I miss that unborn future with sadness
Sadness at future unseen but not unknown
Known we've lived a thousand lives
Living and dying in our idle moments and day dreams
Dreams of us together as a family
Family and kids is the last thing people think about for me
Me I'm perpetually single just ask anyone else
Else who might have mistakenly thought
I'd choose the wife and kids
Not freedom
Freedom from our twisted love
So our future is unborn
Unborn just like our baby
Baby that is as dead as our love
Conceived but aborted
-I could never see a future between us through all of the tears
I have a mother, sister and brother,
But no family.
See family are people that you love and trust,
And vise versa.
But see I look at these people,
And all I see are strangers.
People I can't talk to.
People I just live with.
The closest thing I have to a family,
Is my best friend.
And, trust me,
That's not that close.
See I like the idea of having a family,
I've just never had one.
An empty battlefield lies before me,
Still as the dead sea.
In full armor, you stand unmoving,
Straight across from me.
Look at this bloodbath you’ve created.
Do you see the puddles of red?
I stare at all these teardrops
That formed from words you said.
I’m slouching from exhaustion.
You look tired, as well,
And staring at this dark red sky
Feels like my own hell.
We both know the fight was over
Before we even had the chance to start.
And yet, the ground is covered in red,
As are the remnants of my heart.
Please don’t try to cross this field.
Leave everything where it is now.
I’d rather walk away from this mess
Than try to fix it, somehow…
I’ll never look in your eyes again.
They are too green and blue to see.
Looking around at this red disaster,
You’ve become a monster to me.
Those guns were a lullaby to the world you left behind.
“Life’s too short if you ask for mercy. Because dying never ends,” you said
Like a whisper too late
We're all bombs in reverse
than can be seen from outer space
The world is a firing gun--
"My pain is my defiance. It's no longer a scar," you said
close to death,
The riot ate us alive
And I believed you.
I really did.
Everyone's holding onto the world
like it was a grenade tied to their veins
Voices, tiny earthquakes,
all their hopes and fears that might send the sky to blow
It was left to burn
in slow-motion riddles.
a long winding road of the torn up lives that were left behind
I felt your sound
Like a whisper too late
"Your heart is eternal as the sky--even as you feel it breaking."
My tears falling wind chimes -- they left a presence in the air
And I believed you.
I believed you.
I really did
When your voice was the last bomb
that I ever felt.
In the instant I knew
My soul broke the sound barrier
And I was home
in the fire
I swore that I must've heard
"Madness is the god."
"Sanity is a lie."
"Love is the truth."
That only the fire
could ever find.
Things that only death
could ever speak of.
I worked 12 hrs straight today, and my feet don't hurt half as much as my heart does. And my body turn, run like wheels, only a fraction that my mind did. Trying to figure out how to un-notice, un-like and un-love. It has never been a Strength of mine to forget, only a weakness when I need to remember.But my feet do hurt, my mind is over worked and I feel, just feel my heart , and I hurt. To bad you don't know I am beautiful.
You're present when I hear this song.
As if our moments in time
and futures unknown
simply belong.
One hears the sound of pure water
that you hold so dear.
Washing away regret
and all that you fear.
Its rhythm flows with dark ease,
surfing over thresholds,
and teasing boundaries of time.
Just as you gracefully ebb
from your story's past
and aspire to freely climb.
Its beat rises to meet our ways of being
a its tempo jumps deep to be fully present.
Just as your gifts to us become more fluent,
your love of life becomes your servant.
Its clear and abundant tone sings
Just as your voice shares its
insight,
sentient.
The song takes its time to bring us through,
As you unveil the vibrance of your colorful view.
And as you savor today's moments,
seek it significance,
in everything
you do.
C. . .
I hope you
like this song,
this poem,
Oh, I hope I got it right.
I felt your presence,
heard this song,
wrote this poem,
just tonight.
The sway and pull of this madness
a dance too vibrantly bade
I pause in the still framed freeze
to remake my own steps in a dream.
My voice grows soft as I call you
Wondering. Was it all a waste?
the lantern was lit and I cannot quit
I've journeyed too far ahead.
Why do I want to cry for you?
Why do I feel like I've lost?
The most precious gift that has guided you
is derailed and left at the cross.
All I can say as I pray
the most gentle of whispers in day
I've never wanted you more.
We are parted here after, evermore.
seems the dam is
breaking down
at last
breaking down
all of the effort
the years of work
that keep it together
tossed aside
but only for tonight
these
walls
are
crumbling
down
but only for tonight
this is all you'll see
a few clumsy lines
--you never know which
one's are about you
well
these are--
and if you read this
like I know you will
here's to hoping you find
something worth
salvaging in this
wreckage
in the mess I continue
to make with
every step I take
these walls are
crashing down
but only for tonight
only for tonight
Where your eyes view comfort, my eyes shy away in fear. Those fingertips you wish to lace with yours, as you lay dreaming on your aged duvet, are the embodiment of an age-old prison. Those fingers lacing mine like thick nylon rope laced through fingertips and wrists. Soft voice infused with poison constricting my body with the force of two angered hangs closing around my neck. Harsh lips like fists against malleable skin, leaving dirty stains and marks of possession on a once-white canvas that has marred itself beyond recognition. Insincere words spilling from vacant hearts, swearing of a beauty neither can see, yet you consume the words like a holy salvation. What little comfort lies in a body created for the very intention of torture.
Come with me and seek comfort and love from the fabric from which we were created. The comfort of a universe that lies on your very fingertips. The particles in the center of my right thumb created in a deceased star whose light is just now visible to my eager eye, the atoms vibrating on my stark white scalp arriving on my body after travelling farther in the universe than any human eye has witnessed, the pounding molecules rushing through every inch of my body as a thick red liquid originating in the center of the universe (an unimaginably breath-taking home). These particles have touched surfaces the human mind has yet to dream of touching, yet they have chosen this surface- your body- to faithfully support before resuming their flurry of activity. A deeper love than that that can be provided by an insufficient human body.
I don’t pick someone and wish to be a part of them
Not like I am right now with him
I don’t usually find someone who stands out in such a
Overwhelming way, in a way I feel so sure about.
But he makes me love me, and love who he is
But I found out what I thought I was prepared for
And the worst was a little bit
Satisfying in the strangest way
She is one of my very closest friends
She is bubby, beautiful and bright
And I love to be in the light she cast upon the world
She glides, hides from nothing and is fearless
And he likes her.
If I were a boy I would too
Just like I like you
But I’m transparent in a way
You see right through me
And although it makes me sad you don’t see
A light in me
You see the same light I see in her
And if you are so blind or you feel my light isn’t right
Maybe I should step back from yours
What is funny is we are so similar
How could I love and appreciate you
Without loving parts of myself?
But I understand
She is great
Love to love, love to hate
Life is such a funny thing
