A trek through a dark Arctic sky
Nothing in hand
But souls to guide our way
By chance I pass you by

Through the beautiful silky curtain
Of a myriad of colors
And for a few moments
The Sky glowed in the Aurora

And though it had been there
Where beauty and light covered
Still towards your eyes
Did my own gather

For precious moments
Blinding speeds became slow
The Aurora's wave halted
And time froze the falling of snow

The passing of still Time we share
Though not hand in hand
Or souls connected
Even if just through a stare

However we keep moving
To keep our journeys like before
We Broke Off The Aurora
And slippped into darkness once more..

I made a bet today.
If I came home
To a gloomy, empty house,
I'd say it's over and end it all.

But today was different.
I saw my father
Sat on the table
Eating his lunch.

He was never home early.
He spends the night here to sleep.
And the rest of the day at work.
Never had time to talk.

He called me over
"Son, let's eat."
With barely a smile
I take my seat.

He says "You're home early"
I nod and chew away.
A spoon or two later, he asks
"Tell me about your day."

It was lazy, the usual,
And spent alone like any other.
Is what I'd say
If I could be honest, father.

My father finished his meal
Gave me a pat on the head
And went back out to work.
"Goodbye son, stay safe okay?"

It was weird to me.
We barely ever talk.
But It felt warm for a second.
For second, then I brushed it off.

I thought I was alone again.
Time's about up, right?
But the bedroom door opens.
And out comes my sister.

She slept like a rock.
She woke up at noon!
But she's a grown up, older than me.
That's bound to change soon.

But like a child with a request,
She says "I wanna watch a movie!"
"You're old enough to do that yourself."
"But I can't decide which."

She says "Tell me what's new."
"The Greatest Showman?
You really wanted to see that."
Her sleepy face lit up, "Yes!"

So I play my copy of the movie.
And watched the logos fly.
The intro plays
The minutes passed by.

A young P. T. Barnum sang
My sister tries to catch the song.
So I sing alongside her to help.
And she got the chorus before long.

I swear, she's two years older.
But she's like a precious child.
She stared at the screen with glee
And a smile so wide.

I felt oddly warm to see her that way.
Like the smile was my doing.
"I like this movie!"
"I knew you would."

"It's weird though," she tells me.
"It's weird to see Wolverine singing"
She burts in a heap of laughter.
I couldn't help but feel warmer.

I came home with a bet today,
Like my life was on a coin toss.
But now I feel stupid.
I wouldn't miss out on this.

So maybe I'm depressed.
And maybe the world's a bit rough...
But days like these,
They'll keep me happy enough.

When you're done.
When you've grown tired.
When you've solved all your mysteries.
When you've sated your desires.
When you feel that it's enough.
And you've gotten all that you can get

Would you come visit me
And everything that you left?

The moon looms over the night sky
Peeking silently through the curtains of my window.
And although the hours pass
My eyelids are yet to grow heavy.

Desperate for rest, I reach for the depths of my mind.
I know! I shall count sheep.
An odd and childish choice.
But I shall count myself some sheep to sleep.

The herd gathered in my mind and ran for the fence
An endless stream of four legged clouds.
Each sheep jumped the fence
And I count them out aloud.

One sheep, Two sheep, Three sheep
The herd never grew thin
Four sheep, Five sheep, Six sheep
But I would not fall asleep.

There would be more than enough sheep to count
Maybe it would just last me ‘till morning.
I wanted to stop
But the sheep only kept coming.

So, I count my sheep aloud
While the night keeps passing.
The pasture filled with sheep
For the whole night I’ll be counting.

I arch my back and stretch to wake,
For the day calls to me once more.
Rubbing my eyes as I stare into blinding sunshine through the window.
And my dance begins.

As if the world claps along;
One foot after the other, going forward and back.
I gather my breath and seize the chance.
For the world is here to see me dance.

Like a spotlight, sunshine rains down
As I flow through its silky light.
The world is watching; I’m scared near to death.
But I smile for them; Yes, give the best I might.

The day was long and I begin to ache
Wondering if the dance soon comes to an end.
One foot after the other; And like rolling curtains,
The blue night takes the sky.

The dance halts, yet I think not to bow.
I feel a strange relief wash through me.
It wasn’t half bad; I go to rest and close the door.
Tomorrow I shall dance once more.

I've seen
better days.
I've been
in better states.
Days without
inner decay.
Held together
by better bindings
than fading
splintered sanity.
I feel
the painful disconnect
from you;
steering clear
of what was
once ours.


I've lived
and died
while still alive
and doomed
to walk
this earth
a dead man.

The machines turned to me
And locked with a piercing stare.
Its perfectly dead eyes
Lacking a sci-fi scarlet glare.

