Familiar Faces.

All he can see are faces, masks...The minds hidden beneath these disguises have slowly become unknown. Those who have once built the foundation of his life's building blocks unknowingly dropped their tools and replaced them with strings like marionettes, they are no longer in control. He hugs vacant bodies without soul always hoping for a miracle when he comes home, for this nightmare he holds to unfold and their beautiful hearts to magically remold, trying to grasp memories of his days as a child, but he cant even remember the last time he believed their smiles. Stares for a while deep into their eyes, but it only seems to make him miss them more, just gazing into these familiar faces. These empty shells polluted with poisonous thoughts that have diminished their unique minds. ...They are lost, lost in a home, lost in a room, trapped inside of self pity as hes sitting just listening to their words but hears nothing. What he once called home is now just an unfamiliar place locked with these fake familiar faces, manipulated by fear selfishness and self loath all just tugging the strings of them both, this is all just a show. He knows he must go, but hell never let go...not until he cuts those ropes...Believes that is the key to set them free(he jus wants to set them free), he pleads up "just let them be" but you see he cant save a soul that does not want to be saved. So until then it all remains the same....just a show he must watch but with no entertainment.....in a painful phase waiting to save these familiar faces.

Beauty Lies in the Beholder

She was in high school, she smiled often but often hid thoughts of the vacancy in her heart when she had to go home. She's beautiful, but at times frustrations goes in place of her determination as tear drops slide down her complacent skin but she whipes them before the world can see and replaces it with resentment as she lets her true feelings build up in her heart......Every day she stares into the mirror..she see's a flawless young lady who can have who she wants.... and then see's a mother.....she sees the countless days of going to sleep everynight wondering if shell hear her mom come through the door or maybe listen for that creep on the floor because she didnt know if she could take the responsibility anymore. Raising 3 siblings in a house with no mother no father, an empty fridge and just enough money to get by. All she wanted to do was live her high school life however she also lived the life her mother chose to leave behind. As Time flies by, right over her eyes as she dry's the tears, after she's cried for years and tries to live her own life with no guidance... literally not a soul to lead her into any direction nor to confide in....blindfolded in this battle of life yet she keeps fighting. But not just life she spent nights fearing the fights that would escalate into threats and abusive actions, because she chose the action to move in with a man who constantly overreacted, yet she stays there...staring into the mirror, tattoos that tell stories through her imagination and figure, wondering if she would be living with her abusive boyfriend if she would have grew up with a male figure.....but she didnt.....So she settled with a man that brought her closes to that image, however she chose the wrong picture as he shouts words and hits her......however she uses her mistakes as tools to build her hearts fixture....as she leaves....from here on out every promise she hears from a man is hard to believe. Every commitment is easy to leave, not a single soul can get close to she...so she just stares into the mirror....searching for answers....then says "why me"....Shes beautiful....but this isnt what she chose to be........

The Perfect Heartbreaker

She’s beautiful, yet her eyes tell stories of her countless lies. Her walk grabs the attention of her prey then she slowly begins to lay them down to the ground to use as her own walkway to deceit. The petite physique of her bodies’ unique, she’s like a beautiful garden with seeds of poison ivy, planted deep into the soil of her twisted motives. As she grows this deadly yet attractive plant, her plan is to painfully execute the hearts she seeks to take. She leaks poison in every kiss with venom pumping her bloodstream containing her heart to beat, you see she's literally to die for. All it takes is at least 1 second of eye contact, going within 2 feet of her touch, or 3 words heard through your mind and your infected with her exquisite love trap. She collects tear drops she’s caused from every heart she’s bruised, mixes them in her perfume spray and puts it on for every date, she literally smells like heartbreak. Self Trained to get what she wants yet she needs no man and no man can get to the center of her steel heart. The texture of her hair causes illusions to lure men in as she uses them and loses them heartless in confusion jus cruising through the tunnels of every mans emotions. She’s Every mans love potion, yet she leaves doses of commotion and never looks back. Her Looks are like the sun yet her heart is a raincloud of mourn she is the perfect storm. Educated, Intelligent and Employed she’s so independent in life... But you see behind those beautiful eyes, and inside the steel walls of her hearts home lies the lack of self establishment within she’s so alone. So afraid to let anyone in her gates, because every man seems to be the same so she created the perfect planned to repeatedly beat the games. Giving them no chance from the beginning, leaving them spinning and we all wonder why these girls are changing to this image. Yet we all do the same shit just in it to win it. They’re just tired of being "it"...... This is what we have done to the women.

