Death

At 7 pm it died
Time stopped
My heart stopped
I couldn't revive it

I was visited
By an army of feelings
My heart was sinking
But my shoulders felt light

A few tears roll down my eyes,
Every evening at 7,
As I am reminded of its death

A part of me died with his words
A part of me didn't understand why
A part of me wanted to save it
A part of me knew it was no longer mine to save

Don't grow up

Don't be soo critical of yourself

that you forget how to be you

The fears that you hold inside 

are just questions

waiting for answers

answers that you will get 

only by moving forward

Don't be afraid to do so,

Don't be afraid to look for your answers

don't be afraid to be you

The what if's will scare you

But it is the what if's 

that will urge you to keep moving

So don't push them away

Keep them close

Embrace what time gifts you

The gifts of change 

Accept it, enjoy it

Its easy 

to build walls

that you think will protect you

Its easy to wait around

for someone, for someone, 

to come looking for you 

for someone to come break those walls

Let that someone be you

Be bold

There were never any rules 

There will never be

Until you make them

You're alone

All alone

We all are,

But even if we are,

we're in it, together.

Too much

We think too much
Hoping to find answers
We drink too much
Hoping to find peace
We smoke too much
Hoping to forget everything
We sleep too much
Hoping to escape routine
We cry too much
Hoping to feel better
We feel too much
Hoping to be numb
We judge too much
Hoping to feel better about ourselves
We label too much
Hoping to reassure ourselves of our present

We have forgotten how to face life
We fear touch,
Afraid of letting someone else see us,
We find ways to escape
Escape the fights,
Escape work,
Escape relationships,
Escape love

Ruin is a gift
Life begins after it,
The bruises, the burns, the pain
Is what makes us beautiful
Its what makes us human.

The Wicked Dawn

The day breaks, once again,

To cast its shadow of routine

Upon the chaotic night

That has passed

It brings with it new life,

It brings routine

Routine brings decorum,

And decorum brings pretentiousness

And pretensions become escape routes

We have become a faceless being
Routine having had the better of us


I am not a woman by day
I am what I should be
Routine is what they see
There's more that I could be

My heart heaves in the dark of the night
By night,when no one can see

It screams and howls
For by day, routine got the better of me

As the night falls, its not the same
As the dark takes over,
I see her rise
A beast
Burning like a flame

Her fierce fires
Her blazing flames
Burn all that caused her pain

The pain of belonging
The pain of longing
The pain of time

Desires driven by boldness
Desires hidden by shame

I see her dance in her fire
Prancing, leaping, reaching higher

Mooning over her moon,
Swaying like a loon,
Mind numb as my eyes swoon,
As I watch her move in her raging gloom.

Now as she swings her arms
One last time
With a final glimpse
Of the enigma in her prime
I pull myself away
Only to unite with her another time.



The dawn breaks once more
Dew drops washing away the amber of the dark
With the water so pure
The sanctum of emotion
I let them heal me
i let them flow
I let them flow


And as the heart is numb again
With all the water flown
I lift my eyes
and with a glare
Welcome the wicked dawn.

-the purplemonk

Wrapped Around

Stop saying that you don’t have it because you do
Maybe like me, 
Your gift it packed too tight
And you’re still learning your way through with the right tools,
Keep trying,
You don’t know how many layers of packaging there is,
But you’re certain that there is a gift inside.

I'd write it all

I started a while ago

I don’t remember when

I liked it

I knew something was wrong

It was a dream to

Try something new

Something

That was according to my morals , wrong

Curiosity is what it was

Did it for a few months

Loved it

But

One cant be someone else for a long time

I won today

I have no needs

Im not dependent on anything

I will not have anybody decide

What I am

What I should be

What I want

How I should feel

All I need is me

Im strong enough to take my own decisions

I took one today

Im proud of myself

Im good enough for myself

Im good enough

And its nobody’s goddamn business

Its mine and mine alone.

Im happy to be

Born as me

Just plain happy.

Dear You

I miss you

Knowing not who you are 

Knowing to know the value of your presence 

is no more a desire,

but a necessity

I miss you more

For I see you

in different faces

For those faces in which i see you

bring smiles to other faces

For i wish that smile to be on my lips,

The love, mine.

I miss you

But I've searched so hard

Looked for you everywhere

Do you even exist ?

Will I value you when i find you ?

I miss you

But they say the journey sometimes,

Is better  than the destination

The search,

Is my search better than the destination ?

I miss you

But, Like the avant gard of an army

 showcasing its best ,

hiding the cowards behind

Or like the glamorous facade

Offering nothing  but walls inside;

Is my search

Going to end

With being stuck with nothing

But walls and cowards ?

I miss you,

But without you

I have learnt soo much

Do you guarantee to teach me more ?

Or will you take away what i have learnt ?

But I miss you, now

I think i am sure that i truly do,

Because every new lesson that i learn,

I shall learn it with you

And these lessons will grow into experiences

I know now, that this is what i want.

I am ready now.

I miss you.