Reflection.

It's been a year.
But a year only.
I guess I've changed.
Guess we've all changed.
It' only been a year.

The new year.

New years is almost upon us.
A new year reminds us.
To learn from the past?
Or change nothing to the future?

Running on Karma.

Run in circles.
Circular logic.
Backwards and forwards.

The way the world ends.

The world can end a lot faster than you think.
Is it your world, or everyone's world?
What happens when you die?
Time will tell.
Heal my sorrows and forge my destiny.
We cannot change time.

Sorrow.

I know I should be happy.
But it doesn't happen.
Getting harder to move.
Sinking deeper into the abyss.
I think my blood spilled will cause no attention.
So the blade looks shiner all the time.

Relative.

I fear no evil.
Fear nothing.
Fear the truth.
Everything is an illusion.
The truth is relative.

Assasin.

At the gates.
Ready to move.
Strike.

Smiles.

How do people learn to smile?
Is it human nature?
Or do you have to learn it?

Peace.

If there was one day of complete peace,
What would you do?
If you know it will come back tomorrow,
Is it worth it?

Honor.

I must honor my commitments.
Do what I don't like.
Honor.
What will it mean for me now?
In a thousand years?

Revolt.

I found the difference today.
The difference between a rebel and a soldier.
They both fight for their values.
But the rebel has everything to lose.
The soldier gets paid.

Apocalpyse.

If the world ended tomorrow,
What will you do today?
Would you leave the place you love,
Or forever bury to stay?

Vision

Indecision and lack of vision.
Infinite failures and always later.
Blind love and always doves.

Destroyer.

Shiva and Rudra.
Zeus and Hades.
Destroyer of worlds.
Creator of the living.

The snow season.

That time of the year again.
Exactly what snow may fall?
Happiness and hope?
Or the red hue on the snow?

It hurts.

I'm bleeding in all directions.
It feels like I'm being kicked.
I'm bleeding so hard.

I Hope.

I hope one day all my efforts will count for something.
At least one footnote in a book of life.
I hope.

Starlight.

The blue starlight shines.
You saw the first shooting star.
You asked me what I wished for.
I told you "nothing".
"Because I have all that I need right here."
Starlight.
One chance to make it right.

Fate.

fate and time.
What if we could change the past?
Change the future?
We wouldn't be human.
I believe in no fate we cannot change.

The dead fallen.

One moment to plaque all the heroes of any war.
We salute forever to those who gave their lives for beliefs.

The cold.

I have one of those colds.
You know what I mean.
Cold inside and outside.

Rain.

The sky is in tears.
I'm getting colder.
The flame inside me is dying.

Flying tiger.

The shapes and sizes all go around me.
Always the same.
I'm getting tired of the eternal flame.

Forge.

Forged hands.
Forged steel.
Forged hope.
Forged destiny.

My hopes, my prayers, my dreams.

Noting I had or ever hold will see what is inside me.
The fear, the corruption, the chains of limitations.
I hope that even in this world I live,
That Pandora's box had one thing left at the bottom.

Opposite reaction.

Yet though thou troublest me, I must be meek;
In weakness must be stout.
Well, I will change the service, and go seek
Some other master out.
Ah my dear God! though I am clean forgot,
Let me not love thee, if I love thee not.

-George Herbert

My dream.

The blood falls on the virgin snow.
The black ash falls on the scorched earth.
The fiery embers emanate orange glow.
The dying world is a eternal hearth.

Bleeding cuts.

Continue with no life to pain.
No stop. No time. No chance to cope.
Break the invisible chain.
The only one word: hope.

Free as a bird.

Flying unparalleled.
No one else with me.
That is the price of freedom.
The chains on my hands leave their marks.

cold.

The snow keeps falling.
There is no fire.
No warmth.
No eternal summer.

Broken Hearts.

Take my heart and drop it on the floor.
Crush it with hate and air.
I will still live.

Nothing.

Nothing to say.
Absolutely nothing.

Tactics.

Tactics and warfare.
What a fickle business.

Enemies and Allies.

You know the drill.

Conflict.

Attack.
Counterattack.
Win.
Lose.

500 yards. 1 round.

500 yards.
1 round.
5 seconds.
One target.
Thousands of lives in your hand.

Will you take the shot?

Mine but not mine.

I have nothing not mine.
I have everything not mine.
What is mine is not everything.

Lies.

A thousand arrows pierce my heart,
And rivers flow from my eyes.
The happiness for me will never start,
And my mouth can only produce lies.

