“The vibrant blood that pumps through the abyss Would also want to be taken down by it”, You’d whisper and let me at bay.

“This sap is brought together by mirth and bliss And a little bit of the most alive and unfit”, Your ghost now is the one to say.

“You old fool, there’s something terribly amiss Could the firmament’s child want to split?”, I’d mumble, falling apart like clay.

“How could cognizant haemogoblin dismiss Heavens’s sweetest allure and whit?”, I’d say in disarray.

“I’m no true misfit, but for a forgotten kiss, My body trembles and seeks the hit”, I’d glimpse depths and betray.

“The truth is the same whether you’re remiss Or a souldier against wild wills, do admit”, You’d say to me and pray.

But I’m exhausted inside My head . Can’t think . straight Drowning out. The voices And the demons in my mind Can’t stop overthinking

Bout what should of been What could of been us But I had to mess it all up

Got an angels spark But a devils heart

Wicked and wise Yet heartless at times I cry. Behind these blinds. In thses times of silence To block out the noises In my head and my heart You where the one Not because of your charm But because of your heart I know loves stupid sum Times sinking ship In the ocean of tears I would weep in my sleep

The lavender haze of a twenty-something smile. The conqac insomniac, with the Hollywood profile. Kiss her snowdrop skin. Let her fall. Let her win.

**My heart once full of life ** **Ever flowing ** With the warmth of love **But now frozen solid ** **Like a river in the dead of winter ** **My only friend the wind ** Who never stops to say hello **But whisk furiously through me ** **O how i miss the warm sun **

**But cold and dead I shall remain **

"Just Remember"

Bye Bye, It’s a Miracle Cry Do you ever feel the pain?
You’ve got this, anytime.

Time, time, running, ticking—
A while, just remember me all the time.
You’ll be alright.

Just ride, ride, looking up at the sky,
Watching birds flying in a peaceful life.

Life, life, when love is colorblind,
Hiding this feeling every day,
It’s hard to know why.

• Alexandra Lasco

Sitting in this desolate room as I think Boredom and exhaustion at my feet I wake in somber of leaving my rest My bed that hugs me like a teddy bear Oh how I wish to stay and wallow in my own filth To pour my eyes out and complain about trivial work School has me stressed and I want to bedridden But, oh, would that be an insult to those who are? I am lucky to have a warm bed and roof over my head I am so lucky to have two loving parents who want to save my pretty little head It tastes sour to relate pretty to myself If that is self hate then I shall cry Cry and weep because that is how pitiful I am

I stare at the ceiling I reach out to it even though I know I cannot reach Not unless I stand up Move! Wake up! Snap out of it! You are not that weak Are you so shameful that you can’t see who you are You are strong and brilliant only as you see fit If you keep in the dark you will never meet the light You will go blind Get up and take those few steps Turn on the light See your hand and you face Look at it and don’t look with grotesque

I open my eyes Staring into space but there is nothing to look at Not until I make it right Make something to see other than your blurred vision That’s it! You lack control You feel that you lack dominance of yourself You lack the confidence “You must take control of your life to have one” That’s what I say now Such realization have gotten me out the bed Gotten me to study what I hate Gave me light where I thought there was only dark

Apocryphal as it may seem This life is but a waking dream. A test to find out just the sort Of soul you have before the court.

With weights and measures find your place Once on the line you’ll start the race. Run to and fro; slide here and yon, You’ll find out soon where you belong.

With nights and kings make mighty deeds? Or lowly pawns among the weeds? All are important-never fear! The tolling bell: Revelation near.

A surprising and previously unknown fact, especially one that is made known in a dramatic way. "revelations about his personal life"

The revelation.

Scary, yeah?

Why do we view surprising things as ‘scary?’

Why do we view dramatic as bad?

Why is the unknown so worrying?

Because of you.

You were the unknown, and still are.

How could your parents possibly know that they would end up with you? Exactly you?

How could my parents know?

And how could you know?

How could you know that time you hurt yourself, cried so hard your head hurt, drank so much water you got bloated was going to happen?

You didn't.

It was a revelation.

A revaluation.

Of your values, your morals.

You expectations and impossibles.

When a revelation happens, you reevaluate.

What happens now?

Nothing, sweet locur.

Now we sit and wait.

For what?

For it to play out.

They pass you by, that little one in the street.

That man flicking a cigarette to its burn, its dimise. His dimise.

That girl biting the skin off her fingers, chewing it.

She probably does it to her feet, too.

What a revelation!

But it reveals something.

Doom.

That's what you're afraid of, aren't you.

Revelation reveals doom. Big or small, something is doomed to happen, someone is doomed, and terribly so.

But what can you do?

Can you even help yourself?

The Revelation.

The Revelation is that you are helpless.

But that's not much of a shock, is it.

I will see Your face (A Even if that end my day (A I will never ever forget (A The day you brought Your grace (A

I was lost in that world (B Ignoring Your words (B

I discovered Your light took off my wrongs (B You made my cries turn into songs (B

I walked out of darkness (C I cried out for your forgiveness (C

Thank You (D For I know the truth (D

Your power is real (A I am born again (A Adopted by Your Grace (A

I was lost in a world, with destruction and loss (B I thought I could hide, hide myself in my chaos (B

Pleasures that take you, I succumbed in madness (C) Respecting in cycle, over for less (C) I thought I was better or death (C)

Eyes wide open, a world unfolds, A fleeting glance, a tale untold. Whispers linger, shadows play, The price of dreams begins to weigh.

A voice cried out, sharp as a blade, The girl stood still, her heart afraid. She looked around — no soul, no sound, But felt her stomach twisting down.

The voice returned, a haunting call, She swayed, then stumbled, began to fall. Her breath grew shallow, limbs felt weak, A bitter cry she couldn’t speak.

“The revelation’s here,”** it said,** She spun, collapsing, struck with dread. A siren howled, red lights aglow, The pavement cold, the darkness slow.

She woke, but fog consumed her mind, A fleeting spark, a chance declined. Too many pills, too far, too fast — A breath, a blink — then all was past.

A mother weeps, a flowered stone, A girl now lost, a heart alone. They gather close, the mourners stay, While floods of sorrow steal the day.

Let this be told, her tale, her fall, The voice of truth ignored by all. The revelation came too late, And left us mourning at the gate.