When I first learned of color,
I entered a world of vivid possibilities.
When I heard my first sound,
I was no longer at a loss of words.
In the beginning,
Never once did I imagine the day
When it would all start to fade.
As the years past,
The world lost its shimmer.
No longer were the roses as red
Or the words on a page as crisp.
No longer was thunder's clap as loud
Or song of the wind as melodious.
Never once did I imagine
a gift once gained
would be stolen away.
Mar 11, 2020
Mar 11, 2020 at 12:26 AM UTC
Prep.
Weight on my back foot.
Leap.
The sound of the final chord rang out around me.
Silence.
All I could hear was silence.
As though the room was empty and I,
I was its only subject.
With a stillness in my heart I stood,
took my bow,
and left.
Mar 10, 2020
Mar 10, 2020 at 11:56 PM UTC
It was a tragedy like no other.
It was a memory that could not have been erased.
It was the choice that begged.
It was a risk I needed to take.
It was another world.
It was the one last option.
It was faith.
It was destiny.
It was life.
It was style.
It was glamour.
It was serene.
It was peace.
It was a song that sang
It was a voice that spoke
It was a mind that dreamed
It was a soul that hoped
It was a feeling like no other
It was a figure that would not disappear
It was a thought of me
It was a dream of you
It was the voice that once spoke
It was those whispers in my ears
It was the name I called
It was the thing that answered
It was you
May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 11:39 PM UTC
Life may become distant
But time moves on
We explore
Even as the rain continues to pour
Cyclones rage
While we turn the page
People may draw the line
But this is my life
For it’s a piece of art
May it come from the heart.
May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 11:35 PM UTC
Every night I dream...
Every night I’m afraid...
Every night there’s no end to what is coming.
Every night I know what’s going to happen and choose not to believe
Every night I ride in my car,
I look up at the moon and there’s a face staring back at me,
And whenever I drive through a streetlight
I’m afraid the lights are enclosing me
There’s no way out.
I’m trapped forever more
I’m afraid for what is coming . . . . .
May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 11:33 PM UTC
Oh what I see,
What I see it to be,
What I perceive,
What I dream,
Oh what I thought it to be.
What I see,
Not what I saw,
What they think,
But not thought.
Oh the devilish thing
When it hits you
It hits you with a bang
The one thing.
The sight of a rose
A red rose
Cowering under a dense canopy of leaves
Leaves in a endless forest
Is it really red
How could you know what you've seen
Seen what you believed you see
Not what you saw.
A world turned upside down
Hoped to be righted
A thought of feeling swept the minds,
Wronged once more
Then righted again
Like a click of a lock
Or the crack of light,
Light that streams through a door.
Seeing is believing
But are we truly perceiving,
Perceiving the knowledge of our very beings.
We erase our problems
In reality everything sticks around
We are a brick in a solid wall
Is believing really seeing
Are we the right in the wrong
The upside in the downside
The answer in the question
The thought in the mind
The see in the sight
The voice in the silence
The meaning in things small
The black in the white
The sight in the blind
The message in the song
The red in the rose
The rose in the trees
The rose weʼll never see
The colorless rose in which we perceive to be red
Is it?
I think not.
May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 11:29 PM UTC
She stood there,
Just stood there
Against the cold damp wall of the orphanage.
She just stood there,
Just stood there
As she watched the woman walk away.
Thumb in her mouth,
Rag doll in her hand
With lifeless blue eyes that stared out at nothing.
She’ll not know what is to become of her,
She’ll not know if she is to change the world,
Or to just be another face among the crowd.
She’ll not know whether significance will ever have any meaning to her.
She’ll never know.
May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 11:01 PM UTC
In the lightly lit path in shown by the moon
I sauntered forward to face my doom.
I walked through the pond
Shallow water swirled against my ankles.
The water that lay below splashed
With every step I took.
Every drop was something I left behind,
Something to say goodbye,
Every tear I bared.
The familiar path I once knew,
Was now the mystery of the new beginning.
May 24, 2015
May 24, 2015 at 10:56 PM UTC
The sound of rain like whispers in my ears,
The soft sweet sound of the pitter-patter.
Although it may be silence that I hear,
I find that it truly does not matter.
Like a million lights of an endless dream.
The past I see was only meant to be,
Washed away by rain, revealing a seam.
An abyss that was only meant for me.
But I will not stare at this endless rain.
Nor will I find the thing for which I came.
This endless dream I may never attain,
For this my life, will never be the same.
It is here now that I see the past.
Like whispers of rain that may never last.
Apr 1, 2015
Apr 1, 2015 at 8:23 PM UTC
Whispers of wind of what had once been there,
Curling through the melody of a lyre.
Sways through trees with the leaves in the air.
A crack in the ground is simply a tear
Where earth, in defeat, has begun to tire.
Whispers of wind of what had once been there.
Searching across a land that will lay bare.
A desolate wasteland where rain is dire.
Sways through trees with the leaves in the air.
A sea that turned to stone and dust. Once there
Were bronze skies, cities of crystal spires,
Whispers of wind of what had once been there.
An endless, beautiful sight. "I once cared".
Swirling image of dust through the empire,
Sways through trees with the leaves in the air.
The world was once fair, a girl had lived there,
With the sight of the world, before the fire.
Whispers of wind of what had once been there,
Sways through trees with the leaves in the air.
Apr 1, 2015
Apr 1, 2015 at 7:56 PM UTC