Boy,
don't move too fast.
Take it all in.
You're forgetting the real reason to be alive.

When the dry bones of reason are laid down to rest and the madness of truth was wasted on the upcoming treasure of youth,
and where the shallow graves be is where we once played,
Time,is
now stayed in the freeze of the clock,the look of shock that you gave is also now in the grave,but
we live in the sunlight and splash in the rays,paddle in the moonbeams and dance through the days in the semibreve of believing when the grieving is done,there's a brief (but) transition and we're back in the sun.

Forever we are tied to this side of the mist,here and yet missed by those over there where cares are worn heavy like an overcoat skin and the minutes tick thinly and like ticks burrow in.
We are one and the same as if two ends of a skipping rope game,twirling and hopping,stopping and whirling and at one point we shall meet,
laughing in joy as we greet
and where the dry bones of reason step lightly upon each passing season to give us that reason to be,
so shall we
step light on the memory and
light the long road of history as we
step lightly away from the crowd.

My head is lacking
the capacity to think
in straight lines and squares.

It's late At night
I don't feel alright
It's like he is here beside me
I don't know how that could be

I thought I had so long
I guess I was really wrong
With his skeleton hands
His Flaming head band

Hello death my old friend
You said you'd greet me at the end
Why so soon?
Was I such a goon?

I finally see your soulless eyes
You look at me with despise
I see how you eternally cry
When each soul must say good bye

Life was overrated
But death is poorly stated
I don't see a heaven
I don't see a hell
Might want to wish me well.

I see those who passed
Those who didn't last
Those for who I cared
Those who feelings i had shared

the last of the living
The last of the thinking
The last of the being

Because that's what we are
we are the last

She is five-foot-three,
with an odd crop of brown hair
and a catlike grin
that forces her to smile when she doesn't want to.

She is fourteen (fifteen in thirty-seven- no, thirty-six days),
and makes me think that age might really be
just a number,
because she carries herself
with all the wisdom and remorse
of someone much older than me.

She is perfect
in the most imperfect of ways,
and her dry humor and quirky attitude
can keep me smiling all day.

She is everything I never asked for,
but
She is everything I've ever wanted.

Sometimes, repressed memories flood back,
and I get swept away in the current.

Trauma has a way of repeating itself,
with current physical pain, my body reminisces.

Remembering, some of my closest sibling memories,
involved my actual back as a shield.

Huddled together, trembling in anticipation,
of that next forsaken crack of leather.

How the scars have faded away,
the pain still has a firm hold.

The instances stung, with those studded shards
encrusted into the belt.

Humans find ways to survive,
in any situation you adapt.

Tried to avoid the rage at all costs,
no complaining, no whining.

Sharing feelings was frowned upon,
Sympathy and empathy replaced by malice and anger.

Didn't matter what we did,
If there was drinking, there were beatings.

Hope long lost,
only a distant memory.

But the worst part was the constant fear,
the uncontrollable flinch, when someone went to pat you on the back.

Not just "good jobs", but all sorts of little things
had a nasty habit of dragging out these memories.

Fire drills, huddled over,
protecting what you could.

Brushing up against a chair,
pain receptors flaring.

Learning how to sleep,
without any pillows.

You don't need them,
your sister does.

Trying to explain being at the pool,
95 degree weather, long sleeves on.

Back against the wall in every room,
so no one could sneak up on you.

Scared of back massages, and the wrong press,
tissue still sensitive here, and completely numb there.

Afraid of thunderstorms,
just sound like cracks from the studded leather.

I imagine our first time
So real, so raw
Infatuation at its best
True love in the rarest form
Something new yet so familiar
I don't think I'd ever stop
The light of my life
The true beginning of it all
I had no purpose before I met you
Not until I had begun to fall
Beautiful face and stunning eyes
My life with you keeps me mesmerized
Every day, you leave me wanting more
These days I'm so much happier than before
How could I ever repay you
Let you know how much you're worth
You're my inspiration
For you, I'd go to the ends of the earth
You awaken my spirit
And nurture my soul
I'm in love with you
And I hope you know