because of anger.

Anger's long money- colored nails stand for all the lies the government has let push brought their lips. The lies that have been spoon fed to society to gag their raging honesty and passion.

She is anger.

Cave magic

Dancing shadows.

Blood staining stones and souls

Every drip burning holes in our

Screams until silence.

Did our Gods rejoice?

Getting drunk on our fumes

As we died for rain.

Human life wasted

On an alter of lies.

Crops withered

Like our faith in the king

As we destroyed our divinity

Pretending to be Gods.

If only the crown had been burned

Chaac may have answered our prayers.