thats how powerful i am...

Its funny how you say you can’t,
Its funny how you say you wont,
You’ve made up your mind and that is that.

You have all the weapons you carry,
And all people you’ve stab,
To all the bridges you’ve burn,
So when we argue you fight back.

I will always be glad I didn’t throw a single punch
Because no mater the argument, no matter the fight,
I will always win and that is that.

I don’t need to use weapons,
I don’t need to stab people in the back,
I don’t need to burn bridges, in fact
All I need is a few words because that’s how powerful I am.

I can move mountains and I can make oceans disappear
Because when I speak my mind it will be all that you hear.

The Fear

Does it scare you

that I never sleep?
That I lay awake
at night thinking of you.

When the stars
come out at night
is when I shine,
high above I fly
with wings like a dove
in the night peacefully
above your cozy little hub.

Chattered in a storm of fear
I cannot see past your tears,
nor your desire of sheer
completely covered with fear.

Like a phase
It is what you may say
that might convey
into bliss of tears
rather then drops of fear.

But with a quake there is a wake
and with the break of day
I lay away,
high above In the stars
With goons on the moon
Waiting for the day
you decide to come out
And play.

careful

The tears you once shed because of me have made a puddle of water on the flood which you stand in. But its been weeks now and that puddle has turned into ice, and underneath that layer of ice is where I lay. The weigh of you’re words can easily break the ice allowing the shreds of ice to pierced my body, allowing you to fall through to a bloody death. You're not on stable grounds now, be careful I’m trap beneath you by the walls of ice that have been created from the cold words you once spoke. It’s a dangerous situation, I’ve never felt so cold. Careful you’re on thin ice, and with one wrong slip of the mouth you can crush me completely.

two kings of the same color

In this ruling world of kings and queens, where taking orders is a crucial part of everyday life, there is a castle that has two kings of the same color ruling under one roof. The walls to this castle are painted red from all the blood that has been spilled. You don’t need to be a rocket scientist to know there is a war going on inside the castle between the two kings. Its a never ending war of power and authority. Only upon the death of a king will it silence this war. But killing a king is not that easy, the soldiers don’t know which orders to follow. Command after command and nothing is getting done. With frustrated kings a battle of words is broken out among the kings. But I’m done talking. Talk is cheap. I will be silent. And when you least expect it, you will suffer the raft of my actions. With no army or soldiers heads will fly, limbs will be cut, and torsos will be stabbed. I will be the only king standing today. And after this day we will never speak of the other king again nor will the soldiers question my power. After this day I will rule the throne forever.

I am a sad wolf, now hear my cry

We are a loving family but in our darkest hour we become monsters and we tear each other apart. But no matter how much blood is spilled we still come back to our human selves. Only scares and wounds are left to remind us what we really are, a pack of wolves. We may fight, we may cry, and we may rip each other apart but we will always be a pack and we always have each other’s back. I fought, and I will keeping fighting until the day I die, but now that the pack has split into two there is no need to fight. No need to argue. No need to go on. I am a sad wolf. The shewolf has ran off and I don’t know if she’ll ever come back. So every night I’ll howl to the moon hoping she will hear my cry and come back home.

walls

We put up walls to have privacy, to feel security, and to have comfort. Those walls make houses, fences, and sometimes shields. We knock on those walls every now and then. Sometimes we are received with a friendly greeting and sometimes we are received with a rude gesture. But every once in a blue moon, you will knock and no one will answer. You will begin to wonder who lives inside that house, or maybe what’s behind that fence, or what’s that shield protecting? You will become curious. And like a curious cat you will begin to sniff around, trying to get behind the wall. You might try to claw your way in, maybe jump the fence, or even break the shield. But its not that easy, these endless walls are made of brick.

But like the sneaky cat you are, you dig a hole and slide right underneath the wall. You find yourself in a very dark place, there is not a single ray of light here. You become frighten. This place is not a house; no friendly neighbor lives here, no shiny car is parked here, and there is no treasure here. You found the easiest way in and now you want the fastest way out. But you can’t get out, your trapped. Whats behind the wall is a deathtrap and you fell right through it. Curiosity killed the cat. Curiosity will kill you.

You have to be careful, not all walls are doors. Not all walls make a houses. Some walls make boxes and these boxes have horrible things inside of them. You may not want to open that box in front of you because you never know what’s going to come out of it.

my life in one game

The tables have turned, the rut I was once in is over. I’m out of that hole I dig myself into but not out of the danger. I can easily fall back in so I have to be cautious of the danger that lingers. One wrong step can lead to a terrible stumble into the pit of darkness. I have to be careful where I step and where I don’t step. I must take one step at a time until I’m able to pass the finish line free of danger, glorify myself, and become something more then just a pawn. Once I’ve done this I’m able to dance with the devils and sing with the angels, I’m able to cross oceans and skies, the world is mine for the taking. But I have to be careful, these waters grow cold, I’m not alone. I’m swimming with the sharks now and I could be easily ripped to shreds, it's second nature to them.

I must draw blood first to separate the men from the animals but it won’t be easy, I must be a black sheep; a wolf in sheep’s clothing. Hidden in the pack, waiting for the right moment, then I strike! Those who deal in lies will lose their heads and those who don’t will follow. I’m the leader now, the determined and forceful. The powerful and passionate. The dominate and magnetic. The compulsive and obsessive. Nothing will stand in my way. I will have my throne and I will have my queen. When I get old my queen will be my heart, body, and soul, without her I’m nothing. My loyal children will struggle to survive without her and so will I but I’m not dead yet, I wont go without a fight. I maybe the last one standing but this old man has a thing or two up his sleeve. I can bend water and walk on fire, I can breath in fear and release courage. Your scared, and with the snap of my fingers you’re dead.

Who am I? I’m your best friend and I’m your worst enemy. I’m your lover and I’m your hater. I’m your king and I’m your clown. I’m your right and I’m your wrong. I’m your good and I’m your bad. I’m the one you have to watch out for and I'm the one you have to worry about because you'll never know when I'll strike. Checkmate, your dead.