Once more
I learn the same lesson
That brought me down
Several times before.

One step too far.
One step off line.
One step, all my fault.

One step
And I’m reluctant to return.

You can be the storm,
And destroy my world.
You can be the ashes,
Falling like stone.
There’s a world I own,
And a world you’ve flown.

You can be the feather
Of a flightful bird.
You can become the breeze
Of my heart’s summer.
A world that I’ll flower,
And a world you’ll enter.

How
Many
More
Words
Before
My
Denial
Turns
To
Realization?

There’s always someone
Who you’ll be able
To make smile.

So if you won’t believe in yourself,
Then believe in the me
That believes in you,
And your dreams can come true.

Beyond this ashen landscape,
And the sifting smoke,
Lie melodic rivers,
Glimmering;
in their chilled iridescence.

Blossoming orange clouds
In the morning’s shining sun,
The softly stagnant lake
Sleeps, a dormant source
For the singing streams.

The pages lie before me, still lined.
The night is stalking closer,
I don't need to mind.

A light lies beyond the wall;
A wall to block it's flares.
even in this darkness, I'll stand tall.

These pages have now turned blind,
it's too dark for them to see,
and no more are they lined.

Leave me and go,
so I can watch the gentle flow.
The words I've spoken
left my mind shattered; broken.

You said you'd come
and, yes, you came.
Now let my melodic drops of memory
silently evaporate, beyond the flame.

Am I afraid to fall?
Or am I just in fear
Of unavoidable pain?

Love is the only sport
Where I won’t land on my feet.

What if the things I say
End up as too much?
And that line
Was long since breached.

It’s something I will regret,
But a something I can’t take back.
If words were really that easy to take back,
Why are there still wars.

All I can do is apologize
And hope that this game
Wasn’t rigged from the start.

The path is trying
And the cliff is yet to come.
Some days I will rest
Under the scorching sun.
Some days I will climb
Sweating through the morning mist.

Those who start to hit the closest
Always seem to go
In the must abrupt manner,
And far too soon.

inside little droplets
of silent memories
lies the key
to a world
long since deaf
to the radiating color.

An incorrect output
to the anger built up over the day.
I wish I could apologize,
but the window just may
have already closed.

I should take back what I say
once in a while.

Cold and frozen
Inside a cage of my own.
There’s nobody out there to thaw me out,
Nobody to listen for my frostbitten shout.

Maybe I’m just a mannequin,
Singing lullabies and lies
Until my stifled cries
Reveal the real human inside.

Tiny drops of memories
Flow past our open minds
Bringing back the melancholy
Of a long forgotten childhood.

Maybe it wasn’t your fault
But I resented you for it.
Maybe you did come back
But you changed so much.

Among the silence
A voice shall call.
The delicate noise
Making earthquakes
In this songless forest.
A silence will follow,
And the silky song missed.

There was a time
That time was now.
Now is gone,
Only to replaced by then,
Along with countless regrets
That continue to plague.

As the feathers fall
I collect them in reams.
The songbirds play
In my greatest of dreams.
You’re always there, with me,
But when I awake
I remember it is never to be.

Who are you?
The person
who wrote these pages full?
You wear my name,
play my game,
but I don't remember
if you and I
are just the same lie.

The mime drowsily stumbles,
Now awakened from his dream.
All that’s left is the silky memory
Of his imagination’s devious scheme.

The silver sunset awaits his arrival,
So he gallops onwards into nightfall.

Inside chains,
Captive in icy walls.
A virus which protects,
And a cold heart
Sitting close to countless deaths.

Another subzero drop,
And my soul shall shatter as well.

If only you knew
That I am sorry.

In time,
Sparks will fall.
Flames will roar
Over the shimmering horizon.
A well-done sky,
No way to return,
But one way to cry.

Why should I speak,
If your flawless voice
resonates with the earth?
Why disrupt
The unparalleled song?
Your voice is the glassen sky,
To shatter the flow
Would surely be a crime.

As long as my heart keeps beating,
It will keep unrequitedly loving.

Swirling colors
And vibrating air,
Filling my world;
Shaking my spine.

The world has moved so much
And now I’m moving off a lifeline.

Now I fall.
The realm of ash awaits,
And I hit the ground with a flume.

Dear mom,

We have an unspoken promise;
Not to make sacrificial altars
In the basement.
I kept that promise this year.
That’s my gift.

