tell the incessant worms: stop.
tell them to cease draining their oceans from these eyes,
these eyes of dying forests in the dawn.
take their hope of seeing me on my knees.
the green is just behind your eyes.
my eyes scan the curvature of the earth behind me,
my throat rumbles,
my lips form words in just whispers:
won't you tell me where you're hiding,
Past?
Mar 7, 2011
Mar 7, 2011 at 8:48 PM UTC
ask yourself:
who am i now?
you've become like the rest of them,
you've become what you've spoken against,
you've become what hurts me the most.
you're just wasting my time
by playing these games,
or whatever they are.
you tried to turn the tables,
but ended up just turning them over.
you stopped,
and i kept going.
what can i do with you?
I guess the only thing i can do is
nothing.
the same old thing we've been doing to each other
since that day you fell for me,
the same day i put up those walls and said,
no sir.
Mar 7, 2011
Mar 7, 2011 at 8:36 PM UTC
we are deep
deep into this world
we are little spirits
running around
causing mischief
the elders will get mad
we are trying new things
anything
everything
we are not going forward in time
we aren't going anywhere
these spirits
are stuck in this little dream world
we are dreamers
this is the 4th dimension
we are happy
the 4th mind is the dimension
we are happy
we are how it began
we'll always feel this way
because nothing can change in this expanse
never ending the possibilities
the turquoise tiles with various shapes cut out of them
will be arranged in never ending rows
each one with infinite stories
but ours stand out
like a sore memory
the ever flashing light
that never stops flashing
like our love
it does not cease
they assemble
they are the sun
but ours are at the middle
they power our happiness
for they are memories
the grass is neon pink
the sky is green
there we are
on the top of that water slide of emotions
we conquered those emotions
pressed
tightly
the spirits protect one another from the wind
that i love so
for it reminds me of this
we need to find these spirits
and become them
only them
they will always be there
waiting...
Mar 7, 2011
Mar 7, 2011 at 8:28 PM UTC
Already,
a chapter
in a dusty, untouched book,
distant behind an alluring silk ribbon bookmark,
with transitioning colors.
In the mind’s eye,
you’re the arduous stone
upon this never ending,
ever changing path to the Sublime,
that I stumbled over
and scrutinized for a brief,
abruptly ending moment.
Looking back down these Tracks,
which incessantly shift forward
beneath my feet,
a mean looking fog,
catches the eye,
about right where you were
last seen standing.
some might question
from where about did this fog arrive?
Was it from the patterns of sounds,
that magically made me think of you?
Was it from the air,
which pierced through the very flesh
of the hand scraping these feelings onto paper?
No, that is not where it’s from.
That is not where it is from, at all.
My very own being tells me that
it’s from the constant shaking and tensing of my nerves,
the sweat upon my brow,
that I felt every time our hearts
were forced nearer and nearer to
each other.
This fear secretly held a gun to my head
and told me
“take a Right at the fork in the road”.
Turns out,
fear convinced you
take a Left.
The end.
Mar 7, 2011
Mar 7, 2011 at 8:28 PM UTC
Not everyone travels at the speed of light,
Some travel simply at the speed of sound.
I've lost the will to risk this happening again.
I don't care what you're thinking,
If you don't care what i'm thinking.
I don't care what you think this is,
Because I think this is over.
There are so many people out there,
That would be lucky to have me.
That's what he said.
And I trust him a hell of a lot more than I trust you.
I turn,
It's all a blur.
You're a blur.
Feb 14, 2011
Feb 14, 2011 at 7:06 AM UTC
Gone roundtrip to the end of the sky.
I must return to myself...
Failure in faith of the fact
that our two worlds will combine in this way come four weeks.
However,
If you choose to remain in this heaven with me,
I'll be over joyed.
I like you.
However,
A world without these moods changing like my crazy world,
Would indeed be a relief.
The sneaking sneaking in the barely substantial shadows,
The uncertainty.
I am meant to be in solitude.
I don't know if you're done with me or not,
That's the median in the road.
We've reached our limits I fear.
But I still think I can love you.
The fear of boredom is constantly in combat with that thought.
I truly tried just to make you happy.
That's all I want.
Part of me yearns to admit you're infatuated with me.
I'd say you're perfect for me,
but that phrase is overused.
People say that about someone who is leaving them.
If they're leaving,
how are they perfect for you?
I'd say it's me, not you,
But I don't even know.
