Invisible Curse

Tis is the curse of beauty,
to be judged skin deep.
To be played like a puppet
under the hands of an expert
actor, under the hands of
lust and the doll only to be
blind, deaf and dumb by
the actor.

Tis is the curse of wealth,
to be judged a plenty of things.
To be known of his wealth
and to be close off with hungry
alligators that bite off the gold
and spitting out the love, that is
act out and made out. Pitifully.

Tis is the curse of the kind heart,
to only be manipulated of them black hearts.
To be known as a modern slave
who follows the master's deeds
without question nor hesitation
and only blind by the grateful words
that means dust and sands.

Tis is the curse of being good,
Tis is the invisible curse.

You Are

honey lover
by Rachel Strobridge

you are the soothing hum
the grass stains on my jeans
the summer in my hair
the color in my cheeks
you are the constant wave
beating against my heart
the warm honey on my lips
the paint on my nails
you are the perfect dance
and a moonlit ride
the sticky vanilla cream
you are the flower in my palm
the reason I smile
the chills down my spine
you are more than you'll ever know
you are the love of my life

taken from hellopoetry.com

Ahh i love this petty poet.
How wonderful love is

Right, Where Did We End It?

So there's this little spot in my heart that feels all weird.
I wonder if i'm making that feeling up. I mean, It's
at my heart, how can an emotion affect my heart?
Questions in need of answers that leads to more questions.
Questions never ends, but answers are.
500 Questions to one answer, kinda unfair to me.

Why do you think? The brain
Why do you feel? The brain
Why do you remember? The brain
Why do you forget? The brain
Meh, Questions questions. A curse that hangs around man kind
since the beginning of time. We try to lift up the curse with answers
that need work and the curse comes lie on us again.
Ahh how wonderful the world is as the questions keep coming and
the answers keeps stopping.
Like the moon who keeps meeting the sun after hiding behind earth.
....Ok that maybe didnt make sense... but whatever.

My will might be dying, though you can't see it out on my body,
rest assure my soul is hurting and healing fast like friggin wolverine.
When the world keeps fucking you up,
you bring it down with strength of not the body, but the heart.
If life wasn't hard, it wasn't worth it.

Goodbye citizens of the world.
You have been a wonderful crowd, a beautiful crowd.
Goodnight