Next year though...

As paper falls,
the wind is blown.
The life once held in this sole book
is now spread across the land,
free to follow the wind.

Remember,
You’re awesome.

Who you ask?

You! The person reading this.

Now don’t forget that!

Apparently
Eyes that I thought
Held no value
Are rather pretty
To others.

Trust is a two way handshake

When shall this fast world,
Stuck in a lasting stasis,
Start to move again?

Now that strings have been formed,
will they prove to hold like cables,
or is it another delusion?

How am I to awake on time
when my racing mind
keeps me up too late?

Why is my chest
feeling as it is?
my heart
cannot hold emotion,
but why does it act
as if it can feel?

Why do these voices
always get swept over my head?

And how was I so careless,
and open,
to a stranger?

And why are there so many questions
without answers?

Light clouds
softly dance
along this azure sky.

The wind
lies unseen,
unheard,
and unfelt
along these vernal days.

As much as I freeze
in her gusty presence,
I can't help
but miss the company.

the glimmering tides
glisten like December snow
in the faint moonlight

a short yet swift breeze
blows clouds of majestic surf
along salted rocks

the frigid air-strewn clouds
capture the faint radiance,
in each moonlit drop.

a thousand jellies
fly through soft luminescence
and for a moment

time is paralyzed

As the small child
awoke upon the creaking beams,
he was careful not to move
and cause unrest
to his clueless flatmates.

Each ginger step
taken with the care of a cat
moved the boy in ease,
and in an undisturbed silence.

out the open window
he flew, a silent squirrel,
and landed, a drop of hail.

The boy knew his path,
tracing it without fail.

The destination stood ahead,
and the boy dawned his hood.

A twenty foot wall,
reaching into the sky.
An unscaleable surface
but the boy knew how to try.

The bound of a panther,
and the leap of a squirrel.
The flight of an arrow,
and the end of the sparrow.

There once was a flame
that burnt all that came.

In it's charred wake
was left a world to take
full of renewed life
and eternal grace.

This unyielding force
never meant to ****;
it meant to rebuild,
and rebuild it did.

A cold wind
Greets my toes,
And the setting sun
Waves an orange goodbye.

Yet the moon
Has never felt so far away,
And the stars dim
From this distance.

I almost forgot
To write one.

Who’s ever even heard
Of a one day streak?

Nobody.

Because there’s a more common phrase
For this phenomenon:
Lack of commitment.

How many days
Will I be able to do this
Without failing?

And how long
Will it take
To dust off the old books
Lying on my mind’s shelves?

Maybe the ghost
Will come to my door
And he too,
Will become a thief
And steal my life away.

How many more
Nights
Will I spend
Alone?

And how much is left
To balance out
These nights spent solo?

At night I sit and stare,
wandering through my empty mind.
Every somber path I take
will always merge back to one,
and I'll arrive yet again
at the same old question;
when will the spirits of those I hurt
stop haunting my fruitless thoughts?

Tripping in the doorway,
Falling through the frame.
The beyond now lies before me,
Without heart, soul, or name.

Wide and vast,
A world has stood.
Lucky to be
Unparalleled
In the eyes of man.
Gracious fields of grass, and
Indefinably blue seas rule.

A planet made for all.

On a level field
You are now so close...
Yet so far.

How can I show you the world
When I’m trapped,
Within this limited space?

Following the flow
Of the common track
The boy begins crack.
With eyes succinctly averted
And attention neglected,
fissures begin to grow.

A shout
A sprint
A line
Ran through.
A life
Forgotten.

A life
Renewed.

The spectrum brings
Colors and light
Shrouding those blessed
With fathomable delight.

Time passes as it will
And eventually the spectrum
Will have had it’s fill.

The colors will soon
Turn their back,
And my spectrum
Will fade to black

An endless window sits before me
The ebon gleam
Entices my forest green...

Contact starts with eyes
But what contact is left
In this empty planet.

A world to repair
And a wrench in your hands.
The rusted bolt of despair
Has long since plagued these lands

Where are the birds that flew;
Through the sky, in pairs of two.
Where are the trees that grew;
With leaves and sap that stuck like glue.
The golden world’s in your hands too,
Why not make this gray sky blue?
Show us the world that’s true,
Bring out your natural hue.

Bring out our natural hue.