.Unknown Enter-Vention.

.Unknown Enter-Vention.

By: Marie Castiano

We all hide behind the fronts,

we all hide behind the lies,

to reveal your true feelings

leaves you ready to die,

perilous emotions

left smoke signals in the sky,

we all have to die sometime,

so what was your need to lie?

You are not immune to this experience,

and whether or not you are aware,

we all must confront the consequence,

but if you claim to not be human,

then there is no need for your acceptance.

Your resistance is pointless,

we all have lasers that phase trough your

massless joints and

we will throw you in the cycle,

just like we were thrown,

lightning bolts set ablaze what was once your home,

no longer can retrace what was once your own,

ants now crawl trough your joints and bones.

You will journey to the place

were you created your greatest mistakes,

impossible decisions that put tears on your face,

and you will try your hardest

to see if your awake,

you ask for just a little bit of mercy

from his grace.

We all must confront this feeling,

and we will rip it out your soul

if you try concealing,

doesn't make you any better or worse,

we were all put on this Earth to survive this curse,

whether from above,

whether from below,

we all must reap what we all have sown,

and you may sacrifice the power you have shown,

but it will not alleviate, slow down or

desecrate,

it will only accelerate,

the punishment of your comatose form,

meaning you are forever frozen

in a mental storm.

By: Marie Castiano

.The Last Girl They Would Hate.

.The Last Girl They Would Hate.

By: Marie Castiano

Maybe she likes it, maybe she don't.

maybe she'll scream the words out,

maybe she won't

maybe she'll let the pen bleed the truth out,

maybe she'll let words slowly space out.

It's funny how demented

all her books thought she was,

funny how they thought

she would stumble on her way,

to some imaginary graduation day.

Funny how when she talked about it,

they all just laughed about it,

funny how when the words she promised to speak,

would reveal their death and their demise.

She loved it, when she finally spoke those words,

loved the way their eyes widened

to the point of dismemberment,

loved how their mouths stayed wide open

and how she didn't let them scream,

loved how finally once and for all

she would have the last laugh,

loved the final smile,

she would ever let them have.

What makes them believe that she is

nothing more than a girl they can destroy,

and take away all her joy,

It's really not that simple,

you see,

she does have joints and tendons

and she can feel the pain from the skin

they always make her peel.

She is more than what her body gives off,

she is more than the way she lays down,

she is more than her smile,

she is more than her frown.

They don't like what she does,

they love when she doesn't do it,

they love her misery and her loneliness,

they hate her laughter and her joyfulness,

they love to hear when she screams in dismay,

they hate when she comes out victorious once again.

She asks if its a crime to love,

and to rescue those who never did her wrong.

And as she rescued those who did do her wrong,

they saw her real true imagery,

she was an angel after all,

those that spilled dirt and pissed all over her name,

were left in darkness guilt and shame.

She left them all there as she said this:

nothing ever is what it seems,

don't be so quick to judge

things you know nothing of,

for if you saw me as something that clearly im not,

you'll have two choices in the end,

what's real and what's not.

By: Marie Castiano

Clearing My Head By: Marie Castiano

Clearing My Head

By: Marie Castiano

First off, first dose, today I don't feel like most,

feelin like E, in solitary confinement,

i couldn't even find it, the exit,

where did it go?

feel like im bein pushed below.

Today is like fuck evertything, and everyone

I got a different perspective,

today I'm one,

with the evil bitch inside of me,

today she won,

she doesn't always take over,

but today something's being pushed over.

I feel like an avenger today,

feel like killin somebody if I don't get my own way,

feel like finally sayin,

what I've always wanted to say,

fell like sayin, fuck all ya'll

and juz walkin away.

Feel like gettin payback on all those

that did me wrong,

feel like reincarnating some fucked up song,

that i threw away cuz the shyt was too fuckin long,

feel like making them feel,

the way they made me feel,

feel like choking them out,

till i hear them all squeal,

hear them scream,

saying incoherent words,

that belong to those forbidden lost souls,

got lost in the forbidden crossroads.

Believe me im real,

and today I feel,

like you wont be able to deal,

with the pain I feel,

And if I could just have one person

that really understands,

that one single person don't have to be my fam.

Juzt enough for me to empty my mental,

and expose feelings that have always been unexpressed,

things that I've never had the strength

to really digest,

and if I could let go,

it might bring some peace to my soul,

and delay the process of wanting to explode.

By: Marie Castiano

.Mis-Representing My Surface.

.Mis-Representing My Surface

By: Marie Castiano

.The water on the surface of my pool

has never been crystal clear,

they always judged my book by its cover

and named it fear,

she's so weird,

personality is so hard to read,

too hard to guess who could she be.

.It has never been worth the trouble

or the struggle to get to know me,

they have so many misconceptions created by their glory.

I mess up and they laugh,

I pick myself up, when i didn't realize that I crashed,

I realized long ago they will never understand,

they will accept any fake thing that I put between in their hands.

.To be sincere is your destruction,

to know their betrayal is their disruption,

to never trust again is as good as it gets,

to hold back my tears is my best bet,

it's happened so much,

that I've fallen in love with my beautiful depression,

I've put all my battle scars into one section.

.To love so much is always my mistake,

to give what I can't receive it always my disgrace,

to believe that my positivity will keep me on track,

when I have to fake so many emotions it takes me off my path.

.What my heart desired never reflects on my surface,

they will never see my tears,

as long as I am focused,

I hide my pain behind every door that I open,

all the doors that I have closed

will never again be opened,

.I gave them all a try to really get to know me

before I died,

the Marie they knew died long ago

just because they denied her the happiness

that she desired long ago.