I'd say I'll see you in four weeks,
but who knows.
You'll probably find someone else.
I'm going back to the way it's supposed to be.
Come with me, I implore of you.
I'd say please don't leave me.
But I know nothing can prevent that.
I won't shed a tear,
I'm a ******* robot.
I'll be over and beyond you.
I'll push out those thoughts.
Pull out the shrapnel of our feelings for each other.
But it will be a shame.
Because you sure are the ****** closest thing to perfect for me.
I will definitely miss you.
Don't get me wrong,
I never fell for you.
No, sir, I didn't.
I was always hesitant about you.
Past experiences provided the rope
that kept me out of that endless pit
Of insanity
Well,
I guess this is it.
Return the deeds to myself.
We had our fun.
I'll take these memories to the grave.
If your intentions are not what I thought,
I'll always be here.
I hope you understand...
Feb 2, 2011
Feb 2, 2011 at 10:57 AM UTC
Yes, I think we're losing it.
Theres nothing I can do…
And it's not that you found someone else,
Obviously we're just losing it.
I'll continue to try,
and I want it.
But I can accept it perfectly fine.
I really don't want you to hurt…
and I think i'm doing just that.
I remember that time,
when he said we were done.
I blocked my sorrow out.
And i'm already over it.
Finally found the secret to getting over these kind of things…
This is too much stress for me.
But I've been making the sacrifice.
I know it's not me.
I want it more than you can understand.
And I love you more than you'll ever know.
But letting this go might be necessary…
And I know I'll regret saying this.
I know myself so well…
And I know you.
Because you're just like me.
How does that song go?
The one about Patience?
I'm going to be patient.
Remember how we kissed?
I think you genuinely care about me
but it just seems to be collapsing.
My plan,
my own person in your eyes,
I'm running out of things to say.
But you are the closest thing to love that i've ever found…
Everything happens for a reason.
Please stay with me.
However,
I won't push it.
Jan 17, 2011
Jan 17, 2011 at 6:55 AM UTC
the bright light it's robbing me from my sanity.
prepared for the end of that rope.
sun, linger close to earth once more.
it yearns for the tickle of your rays,
lingering upon its surface.
it's so cold.
never leave me as the sun does...
continuation remains unclear.
terror coats my every thought.
heart beating as fast as my love grows for you.
instinct,
pushing against it, as if it were trying to slow it.
instinct, eternally victorious.
my ignorance puts up a steel wall against it,
hurting myself.
trust is absent.
please don't surround us.
with those bars of trust,
that will allow you to so easily break me.
fear of you leaving grips my heart
with it's icy claws, and it's perpetual stare,
warning me:
don't fall for him
it's telling me.
my little bit of reassurance
grasps all it can with it's minuscule grip.
i'm barely breathing.
just let me go home…
put my whole future for grabs
just to stare into those eyes once again
before someone takes them from me.
those eyes,
the only gateway past the facade.
i see you.
i just hope
you'll stay lonely long enough
for me to come home.
i shouldn't need to tell you
that it'll be worth it.
if i do,
i can forget about you in an instant
i tell myself
Jan 13, 2011
Jan 13, 2011 at 3:43 AM UTC
I'm ******* terrified.
Paranoia.
Constantly buzzing in my ear.
I cover my face
Lying, telling
myself it's not there.
If I can't see it,
it can't see me, right?
Please.
Don't hurt me.
Don't take from me my only source of sanity.
Looking back,
I can't go through that cycle again.
All of my scars.
I don't see a place for another one.
Hesitance,
takes on an everlasting duel with my instinct
of taking a chance.
That small,
but intelligent,
part of me says, stop.
Run,
Hide,
while you still can.
Wait this one out.
But I'd have to hurt you.
I'd have to hurt you by hurting myself.
Either way i'm *******
Just for you.
I'll take this chance.
Might I be so bold,
as to say I might love you.
Jan 7, 2011
Jan 7, 2011 at 7:52 PM UTC
Nervous streaks
Pierce me straight through my very existence.
I'm in shatters.
Frightened.
The signs point to a good day.
This process,
No stranger to me,
Causes me and agonizing anticipation.
This process,
A known danger to me,
I can't let this slip.
In my thoughts,
These explosions are minuscule.
Calm down,
You jumpy cells
This might be alright.
Dec 28, 2010
Dec 28, 2010 at 5:55 AM UTC