Verse 1:
Like a thunderstorm,
You rage right through me
Trying to transform
Everything that they can't see.
Putting on my best front
For the whole world to show.

Chorus:
But you don't know
The cracks inside of my heart
Pretending's tearing me apart
Your gravity's losing all of it's hold 
It's time we said goodbye 
To your fantasies.

Verse 2:
I can't tell you everything,
My mind and heart
Want to burst out and sing
It was killing me...

He flourished on a signature capability, it was a wonder, for which he was the only one of his kind who could physically manipulate the lies of a person and turn them into reality, truth or torture. He was renowned throughout the lands for his curious gifts. However, there was one lie that he would never touch. The lies of love, for cupid's arrow could not be swayed. It seemed as if he could only help the liars see the...

In drama class, we practice some rituals (or at least we try to). Every time we enter the classroom, we greet everyone. There's a game that we play to bring some energy into the class called "Bananas of the world." Honestly, do not ask me how or why because my class has some pretty ritualistic stuff, all in the name of "drama" and "acting." But if you want an answer than  I guess it might lead to something useful,...

It came as a reflection on the edges of sleep, when I rolled my eyes that day at Juliet's love sick pleas. As we laughed at their whims, for a love that cannot be. Why, dear children love is merely a dream. When did I become so cynical? I cannot remember now. For it seems as only yesterday, I read of princes and true love's kiss. But now, I laugh at such frivolous things. Until I see, I'm now a...

In my years
And in my heart,
People have changed
their voices and attitudes.
From gender to love
And things in between,
Yet, I do not stir 
Like the rest of my peers.
I am, but a silent watcher,
To be different from the trends.
I don't need to participate,
I don't need to be pretend.
All I need is to be me.
Is it so wrong to be unique?

To be accepting
And agreeing,
With your views and opinions. ...

She caressed me as I slept at night,
In her open arms,
They were as soft as light.
How, I will miss the way she rocks me to sleep,
And now her comfort,
Is long gone to the deep.

They won't listen,
Not to our slow deterioration,
Not to the sounds of our lungs
Gasping from the invisible killers that have
Infiltrated  into our most needed element
And now they still deny the numbers that
Dwindle like a swinging pendulum from 
A grandfather clock.

They won't listen,
To the sounds of our silent protests
Or their sickened hushed sobs.
In their heads,
In our minds, 
They won't hear that invisible killer.
They won't listen,
Not until it is too late.