.And so I've mis-represented my surface

because it's obvious to me now that it was never worth it,

the face you see it's just a mask,

my tears are hidden inside my hearts flask,

my words are kind,

but are spilled just like poison,

its obviously a miracle that I keep on going.

.My last words were,

you'll never know me,

because I will always portray myself as the phony,

I will forever fake it, until I make it,

and I will remain a good liar,

yes I was the seller,

and everyone else was the buyer.

.MugShotz.

MugShotz

By: Marie Castiano

.He sees a flash,

from the corner of his eye,

he's standing to his left,

slightly starting to remember,

things just now coming into focus,

he's standing there looking like a crazy locust.

.The last thing he remembers saying was:

"Tonight will be a night to remember."

Ironic right? To his astonishment

tonight ended up being,

like no other night.

For a minute he saw his friends reflection,

damn he looked all fucked up,

what the fuck where they doing that he's all messed up?

.A man with a deep voice said:

"Turn to your right now son",

like he didn't have control of his body he did,

what the man had said.

Damn his head left like it was on fire,

his eyes were blood shot red.

.As he was directed into another room,

he felt like he was taking the steps to his doom,

He sat down on a hard and cold chair,

the room he was in was grim and bare,

and while he was waiting for some sort of revelation,

he started to remember,

his supposed night to remember.

.His mind created flashes,

visions of his last locations,

words of his last vocations,

slowly remembering his 100th beer,

and how they all left the bar without any fear.

He remembered a fight,

how he had fought with all his might,

he took a quick glance at his hands,

and noticed spots of dried blood,

blistering his hands.

.He felt diseased in a way,

trying to recollect what his brain could not manifest,

with no luck yet,

he remembers a face, he could not forget,

she was beauty in all the forms of the word,

he remembers telling her so many cold and unforgiving words,

he remembers walking away,

and her begging him to stay,

he remembers laughing at hear tears,

and he remembers shedding no tears.

.His mind flashed once again,

and he remembered what happened to his friend.

A car door slammed,

the car rolled once again,

his hands on the wheel,

he swore he could feel,

the devil talking to him once again.

"That car cut you off, pop the clutch and don't worry my friend".

.The rest was a blur,

a nightmare that he himself had made into reality,

his friend was a fatality,

at the beginning there were three,

but as the mugshots revealed,

the devil had made a deal,

that three he could defend,

but soon this young man noticed,

that there were only two in the end.

.I Am My Freestyle's Keeper.

I Am My Freestyle's Keeper

By: Marie Castiano

.I walked around in the record store all day,

my stomach got sick from all the shit on display,

what the fuck? when the fuck? who the fuck is this?

I listened before I judged,

slow to call it quits.

.Lil Wayne was the first to say,

Hip-hops not dead, that he got it okay,

but as I walked around

it seemed more and more

like a funeral town.

.Must've been more like he

emptied a clip in hip-hops head,

an assigned her the label,

solemnly dead.

.Then I stumbled upon an old ass song,

crazy mix-tape from back in the day,

The little demon child inside of my brain, said:

" It was real hip hop then, those were the innovators of those days."

...Then another voice called from beyond the grave...

"I am The Freestyle Monster Mother-Fucker and I Got Sum Shyt To Say!!!!."

.I was like:

"woah hold up, wait a minute, wats up?"

He Said:

"This is your mission today, let us create,

the real hip-hop funeral, finally put it away."

.Then I, a little suprised,

decided maybe I should compromise:

"But yo freestyle monster, can't you revive it again?

Call the reaper up and make some beats with him."

.Then I looked around at all the,

perpetrating emcees,

and the fake ass gangsters,

tryna look like they real on CD's.

.That's when I understood,

what the freestyle monster wanted me to do,

I could hear the demon child,

laughing away,

he understood it was hip-hop's funeral today.

.I hazed the day away,

and left the record store.

The day ended rather strangely,

last thing that my mind could define,

was an amber fiery color so divine.

.Then I got a call from my friend,

he was trippin, acting crazy, a little frantic he said:

"O shit son, you know what happened today?

Somebody blazed up the record store and blew that shit away!!!"

.I heard the freestyle monster laughing,

then the demon child laughed,

then I put my phone under my cover,

and i started to laugh.

.So till this day,

they all still say,

she is her freestyle's keeper,

she saved hip-hop in a way.

.A Lost Scroll.

A Lost Scroll

By : Marie Castiano

.Hello to the bosses of the stereotypes,

heard you wanted a fight with me today,

well here's a chance to say

what you wanted to say.

.No, I will not back away,

I will not stand down,

I will not let you your insecurities run this town.

You may be famous to the shallow illiterates

that run down the hall,

but let me say that they'll be the first to laugh at you,

when your fame starts to fall.

.I don't know what you want me to be,

but i'll make one thing clear,

even if I cared to change who I am,

what makes you think,

I would be a part of your clan?

.I just don't get it,

I don't understand,

your life is controlled by a thread

of the doubt that you hang, and a little bit

of fake ass confidence that you have,

and something that you call "pride"

but don't understand the meaning to be had.

.I was humble enough

to not laugh at you when you started to cry,

it's funny how you started off being a boss,

but the other bosses, flipped and switched on you

oh so quick,

But you forgot, life is nothing but a bitch,

such cruel realities happen on the everyday,

your egotistical values were blocking your entry,

now you see outside your shiny gleaming blinding walls,

you were the last person anyone wanted to envy.

.You were a game to them,

if not just a pawn,

the light burning your insides on this beautiful dawn.

Next time you think you're winning,

don't forget about the losers,

because we're the one

you'll wanting to heal you,

when their calling you a

loser.