Beyond Her Bay

When you've danced with a star, every moment on earth feels like hell

Beneath her breath, she whispers. She says love is a loosing game and all those who play are either mad or damned.

Love might at you unawares, but it you don't commit to it, love will leave.

I'm not even going to try. I'm not even going to try to lie and say I am fine.

Those who make gods bleed have always come from the streets

On these lines of supposed goo and bad, I can boldly say: nothing has changed.

My depression left me with a scar. In a place I can't disguise. That scar is my smile.

Above all else, I hope you like me you find your madness and hold unto it with all of your limbs.

Dear warrior queen, some have said you're an afterthought of creation, but I think you're perfection.

She doesn't win all the time And her battles have left her with scars. Her dreams even seem imprisoned within her mind.

The winner is not the first to arrive and the loser is not the last person in line.

When your back is against the wall and your feet is stuck to the floor, when you've stared the Devil in the eye long enough, there's no use running anymore.

Burning bright with smoke of sweat and moans. Where love is the catalyst and no hole is off limits.

Above all else, there's no virtue nature adores, respects and appreciates more than resilence.

Sometimes the laws you create to survive become the walls you have to break to thrive.

For nothing new can grow in your comfort zone and mastery can only be attained in the sanctuary of pain where the body submits to the mind.

All that stands between the future and the past are your actions.

It's very easy to mistake love as a feeling instead of a choice.

I'm not ashamed. I'm not dismayed. I'm not afraid that my journey isn't understood. For I am the painter of my canvas. I am the creator of my history.

Our smiles might hide our scars, but be not deceived, everyone is fighting something.

There was no doubt when my sword found home within her guts, when lips collided and parted to reveal petals dripping with nectar soon devoured by love and lust. There was no doubt I had arrived at the shores of pleasure.

I used to think knowledge gave me the right to judgement, until I realized my ignorance no matter how big or small will always weigh more than my knowledge.

All my life, I've been fighting for life and all I have has been created or taken. Nothing, absolutely nothing has been given.

Blessed are those who do not expect the best from humans, for they shall not be disappointed.

In the parallel lines of rest and stress, between contentment and the desire for more. I seek excellence in its entirety and nothing else.

There are some days when there's nothing to say. Not because they're no words. But because they're not enough to describe how it feels to self-destruct.

Before this obstacles, more times than I've fallen, I've risen, but lately it feels like winter is coming.

Those who find habitation in excellence must exchange sacrifice for success.

Like a soldier left behind enemy lines waiting for death. Stuck in a loop of loss that never stops, in the sinking sands of pain no shrink can understand.

The greatest curse of all is when a man loses the ability to make the right choice

There are days I desperately want to tell them this words they read and hear are the nails I was crucified with. But I hold my lips. And show them the only scar I know they can relate with. My smile.

I'll never forget. I'll never forget how I felt the first time when I failed an exam.

In time till now, from the dust to the throne, from the throne to the dust. Power has never been given, it has always been taken.

I'm not sure what she sees, when she stares and runs her fingers across the paintings on my skin. I'm not sure if she sees that I'm a soul flawed from it origins. And I never knew love could be so scary

Excellence can't be taught to minds in bondage.

For this is my land. And if the sons of the devil step foot on its sacred ground, they shall be baptized with holy water, fire and brimstone combined.

Lost at sea, bleeding from places I can't see. I need a miracle. Can't find the courage to admit it, to scream for help aloud perhaps someone in the crowd left their earphones out. I need a miracle.

Always and forever. This was the promise of a lifetime ended in its Genesis. The broken bond of friendship buried alive in the open grave of excuses and lies.

I've tried to stay hate celibate. Tried to build love's caliphate. But it ain't enough anymore. For this world is so messed up, there are days I'm almost sure she can't have redemption.

They just couldn't understand. How a bastard could own a box of alabaster. Why a coward would suddenly put on his armor for war. Why the sailor would head his vesel into the midst of the storm.

If the hands of time were turned back, which parts of me would have to die?

Haunted by the past. I've taken pills of therapy to heal. They say I won the war. But I know it left it left me bleeding and raw beneath my armor.

Ashamed and alone. Heart in my hands bleeding from every side. Its a failed love crash land in the desert tonight.

For if you're going to create that which is truly eternal, something in you first has to die.

Like a candle in the wind, I've never stood still.

To be a champion, you've gat to be willing to stand and fight and be ready to fall down and rise.

When you're in love, words are not enough. When you're in love, words don't say too much. When you're in love, actions says it all.

She is divine. She is mine. For when I'm with her, heaven can wait.

Somedays it hurts just to be awake. Sometimes the pain possesses every single vein.

The greatest battle battle ever fought is in your mind.

Some have said that the greatest enemy of man is time. Some have said that th greatest currency of man is time. Our lives tick by like a bomb without a timer.