Originally posted on Leon Dreams:


I will bring change to this world
with my elder sage wisdom
fueled by my vision and ambition
I won’t stop until I have risen

free me, I am still stuck in multiple prisons
so that I may bless with more than just writens
share all the gifts I was given
and the knowledge that was forbidden

he acts like a hero but he is the villain, i’m concealing
but he was born premature, so I am unsure
if your ready for him, and the venom in his pen
the fire that he breathes, the spells that he weaves
the rapid sonic’s he articulates with dexterity
they way his words can restore parity

one the day the I am released I guarantee
that I will dismantle this broken system
for living under this is not living
I will re write all the laws that…

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Originally posted on Leon Dreams:


you and I, we’re both trapped in this prison
you’re in a cage just like me, its shaped like a strange prism
the only difference is soon i’ll be free
then it won’t be you vs me

follow me, follow me and you will be free
follow me, follow me and i’ll let you see

you not a fan of how i operate
you think i only instigate and manipulate
but you need me to survive
you need me to thrive

they gave you freedom of speech
just so they could impeach… you
they teach you just so they can reach you
and eventually mentally breach you

then you’ll be theirs
that’s why they teach you, what they teach you
and feed you, what they feed you

let me out, let me in
let me out this prison
all you know is what you where given
don’t struggle…

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Danse Macabre

Clawing at this padded cell
Contemplating suicide
Contemplating homicide

Music- the only thing that heals these wounds
Bloody, oozing and festering
So I sing along to a tune only I can hear
One that all the ‘normals’ fear

While I sing I contemplate suicide
I contemplate homicide
Still trapped in this padded cell
In the halls of my madness
I dance to the ethereal voices only we can hear

Walk with me into the realm of the unreal
Where our insanity makes sense
Can’t you hear the song/music calling?
You’re only a step away

So come with me!
Together we will contemplate suicide
Even as we sit in these padded cells [Let’s sit together in this padded cell.]
We will contemplate homicide


A coiling snake in your chest
Driving you ever closer to your death
Stealing away all of your breath (all that’s left)
The air that’s meant to be mine
All parts of you- delicate and fine

Face your fears
Let them go
Fade away or let everyone know
There is no way to fake your way out of this
Checkmate – the only way out is forward
Your only escape

Everyone is so scared
Of the coming night; the face in the mirror
Of stepping out of this everyday routine
To let their thoughts show (let them all know)
To walk in the sunlight
To make a move

My identity lost forever in a sea of fear
Late at night
When all those unresolved feelings are brought to light
The voices- those that don’t believe in you, come to life

Lost in the face of this everyday routine.
Can’t face my own reflection
Don’t move, don’t react
If you don’t make a move you can’t get hurt

Untitled (short story- Incomplete)

This was an experiment to write with some friends of mine. Can you tell where one author ends and another begins? I haven’t edited this piece so I apologise in advance for any mistakes in tense or grammar. Its the combined mistakes of 3 people so please don’t nit pick on that aspect.
Partial credit obviously goes to them.
The track I posted in the middle is good background music to read this with and is by my brother Cris J.

