I remember this movie when I was young
That moved me beyond tears
Ain't it funny how I still remember that
After all these many years
It had no stars that were famous
That it could brag upon
There were actually only four players
But very skillfully focused on only one
I remember the film was in black and white
Color would just get in the way
Of the true meaning of this mans story
And what it was they had to say
It was about a Confederate solider
A loser in his war
About to be hung from off a bridge
The film never did say what for
In fact I don't remember any words
Ever being said
That hits me now as being strange
More than it ever has
His hands were tied behind his back
With the noose around his neck
As they pushed him over the bridges side
To what I felt was certain death
The rope ran towards its deadly course
But snapped in half under the strain
Next shot was of the solider swimming away
As the bullets around him rained
He walked for days through angry woods
Till he came to a dirt road
Ahead of him a Southern Mansion
As the story it unfolds
On the front porch waiting for her love
The sweetest of Southern Belles
The love you saw between them both
No spoken words could ever tell
As he approached the steps with just two left
His love held out her hands
That's when his head snapped back as the rope around his neck
Reached its final end
Shadows cast without a sun
No light, no energy, impossible to run.
Soulless stalkers surrounding, engulfing,
Every corner filled with endless screaming.
Take the blood and write one last letter;
Actually, maybe the pen would be better.
One last bath in petals and bubbles,
One last light of the scented candles.
Climb the stairs to the 14th floor
Feel the cold breeze from the open door.
Or instead the door opens to an empty heart
Trying to find it's missing part.
Take the snake and wrap around,
The thick, breathing trunk of sound.
Tiny bumps on thin organ pale,
Shivers, fear and fated to fail.
Raining clouds and skies of black
Missing warmth and a growing crack.
It's a never-ending journey
Of anticipation and horror, so lovely.
Trying to escape this demon;
All I can do is run from everyone.
The Rain Streaked Window,
Is Chilled From The Damp Spring Air,
The World Outside--Grey
The Pavement Is Soaked,
Blackened It Smells Of The Rain,
The Leaves Had Turned Green
Flowers Sip Cautious,
Drinking The Water Of Spring,
Quenching The World's Thirst
It was 10:30 at night
and we were parked in my drive way
sitting in your car.
We were both unusually over-tired
and you were so indecisive
about how you
I listened to you talk about him
and why you loved him
and why he didn't love you
and why he never would.
And, oh, how I wished I could tell you
that I loved you,
but I knew it wouldn't be enough.
You talked about his hair,
and his voice
and the way he didn't care about
what everyone else thought.
You made him sound
so, so wonderful
turning him into poetry
as you spoke.
I knew he was
everything you wanted
right down to the way he laughed
and the clothes he wore.
you were extra in love
and others you were extra out.
But most days
were a mixture of the two.
"Maybe love doesn't exist,"
you said as you
threw yourself against the seat,
your hair a mess
over your shoulders.
"Maybe it's just a facade,
a nice thought."
But I knew it existed
because I felt it
every time I looked
When in your heart you know that it's over, just not man enough to admit it..
So close I could have grabbed it another thing added to my wish list..
It's finished at least I feel it is, pain and sorrow how real it is..
Losing end of the bargain what kind of deal is this, putting my walls back up extra pad locks, made of steel and shit..
You shall not pass, none shall enter, bittersweet memories I'd rather not remember..
I always will that was a lie, along with me saying that ill be fine..
Maybe one day if I find the time, can't blame you, i knew the rules when I passed that line..
Now all that's left is to face my fears, in the back of my mind I knew you'd disappear..
No magic ball but it's crystal clear, you were the piece of my life that was missing dear..
Incomplete I feel that, you couldn't do it I hear that..
Imperfect perfection yes we're that, can you hear that?
Ghosts of what we used to be, just thought over time you'd get used to me..
When it came down to it thought you were choosing me, thought wrong you changed up that was news to me..
Now when I come around it's like who is he..
And when you ask, you're what happened to the dude that I used to be..
With every thing changing at once
You don't know what to do
Trying to find a path that will help
But all you are now is confused
As you see in the distance
The land underneath your feet
Feel the wind in your hair
Hear the sound of the beat
The beat of nature
Water rush down the river
Your heart racing
Not knowing whether this is a dream
Seeing nature and peace all around you
Surrounded by the most beautiful flowers you've ever seen
It all vanishes....
As it slowly turns into darkness...
The nightmare of all
Hearing the screams....
Seeing the tears....
Except the razor blade against your skin
I have this ache, Doctor. And so far, no amount of drugs or drink have been able to cure it. Where does it hurt, you ask? Why right here, Doctor. Right here in my chest. It started feeling odd when I saw HER for the first time. It was a Thursday; August eighteenth of two thousand eleven I believe. I remember her perfectly, for I had not, and have not, seen anybody more beautiful in my life. Her auburn hair was streaked with red and waterfalled perfectly over her delicate shoulders, that were on that day cloaked in a blue jacket. Her long graceful fingers bloomed from slender palms and were crowned with and elegant black nail polish with a cracked silver finish. To this day, I have never so much as imagined anybody more perfect than her. So what's my problem? Well Doctor, she hates me. I can see it glint in her dark eyes every time she looks at me. Why is this? Why I have not the slightest idea. All I have ever been was polite to her. All I have ever been was kind. When she shivers I give her my jacket, regardless of how cold I am at the time. When she is hungry, I use my last dime to feed her. I do everything in my power to make her happy, make her laugh when the pain adds weight to her shoulders. But I guess it just wasn't enough in the end. What do you prescribe, did you say? An entire bottle of pain pills and a slash down each wrist? That sounds about right. Thank you, my dear Doctor.