In the stillness of the dark
I sit,
And outside my window
The night holds many possibilities.
People move within the shadows
Barely visible to the naked eye
Living shadow lives alongside my own.

Do we dream together?
And will love survive death?

I see you
In different times
Living different lives
And myself as a shadow
Living my own shadow life.

Just a candle in the dark,
Here I am all alone
trying to reason out the love
That you had, never shown
Tear drops in my eyes,
Remembering you, and your voice
I guess that’s all I can do now,
For I have, no other choice.


Just a candle in the dark,
But yet, shedding lights for them
Love’s in the air for everyone
But for me, it’s not the same.
Days do not pass
Without a thought of you,
And I always see you further
Even in my dreams too.


Just a candle in the dark,
Wonder how long would it be there?
I have lost all hopes now
There's not a tear I can spare.
I can’t hold on to memories
And linger on
and cling on to thoughts of the days
Long gone


Just a candle in the dark,
Keeps you awake for a while
It would just sparkle my day
If only for once I could see you smile


I presume it’s all pre-written,
A thing called fate
but I would still keep waiting
Until I am, but long gone dead,

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she gave me her nudes
she was bare
and naked
and so out
and open
and i willingly
accepted it
because it wasnt the nudes
that showed her body
the physical aspects
that made her beautiful
it was the words
she didnt choose
and the spontaneity
that left her
either from her lips
or her fingers
or ink

she was as bare
as her nudes
and i accepted
her for her.

Sometimes my vision starts to vibrate
Back and forth,
Like the firmament of reality
Is ripping apart into dreams
And I wonder if one day it'll go
All the way
And I'll just zoom off into some strange bruise of blue
And purple-black
Heart attack

Reading HR on the wall
Thinking how far we have to fall
Feeling the pleasant rush of air
Run across my free cheeks

And I keep blinking,
Thinking that if I just want a little more
Push a little more
Maybe the word will crack open the rains of fortune
And whisk me away like an egg

Grinding my fingers against the tree,
Trying to eat at the bark
Like a little ******
But not so wrong, honestly.

I find more often than not
When I oft retreat into enclosed thought,
Stepping stones across the pond
Of reality,
I dream of something that could never be.

Like a stone,
Crashing into a celestial dome
Only a fraction of an inch
And destroying wholly
All things that called it home.

Clawing deep at wormword
Blood on fingers, blood and hand
To fall ever softly toward the beautiful
******
To some perfect miracle.