He stood in the doorway
watching her sleep
His hands pressed
to his chest
he could not keep
He stood right next to her
his hand trembling, mid air
took one step back, then another
so he was no longer there
She lay upon sheets of silk
her back a work of Art
her scissored legs and arms
as though she was torn apart
She waited with breath held tight
her eyes closed and lungs burning
She wanted as though
time was right
Her world was centred
with her yearning
He hesitated to touch
such fragile beauty
his encroachment in her space
seemed an impregnable fortress
so he stood back
just to stare at her face
But she had raised the portcullis
and lowered the drawbridge
He just needed to storm
and dwell forever
where she lives
She sits upon a single stool
in the middle of the kitchen
Gazing upon congealed food
and hopes she is forgiven
for gazing upon the knife block
wishing every living thing dead
She doesn't have a problem
cleaning up the blood of others
but, what goes on in her head
Is her hatred for violence
Her absolute despise of distrust
Her almost implacable resolve
to make it dead, if she must
She abhors the deadly whispers
that critiques her daily choices
She sits alone upon a stool
trying hard to ignore the voices
The road behind bares us a backdrop, too many nights find us fractured in our thoughts and the dreamers we once were are far from the two people who stand today.
We're broken, mere splinters of our shipwreck past, driftwood on a shore that drowns every time the ocean breathes.
The path is littered with slaughtered dreams that didn't bleed.
As time and tide wait for no man shall we find it a tragic scene?
simply erased with the sunsets demise?
No one gets away without a scar and mine speak a road map to chaos
and a found hello to you.
Mine own scars are fingertips
gouged into the sand and faded
but salted by tears of the ocean, inerasable by the tide.
A soul washed up upon the shore, a road map etched delicately into fine bones.
You can trace where I'd been before. All roads lead to your hello.
In broken lines and have uttered phrases and one too many empty night.
Backdrop of chaos does paint in the darkest colors you could ever imagine .
How does it gets so flawed by our own creations and vices my dear?
Does it still ring ever so true?
The bell rings true whispering distant voices
Empty nights are just bottles lined up as dead soldiers
We contemplated our own truths and fell victim to our own vices
The backdrop is black, no colour beneath skin.
Honestly? Where does our downfall begin?
Two ships underneath the nightscape past the spark once understood the flame and nothing more .
In empty alleys, like cats to prowl, we find our moments, and then bury our thoughts to lay for no others to see.
half written papers and half heard conversation the keys of the piano haunt the silence as myself shadows that still remain.
Nothing is but a thought and those are like dead flowers laid to waste a reflection of far better times
The night crawls to meet the day as it has so many times before.
The thought of the minds bottle lay empty upon the table.
A fond farewell is but a sugar coated goodbye.
And I seldom have minced my words to mask their sting.
The page forever bleeds.
Pages that lay scattered on a dirty floor
Bleeding ink into cracks
that will forever more
hide the spirit of our souls
Did you see the moon fall
as the sun lit up the sky?
Did you feel the rain crawl
upon cotton sheets
and silken thighs?
Did you hear the thunder
and feel the tug of silken thread
that wove around my fingers
surrounding your beautiful head?
Did you hear the sirens call
their song thrown to the sky?
The melody, a throaty growl
ending on a soft but whimpering cry?
Questions that don't need answers
drowning in sweet lullabies
The universe has exploded
Held captive within your eyes
You're my favorite pastime
You're the flavor of all my years
You're the beat that starts my heart
You're the salt that tints my tears
You're the red haze of my anger
and the white mist as it clears
You're the new leaf on my tree
and the root of all my fears
You're my every kiss goodnight
You're my sunrise in the morning
You're my thought throughout the day
You're my moon as the night is dawning
You're my cup of coffee
you're my drink of wine
You're my shot of whiskey
You're my everything that is fine
You are so perfect in my head
so perfect in my heart
so perfect in the beginning
even more perfect at the last
You're my best friend, my lover
my partner and my all
You're the foundation of all of me
Without you I may fall
You're the one who taught me
that one plus one equals us
though the equation is now minus
I trust to go on, I must...
I don't even want to rhyme this
but I know I won't be able
to help myself
I'm so lost in this space
this time, this place,
observations from a shelf
Connections are nebulous
over reactive and distractive
once upon a time it was just about me, but I know it's about you, and me,
and people I've never even met yet!
It's about times lost
in bio degrading minds
and lessons just best to forget!
Struggles with the real world
are snippets of words
in an over active mind,
don't ever forget
your thoughts were mine
She may have closed the door
but you nailed it shut
You refused to hear her weeping
while you sat upon your butt
Your back against the door
Where you occasionally bang your head
Needles hanging from your veins
Demons not waiting for you
To. Be. Dead.
She sat upon the other side
listening through the door
her good eye against the keyhole
until she heard you breathe no more
Along an empty hall of dust
that ends in a pit of flames
that carries centuries of souls
to their everlasting shame
She sat upon that dirt floor
thinking she was the one to blame
if only you had turned the knob
or just whispered her name...