sg saga

Im dying. I cant tell you how it feels or how it happened. but i am. Its fucking scary to see how the world evolves and leaves you behind like the piece of shit you are. Who the fuck really cares if your missing out of the crowd of millions of people? I honestly took the wrong path i should have waited out the pain before i stepped into the relationship that has made my life worth to live. He smiles and laughs but his words crush me every time i crush him. Its scary to live love like this. Why do i keep trying? I know my days are weak and might come to an end soon. Its fun though i see all and no one knows the mighty power i withhold. Lifeless life. I am lifeless and this life can be cherished by each day of worship to the all powerful merchant. Now see the words dont flow like they are SUPPOSED to be set up but honestly who gives a fuck these days. Everyones playing the stupid fucking survival of the fittest game. Im the weakest link haha im done sooner than you think. Its all of rhyme and scheme you cant really be sure whose day is running out of steam. I want to leave you off with a precious thing to say. Fuck everything just dont love one who plays the love game.

wakeebie

Me describing my angel across the atlantic (wakeeb):

Alexi is a beautiful master piece. She is everything anyone can ask for in life. Her mind wonders like the waves her heart longs to float in. She is my true sister and i couldn't ask for anything else. My wakeeb has qualities which many dont know she holds, such as she is one of the worlds most brilliant painters I've laid my eyes upon. Her eyes light up in all situations of excitement. Her kind words of wisdom nourish many...even me in any given situation. Her sayings always seem to save the day. My beauty across the atlantic (momentarily) has so much to offer and is life with no limits. 

you must be one lucky son of a bitch to know her :)

Her smile has faded with her dreams. No more time for hopes to sweep her off her feet, even though she trying to live in one. Roaming on the same streets her family tries to tell her that this is now her home. What is she suppose to do these days. The sun never says hi but her true identity is sunshine. Same songs fill up her mind with lyrical brilliance. No one can help her at this point. A new town which should be welcoming her with open arms while it is actually slowly suffocating her. No space for her to spread her wings, she is kept at a near distance so she can be "safe". "Sunshine Sunshine" is the only support she is getting from overseas. 

Sunshine Sunshine

Trying to sit down and crack down to let these equations and words process through this fluffed up mind. I stare up for a second and realize that im surrounded by her in the clouds. The purple tint hasn't let her go. The palm trees grinning at me as tears roll down my cheeks makes this reality so pure. "I'll see you soon." The crisp august air isn't doing justice to what those fading clouds in the sky are portraying. As they tint the colors progress from a purple-orange-pink- now slowing down to a gray. Not a gray which is generic but the gray a man on the moon would feel from the loneliness. The trees are playing our song. Moving to the music they supply i know your dreams are peaceful. Its about 5 am your time now and im hoping these clouds dont disappear like you have. The cold air pushing against my skin ever so softly gives me the essence of your presence. You are here. The goosebumps which cores my body are is the only comfort in reach. Daym i cant wait till the stars shine and maybe then they will show her smile up above. 

Goodnight my angel across the atlantic. 

him

Quotes from my wise poet:

Her eyes Shes on the dark side Neutralize every man in sight.

Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the golden age of grotesque.

He speaks with such wisdom but never opens his blinds. Hiding away from the world, kept away on a tall mountain speaking to himself like the crazy man who he calls dad. After years of not remembering important acquaintances they met. Summer has brought hope once again into this simple picture. Her eyes have been opened now to see what the world is throwing at her: one beautiful disaster. 

He toys around with her as if she was a puppet and he was the one in charge of the strings attached to each one of her limbs. Singing like a canary bird saying everything she wants to hear. She skips into this secret state of emotion she cant express (love?). Life around her seems dull without him and now she has summers to look forward to. 

As each summer comes and goes her young gentlemen fades into the summer mist. Each year as she appears to fall more into this emotion she cant express (love?) he inches away slowly. Why must he be such a beautiful disaster in her life? Introducing her to life to the fullest, and letting her experience  young love while at that very moment he disappears from her existence. When he is needed, he keeps kept away on his mountain singing his songs with a jokers smirk. As time always progresses and she finds happiness in her life he plants another one of his lines and she's hooked (it seems like this may be time she's been waiting for finally): with nicknames, peace treaties, and love. She's stuck in this labyrinth and i hynotized  by his words. 

WHAT A FUcking SPitting image you are. You remind me of your fucked up sister who should have been sent to rehab but was just sent away to a home far away. Away from a boy whom she loved and into a house of troubles. FUcking spitting image. Mom your a spitting image of your sister in law ... i cant believe you compare your children are you serious about us being the same. Have you seen how i play my game? if not watch back and see the lion be tamed since your going to be stepping out of my world in a few years. Alone and cold. What will happen if dad goes? Are you ready for your childern to turn their backs like you turned your back on them. You wont even let me go to ball with the man i love. Fuck this spitting poetry shit maybe i should look back and sip on a cool glass of being literary direct. 

You know what else is a fucking spitting image. THe fact that you wont allow your daughter to be happpy ..just like your father