The Re Make Fate

I used to think when we began to lean away and disagree, that fate would decide when we needed space and we'd just gracefully attach our wings and fly back into each other embrace. Those days of 2Nd thoughts, as we throw words at each other and watch them battle to belittle, yet little did we know those sharp words stuck us and stabbed into each other as the wound began to bleed and leak out faith and strength to waste. Yet we always said fate would decide our later days, mentally training our hearts to take the lazy way by telegraphing the future to our hearts as a whole, as one. You used to tell me no matter what, we will always be in each others lives, skies the limit of lies, cries, or amount of tries we apply to be together. It seemed as though every fight was just a fight and every kiss became a reason of forgiveness, sitting and wishing all this wouldn't be so twisted. We've been living in excuses just leaving our relationship in the hands of confusion in which we have no visibility, dodging all our responsibility's because of loves stereotype. Thinking loves songs that we hear on the stereos hype is the life of our marital type, because you told me we would get married. Although it seemed a bit scary at the time, the prime reason as to why i was afraid was because you meant it. As i left it dented in my mind until my heart was ready. But then all the parties led me into setting my priorities of commitment that began spreading confusion of confetti getting you and i into this love levy. A you how do we fix this? Those who start of lifted seem to always get gifted with Pandora's box. you see we opened each others hearts but didn't make the switch to commit, we thought love would automatically make the trade like eBay. But we played with the wrong situation, and as we open this love container we never contained and appreciated all the pros and cons that flew up in our faces. Because we thought fate would take it, yet we were never aware that fate's strength is rated on the effort of how we make it. OK, so this may seem stupid, but its kinda like cooking Roman Noodles in the microwave, instead of setting it over a fire wave and letting the water boil and cook the righter way for a finer taste. Yet we made our fate the lazy way. So lets try this.... Lets empty the container and close it. Take the old noodles and dispose it, Lets trade our open hearts and hold them, not to control them but to control the way we create our fates strength. Catch the traits we need to have faith and stay closer, so we can grow older with out the past of fire burning on our shoulders. So we can stop, drop, roll, and start over. Before fate decides its to late. This is the Remake.