Woke up today to the remnants of a strange dream. Just ghostly tendrils of the memory remain. A large red poker table; an oversized chair and me in a strange dress. I quickly dismiss it as the result of bad sushi from dinner but the dream refuses to fade away as dreams should. More details come back to me: being surround by grotesquely masked faces; disturbing semblances of animals and people. I shudder it away and get up from bed. Sunday, I always found the day quite strange like life goes on pause. I never manage to get much done nor do I put much effort to any task.The alarm clock bleats pitifully from the floor across the room. Sleepily I realise that I must have thrown it there. I groan and bury myself under the covers attempting to ignore it. Wait. Why is my alarm ringing on a Sunday? Why am I getting a feeling of deja vu? Didn’t I just wake up? From the weird dream. It was even hazier now as I tried to remember it. I must have gone back to sleep after first waking up. I pick up my cell and am shocked to see it really is Monday. Is this a joke? I think as I get up to turn on the TV. Where did a whole day’s worth of memories go? The TV flickers on and I anxiously put the news on and it hits me like ton of bricks: it’s really Monday and I don’t remember anything from yesterday. I concentrate and try my hardest to recall anything from the day before. But it’s completely blank. Fuck. Where did an entire day go? I think again.Trying not to panic I take a deep breath as I shakily walk around my apartment and decide to continue my day as normal and hope for the best.
I decide to tidy up the apartment which looks like everything besides immaculate. How did the apartment get so untidy anyways? I lazily bend down to pick up a black scarf that was right in front of me and then…wait! What were the contents of my wardrobe doing here anyway? I decide to scan the whole apartment from my point of standing and oh my…it looked horrible. What happened yesterday?I force myself into recalling the previous day’s events. A sharp pain jolts through my head and I quickly dismiss the idea. Perhaps it was a normal day like any other day and I was worrying over nothing. I shudder at the thought that I might have done something embarrassing as I try to recall the details from the mysterious day. Why can’t I possibly remember anything? I shiver as a cold sweat trickles down my face. I aim to wipe off the sweat with the back of my free hand and dear Lord; I feel the sharp pain in my head again. As I look down at my hand, I realize it is covered with blood. Dark red oozy blood! I stagger across the apartment as I make an attempt for the mirror in my bedroom, scurrying my way across thishelterskelter. I scrutinize the bloody mush embedded in my head wondering how and why I got wounded. Not only was I breathing at an abnormal rate, but it took me a good amount of time to realize my jaw was dropped and I was in awe. I was a total wreck. What the heck happened last night?!

Then it hit me. I realized that it’s not just the wound in my head that I was worried about. I was staring a total wreck! I could hardly identify myself. I looked…shattered; that is the most suitable word I could use to describe what I looked like. Oh no! Something else hit me! I remembered that I wasn’t dressed up in this attire last night. What I was staring at was someone wearing an oversized grey jumper. I don’t own any jumpers so this could definitely not be mine. I recalled wearing formal attire last night. I couldn’t be wrong about that. I couldn’t possibly be uncertain about this jumper; it wasn’t mine. Who else was in here with me? I might not remember a great chunk of detail about yesterday, but I sure as hell that I wasn’t dressed like thisI start getting worried and question my sudden urge earlier to switch on the television. Why did I go straight to the television? What did I expect to hear or see? More blood oozes from out of my head, drenching the jumper I was wearing.Standing in front of the mirror and trying to recall the events of what I’m beginning to suspect was a ‘horrendous’ night, I decide it would be best if I looked everywhere around the apartment. I had to gather cues to solve yesterday’s puzzle. I take a step away from the mirror and make a dash toward the toilet. As I touch the door knob, I stiffen; my hands feeling like they weighed a thousand pounds or more. My nerves were killing me and at this point in time, I wish that whatever happened last night needed to be something trivial. I take a deep breath as I slowly push open the door, hoping that there’s nothing but emptiness on the other side. I cross my fingers as the door vehemently sways inward while I stand on its other side nervously clasping my hands around myself.The door is completely set back and I’m standing there…in the middle of my room…unable to move or do anything. It feels like my heart has stopped pumping blood into my veins. I hear nothing but silence; silence that feels unwelcoming. I stare a while longer at the disaster that was seeing in front of me. In this bare silence, I hear myself letting out the most horrifying shriek that I’ve ever heard in my life!

The toilet is covered in blood all over. I begin to hyperventilate. It’s more than I can handle. What happened last night? What happened last night? These questions kept recurring in my mind as if I was hoping my subconscious would robotically provide me with answers I desperately needed. I am still staring at the grotesque splash of blood in front of me, unable to move or process how it reached here. In my room. In my toilet. What is going on? I begin to feel nauseated by the smell of blood. And frightened. I suddenly gather my senses as if slapped back to consciousness.