I can't find souls
Behind these curtains of steel.
Falling into this unblinking abyss.
And I don't know what to feel.

The eyes always give it away.
At least, that's what the movies say.
But in reality, they don't glow.
Is it ill intent? I wouldn't wait to know.

I ran the other direction
Hoping I wasn't followed,
That I'd find a corner to hide;
That I'd find a place to think.

I hear the footsteps getting closer
It's like they always know where I am.
They know what I think and what I fear.
Like they always see and always hear.

I've got nowhere to run and hide.
Is this where I die? I wouldn't know.
The evil robots,
They never had red eyes.

I'm not strong enough
to fight for my happiness.
But I try everyday;
I fight myself to feel okay.
But should fate one day decide
that I must lose the bout,
then perhaps
it would be my time to rest.
I think I deserve it, after all
I did try my best.
But for as long
as my breath fills my lung
and I can curl my fist
I will fight.
Then maybe, one day I'll win
the happiness I so wish.

Even if the darkness of the world

Turns your heart to stone

I'm here for you

You're never alone

Remember these words

Up here, I have no clue.
This shroud of white is like a fluffy blindfold
I’m free to imagine
And make do with what I have.

People tell me to come back down.
I’m becoming ignorant, it’s true.
Something I’d much prefer
Over having to think of you.

Down there, I see the blisters on my skin
The painful scrapes from where I ripped you away.
They sting and ache and bleed
Only getting worse every day.

The severity of my want of you
Emanating from every action I take
In constant fear and worry
That my words would bite back.

So, don’t you see?
I prefer it up here
With my head in the clouds;
Where I have nothing to fear.

What is the matter?
What is the  matter my dear?
Do you cry?
For thy weep falls into into my ear.

Thy clutch, stoppeth my strut.
Embraced around my body trembling.
Draped upon me, like heavy cloth
Your cry unceasing.

I look down our twined form
where our shadow cast upon your grasp.
lo, thy hand, burying a blade.
I let out neither shriek nor gasp

As you pour me to the floor,
in a blood smeared display.
Where my blood and your tears meet
where I for last moments lay.

Thy weeping figure leaned in
And I beckoned for a final reminder
For you, my dearest love
I'd forgive little sins such as ******....

There are no monsters
Underneath my bed.
But they exist in other places.
They exist in my head.

The monster that says
I should stay home today.
Why would you work hard,
But still be called lazy anyway?

Another monster that says
Love isn't real.
And if it was,
Then it's something I've yet to feel.

There's a monster that feasts
On my fears and insecurities.
And another that tears apart
Logic and rationality.

And in the darkest corner,
Bound in chains.
My biggest monster
And most terrible bane.

He whispers to me
At night and even when I'm awake.
He retells me every regret
And every deep mistake.

And some nights,
When he won't let me sleep.
He tries to pull my thoughts with him
Into the darkness deep.

To show me everything I hide
In the abyss of my mind.
Memories of happenings
And people unkind.

There are more monsters.
They never leave me be.
And I hope one way or another,
I can set myself free.

I sleep in dull gray dreams
And wake to nightmares.
Lost in the silence of night
And the morning's noisy blare.

So take me away, songbird
Take me away.
Somewhere far from reality.
Far from the fray.

The violent noises
This world makes me hear
Make me wish for silent days
And skies so clear.

So take me away, songbird
Further into fantasy.
Take me away with your voice.
Fill me with your ecstasy.

I sit here to mourn
The death of my heart
I gather the peices
And wonder where to start.

So take me away, songbird
From the death of my lover dear.
Take me with you, songbird.
There is no place left for me here.

Every route I take,
From school to home to leisure
Is sprinkled with your memories.
It’s frightening.

I can’t seem to escape
This kind of agony and despair.
Tracing the ghosts of our footsteps
And a life we used to share.

When I look at the memories
It’s like they stare right back.
Tearing off parts of my soul
In silent attacks.

And I make my way
Through empty days.
Starting to lose all care
For a life I ache to share.

In the morning rise, and evening slumber
We carry with us, pieces of each other
For when life gets rough, and days are long
We are reminded that in our hearts, we are loved and belong.

I keep my words
Hidden in my heart.
Wandering phrases,
pieces and parts.
That maybe one day
you'll come to hear
if some fateful day
the perfect chance appears.
So I'll keep close
And bide my time
for chances I get
to make you smile.
If not a longer while,
or even a moment from now
Never mind the wait
All I care is how.
How I might say these words
to wipe your sorrows and doubts
perhaps to show a heart
that for you I'd pull out.
Maybe to flatter,
maybe to give life.
Share in sympathy
or to hear during strife.

These words I keep
Though seldom expressed
Are from a grateful heart
That Your gentle soul caressed