The Crystal Ball Still Shakes

Picture the lives of human nature as only a crystal ball. Shaken and viewed by the outside world to observe judge and sabotage your unique destination just to see snowflakes of obstacles pollute your atmosphere. It is clear, that some are shaken more than others, but only you decide to take these hard times and turn them into utility for your road to being a better person, or your excuse for aberration to keep occurring. You, some should try and take tribulation as a blessing, testing and setting yourself to succeed, only by letting yourself learn from your mistakes which makes us stronger and see the value, of what is inside your crystal ball. This brings me to speak on a very admirable individual, one whose crystal has been shaken, dropped, and thrown since he could remember, but never broken or torn. View thoroughly of what I call the perfect storm. See in one’s mind and visualize the times you were smaller like most toddlers but instead of the sandbox and a warm home of 4 walls waiting for a hot dinner as you starving, how about approaching a home on four wheels parked on the curbside as you’re preparing yourself to sleep inside your mother’s car seats, and I’m far from finished. Again, the hands of oppression shake this boy’s crystal ball, and all you can see is a young child trying to fortify and fight off a man disguised in sin who is frantically attacking his mother in the eyes of her growing seeds (now what would you think). To actually see a man lose his life as you grow, right in front of your eyes. Your mind is supplied with innumerable memories engraved to the back of your mind, but yet still able to smile. Mean while as he smiles, let’s all just close our eyes and imagine the crystal shake and seek more ways to hit him. In school everyday listed in the system, separated from his bros and sis’ and he misses them. Knows he has more somewhere that he hasn’t met but he prays daily that he can get to them. Stop for one second and think what most people do in this situation. Yet his crystal ball keeps shaking. Now put yourself in a foster home, as your memories still linger. Now you’re adopted by your grandparents. Living in a house filled with enough roommates to count with all fingers. Think deeper, when you barely get to see your mother, never met your father, doing what you can for the dollar yet you’re still a kid. Being promised to at least stick with your family and one day your closest loves ones and yourself have to split, as they reach and cry for your name, yet the crystal ball still shakes. Now it’s come to the point where no one can relate so stop the thoughts and just hear me out. He has now grown some and his grandparents are like his mother and father, stable playing sports, getting stronger and g rowing taller. Then when he sees his future slowly joining back on track, a trip home one evening and his grandparent’s pass away just like that, given to the hands of god(now where does he choose to be?). What if you had to jump from home to home with people or strangers you’ve never even seen or got to meet? After you lose the people who helped keep you on your feet. Yet the crystal ball still shakes. Just realize is life after a while. All the utilities inside the glass ball are tools of yourself to build the track to which direction you decide to ride on. When the crystal ball trembles in tribulation just take it as a workout for your mind and heart to build strength within your faith to contain it from breaking because in reality, its a blessing to know that your crystal ball is able to keep shaking. Its just life, in a crystal ball.

To Dream a Dream

Last night I had a dream that played in my mind while I slept like a ten year old after a scary move, and in this dream you literally grabbed my heart out my chest, kissed it and threw it back into me. And in two split seconds I felt my heart stained by your lip gloss and drop because I began to fall for you. When I fell, I felt myself ascending, sending my rested body messages, quoting “nobody can give you this gifted dream.” , where I fell for her while she lifted me. I felt myself gripping my sheets while I dreamed I was gripping she, on the her lower waist of those skinny jeans, and you see, this was the most complex simple dream I have ever dreamed because all I could see was just you and me. All I could feel was just you in me, as if you soul hopped in mine and began to spin me because I’m in a daze for you, and I wish I could sleep days just to dream more ways to love you. Then, I would wake up and call you, to explain this rising dream of me falling for you. Girl I admit, I’ve fallen for you, and I think this dream has became reality because this feeling inside of me, still remains the same after I’ve woken up and began talking to you. Then you said “I love you.” As I replied I love-… and then opened my eyes. Then slowly I began to lose this feeling, so now I must find it because I realized, I was only dreaming.

Trust

Sometimes I sit and contemplate on how things would be if you found a spot in your heart just to trust me. To omit all the accusations and fussing, must we scrimmage each other insecurities through disposition to struggling? There are many different routes of reason as to why one calls to account the faith of another, but once you do, there’s a joint in this custom bond that deteriorates in the trust you once held in each other. It’s kind of like a disease, of curiosity that infects that healthy peace of mind you once shared and develops anger, jealousy and even revenge because the thought of never knowing makes you so scared it hurts. So instead of showing and expressing their discomfort, they battle each other until ones hurt and begin to barrie the relationship mentally 6 feet under loves dirt. Be sure that you’re aware that this virus of insecurity has no cure, it just flows though the blood stream of your souls insecurities built through fear. Unclear on whether you want to get near rumors or lies you don’t want to hear, yet your mind listens, and keeps it written in your thoughts until your mind see’s it. Even if it’s not true your bad conscious pulls you to believe it, without asking any questions you think revenge and then you seek it or jump to conclusion and accuse him. Although he’s done nothing wrong you still abuse him. Then after time, you finally lose him and you can’t replace him. All because of lack of communication, you lost a mate full of faith and it’s all because of the lack of trust. Your eyes can tell you ears and your ears then tell you mind and your mind then tells your heart all these lies you just held. Meaning all this time you lied to yourself. So just take the time, to trust what hasn’t hurt you and ask if it has alerted you.