I make up my mind…there is no way I am going to stay in my apartment for another minute. Leaving the toilet door open, I begin ransacking through the pile of clothes near my bed to get clean clothes and just leave the room. I am deterred while ransacking my clothes because I never ever had piles of clothes scattered in my room. I brush that thought away and I find myself a pair of jeans and a white T-shirt. I put them on, run my fingers quickly through my hair and head for the door. I look at myself in the mirror on my way out. I still look a mess. I look as if I have spent a day in a scary movie. I grab my car keys from the dressing table and walk out. I shut the door and run through my living room, not even bothering to look around straight to my car, not noticing anything except that it is a sunny Monday. How could I have missed an entire day?
I get into my car and start the engine. I look around the car to see if there are any traces of last night. I am surprised to find that there’s no blood anywhere or anything strange. But wait!!There is an old piece of paper at the backseat. I have never seen this kind of paper before. I pick it up. There is something written on the other side. I turn it over and gasp when I read:


I swallow hard. But at the same time I feel that I could find some answers there. 33 Street isn’t far from where I live. So I start my car and drive on. I ignore the clamor in the city and take the curve that leads to 33 street. What could have happened there? As I neared 33 street, something bizarre begin to happen. It is raining heavily. It is a sunny day. I couldn’t understand what is going on. The street looks unusually dark and lonely. There is nothing around it. There are no stores, no houses, no cars…nothing! I shudder, but couldn’t figure out whether it is from the sudden chilliness surrounding me or fear. I stop the car when I come across a side board. Something is written on it in a weary black ink:


The sight of it makes me weak at the knees. It sounds like a death notice. Uneasiness creeps all over me. In spite of these thoughts, I am tempted to find out more about this house. I feel like I am summoned or like a gravitational force is urging me to enter. I get down from my car and decide to walk in. The huge iron gate that keeps the house from the outside world is opened. I slide in through the gate and find myself staring at the ghastly huge grey house. The house is masked by the fog from the rainy weather and sheltered by huge thick trees that outgrow the house. Withered creepers grow over the house in all directions. The house is so dark. All but one window is illuminated by a faint candlelight.

I take the few steps that lead to the front porch and open the front door and I step in.

any suggestions for a title? Anyone want to continue  the story and add another part to this, it obviously needs it XD

I’m Mental, I Promise

I’m in one of those moods.
Where it becomes painfully obvious
That I’m disturbed

That I can’t be trusted
Especially when I start to mutter
I’m convinced that I’m unstable
And I know it’s only a matter of time

Lock me up, it’s not like I didn’t expect it
Especially after I picked up that knife

It’s amazing how this all started, with one little trouble maker
And ended up with blood, tears, and questions
That incidentally- I can’t answer.

disclaimer: not my song purely for entertainment bla bla etc… My Chemical Romance: I’m not Okay

Darling, Lets Die Tonight

Hellllllooooo!!! Its almost the end of 20-14 and I’m back! where does time go that i did not notice that its been YEARS since I posted or logged on?! I barely know how WordPress works anymore. 

The last couple of years have been very draining emotionally and I was not in the right head space to create or produce anything. A lot of big changes have happened recently and I feel I am in a much better place (as cheesy as it sounds). So prepare for more creepy, more darkness, more morose, more MORBID.

*(I wrote this poem a long time ago, just haven’t posted it.)

Sinister shadows in my backyard.

Hold me close and keep me warm

When this society has let me down

I’ll be kept safe and comfortable by those underground.

Those skeletal hands to grasp and to caress

We’ll dance a midnight waltz under a full moon

Keep our bodies close together

Bone to bone

End our night with a graveyard kiss

Walking hand in hand through the eerie mist

You, with blood-red lips and a cob web dress and me with my noose neck tie

Leave me to my doom and gloom

This condition called living holds no interest for me

Leave me among the dead and dying things

For they don’t scorn or pity my ways

Their silence is not spiteful

To understand the understood you must be the one understanding

To live is to believe the illusion, to be the masses of delusional

That is exactly what hope is: an illusion