Some mornings just feel a little raw

Like a scab scraped off a wound

Where the world just feels a little too real

The nostalgia clings to the air like static on a balloon

Like the rain washed away the make believe screen of the universe

And yet it always vanishes as soon as the clock strikes 12 noon





You’re like a matchstick.

 You came quickly and loudly and though it took some time

 Once I caught, I burned to no end

 I was a beautiful candle and I could not breath without you

Then one day you stopped lighting me

I was not enough anymore.

I was melted and you wanted something new

At first I let myself die, I missed the fire you gave me

You think you got away with this but now I’m back and alive again.

I molded myself into something greater then even before

 I found I don’t need you, Boy you hurt like hell but i loved you

But because of the pain i have to thank you 

And maybe one day you will see what you did not know

 I could have kept you alive

 But now you have burned out and no one wants you

 I can still burn and I can start over again and again

But matchstick there is no new life for you




You think you are in the clouds
Embraced in the thin blanket of your words
Let me tell you a little story that I overheard
You are actually a coward
You use your tongue a lot
But even in your mouth they sounded slurred
You can bully me all you want
But we all know jealousy incurred
You can rain down on our forward
You can lie all you want but honey we all know what really occurred
Thanks to you, I love him so much it’s absurd
You were just the rain cloud while our love conferred




It came like a storm
No one was ready
Young and old scared
Stores became empty
Streets filled up with uniforms
The whole world became unsteady
Everyone picked a fault on a political platform
Because it has to be someone
Now we all turn to the art forms
To escape from the fear of uncertainty
Everyone’s ready to conform
They would do anything to live more earnestly
But we all just stay home
And watch the news nervously
The left and right pick through it like a comb
Riots hit the streets fervently
But the truth is everyone just feels alone
It all has to end sometime I say
And they just reply certainly