Where does time go
when a minute passes by?
Some people would say
that it disperses into the sky,
and that it comes back
when again comes it's time.
But I disagree.
I don't think it's that way
Because is the 6 pm today
the same 6 pm from yesterday?
No matter the symbols,
all time is different.
But if it's not here with us now,
does the past even exist?
If every second that passes
ceases to exist,
then where is our proof
that it ever really did?
Every second is different
and even in one second,
everyone's second is different.
A second for one
feels like it could never end
while a second for another
feels like it couldn't go quicker.
You can hardly count a second
and be for sure.
So what is time?
Is time even real?
And if it is
then where does time go
when it ceases to exist?

You step out of your house
and begin to head north.
The sickest thoughts fill your head,
thoughts of pain, blood, and gore.
Your green eyes flicker left and right,
like the quick tongue of a viper.
Your hoodie sleeves are stained dark red
your convictions frantic and hyper.
Slowly and silently you walk,
the black night sky above
Your blood-stained knife hidden in your pocket;
you just can't get enough.
As you make your way down the street,
your shadow trails behind.
You **** joyfully and remorselessly,
causing death to what you find.
The wind is filled with the scent of death
Steam pumps out with every breath
Murdering your friends and family
you've lost all your humanity
Now only one accompanies you on your quest:
Your insoluble insanity.

There is love in my heart,
There is light in my eyes,
There is music in my ears,
There's an angel in the sky.
It opens up its arms,
And I'm hoping it is you,
But when I reach out to grab on,
I see it's nothing new.
You slip from my fingers
As I try to hold on,
I watch you run away,
And soon enough, you’re gone.
But no matter how far you run,
my love for you won't leave.
I could wait forever
Because you’re the one I need.
There is still love in my heart,
There is still light in my eyes,
One day you will come running back, and
My love, I won't disguise.

A nice little town
living on a clear lake
So calm and peaceful
with zero wake.
The autumn trees
are reflected by the sea
their bright orange and yellow
a sight to see.
But come out at night,
when the moon is bright and full
stare into the lake
when it is soft as wool.
Look into your eyes
with the moon above
watch your eyes turn
as white as doves.
See as the nice little town
and the large colorful trees
all fade away
‘till it's only the moon and sea.
The moon in the sky
begins to shrink
as into the lake,
you begin to sink.
The darkness gets deeper
the pressure gets heavier
You can't move.
You can't breathe.
You’re collapsing into eternal darkness.
Deeper.

Deeper.


Deeper.



Deeper.




Deeper.




U­ntil you are gone.

And the residents
of the nice little town
will wonder where you went.
Another traveler missing
a mystery never solved
with no witness
but the full, bright moon.

A web of lies
hidden evil spins.
A group of people
live within.
They could get out,
but they know
the real truth hurts
too much to show.
They know their life
is a lie,
but the painful truth
they will deny.
So they put it off
as long as they can
and try to paint on a happy face,
until sh-- hits the fan.
Until it all explodes
in front of their faces.
and the truth comes out
and they're forced to face it.
That they've been used.
That they've been abused.
That they've been poked at and tormented,
so they can be told they're dramatic,
when they finally blow a fuse.
That they've been defending
and standing for the one
who was lying right under their noses
for their own benefit.
And though they already knew,
when the truth comes out,
It.
Still.
Hurts.

A match strike
turns to a lantern glowing in the night.
It warms the cold of the dark,
within its small circle of light.
Its soft amber glow,
passes over shapeless objects,
gently tingling them to life.
They slowly open their eyes
and sleepily follow the light.
No one knows where it’s going,
but no one cares to fight.
It leads them to a window,
and blindly look outside,
into the pitch darkness,
of the starless night.
Footsteps--
A cold breath in the dark,
blows out the lanterns light.
They all drop lifelessly without a light to follow,
in the cold darkness of the day

I awake.
The heat was too much to bear,
in my unairconditioned room,
of our one-story house,
on that summer night.
I think of heading to the living room,
and camping out on the couch,
underneath the AC.
Still lying down,
I look at the foot of my bed
where the doorway remains five inches open.
And standing there,
is the silhouette,
of a small, skinny being.
Too tall to be my younger brothers,
too short to be anyone else.
Maybe it's the vacuum cleaner?
No.
I see that stationed behind it.
The silhouette peers in at me,
staying perfectly still.
I can't turn on the light,
to see what it really is,
because I can't stand up.
I can't move.
If it knows I'm awake,
it might **** me!
All I can do is lay there and stare back.
laying perfectly still.
I stare for what feels like hours,
until I decide to close my eyes for a bit.
I may have fallen asleep for a few short minutes,
I may not have.
But when I reopened my eyes about five minutes later,
and peeked down at my doorway,
It was gone.
I can see right through the spot where it used to be,
where the vacuum cleaner is,
and the vent.
So I stand up,
cautiously walk out my door,
into the living room,
Nothing.
It is nowhere to be found.
So I lay down,
under the AC on the couch,
in our one-story house,
on that summer night.