Nada.

Thanksgiving.
I got nothing to be thankful for.

Single round.

One bullet.
Six chambers.
One game.
Russian roulette.
You up?

Tears from blue.

You only wish for true love.
It is the one thing that is so hard to get.
It is the one thing you think never exists for you.
It is the one hope I have.

Running on Faith.

The sword is in its sheath.
The gun is in my jacket.
The world is in my hands.

Too full.

Way too much in front of me.
So little time.

Light at the barrel.

Look into the barrel of the gun.
What do you do?
What can you do?
What should you do?
Bang.

Clear needle.

You can see it, but you avoid it.
At all and any costs.

Running on air.

My feet touch nothing when I sleep.
So comfortable.
There is no stability.
I like to float.

Red.

So much red in us.
Such a color that grabs attention.

More than it needs to be.

I can't solve a rubik's cube,
but I can take it apart.

Yay?

At least the computer doesn't mock me.

Red line.

Crossing the tape.
Always fun.

Test.

Test of knowledge.
Test of faith.
All in one.
One in all.

Land of the red sun.

I feel so tired to remember,
In the shadow of the rising sun.
I struggle to live,
In a battle I never won.

I keep running,
But I never stall.
I run infinite miles,
Where we can only fall.

Running into fire.

I feel the shadow of the sun,
Basking in an inglorious heat.

Gold.

When I left,
they took the pieces I tilled,
Pulled the ground of the gold I laid.
When I returned, I drove them out,
Burning it all,
In a blazing summer that will not fade.

Never.

I forgot who I was,
my voice in a whisper,
I tried to remember.

What?

I fell from heaven,
descended to hell,
To suffer what I could,
And when I returned,
I found what I not should.

Another heaven.

Friday.
It's pretty self explanatory.

Death, Death, Death.

Do you know how many people die every 10 seconds?
There is an equal balance of happiness and sadness.

It's only halloween.

I'm only scared of myself.

Stopping time.

I'm getting so much older by the second.
I'm getting so tired.

IT's not getting easier.

Visual alcohol.

Got a new video game today.
The best metaphor is simply:
Visual alcohol.

Yellow day.

It's a bit simpler.

The same old friday.

Same old taste of heaven.

A long journey.

I need a vacation.

Shattered Sound.

The yells and screams don't stop.
Maybe it's me. Maybe it's them.
Maybe we're all tired.
WE are.
But they don't care.
Nor do I.

Not enough sleep.

Too tired to care.

Sigh.

Sigh.
What more needs to be said?

No, Not yet.

The weeks come by with nothing to achieve.
It goes on and on. I feel like nothing.
Menial tasks.
I can't even feel my own heartbeat anymore.

Endless work.

Speed of Sound.

The music is a big part of me.
There's no good or bad music.
I can't draw any line of judgment.
It just soothes my soul.

Rain and ruin.

The heavy rain dropped on me.
It made me wet.
But of course,
No one.
No one can tell the difference.
Between rain and tears on my face.

Cold Rain.

I sat with my friends to eat a cold lunch.
The cold rain would always start and stop without reason.
We played cards.

Red Subsistence.

I've thought more and more about it.
I live. And I die.
The red in my veins seem so much more attractive now.

One shot of hope.

Ready to dive first into school tomorrow.
The routine is the same.
And at the same time,
I feel like taking a huge shot of alcohol.
But if I was old enough to drink,
I'd have no liver by now.

A place two far...

It doesn't seem too far off,
that distant place.
I hope for the one time,
that distant time.
That distant place.

To fly nowhere..

Another Friday.
Another week.
I have accomplished nothing.
What does it mean?
School seems too distant.

Waking up.

I woke up from one dream.
Straight into another.

A Lost man.

Today I remembered a distant dream.
I dream where I killed my brother.
I woke up.
And that was exactly what had happened.
15 years ago.
I am not lying.

A Good Burger

Long time since I had a burger.
It was good. It was from In-and-Out.
It brought a smile to my face.
Then I wonder why.

No, once more.

Another Monday.
Yay.

A New Hope?

I got another game today.
Something for a misery.

What?

Another day, another stop.
Still work.
So What?

What?

It's Friday in my world.
Another salvation.

Today I found a small shred of a smile.
From a person I did not know.
I smiled back, hoping for a notice.

One down, infinity to go...

There are infinite stories, too many to count,
So much emotion, awaiting account.

Too many to see, not attention to one,
Too many people, but never none.

So we listen, and so we speak,
every voice, always unique.