Look at me
I have a dream
to see the stars
and hear the trees

Look at me
I'm so naive
to be this far
yet not retrieve

Look at me
I'm in tears;
pain too much
for ****** ears.

Look at me
my spotlight gone
from my heart
another dawn.

I watch the clock tick my life into ruin
I look on as it laughs at my cowardice
Knowing it will be here eternally
Time that is limited
Yet I wait
Pondering relentlessly about you

When you give your paralyzing stare of kindness, I am again halted
But I find my courage(in a flask)
To meet you away from everyone else
I should have said those words forbidden by him
But his discipline put me in shackles
You won’t like what I do though it won’t happen again
As I press my lips against yours
There’s no resistance
There’s true love
But I feel eyes of pure crimson hate behind me
The eyes of him
My father
And Now time is no longer in my favor

We are not being foolish when we decide
that our life
is not worth living.
We should not be treated as if we didn't know what we were doing.
A choice is made that does not ignore the possibilities of what could happen.
So when we need help,
we only ask that we are treated
as a person that made that decision.

Rather than someone who does not know what is best for them.

A memory of a memory.

It's skin has dissipated.

It's been peeled back to a naked emotion.

My face goes red.

It lives on...

Why...

When I was young and she was young we would always play
Hide and go seek and look out for me
Whatever would pass the day

When I was a boy and she was a girl we never did well in school
The teachers would scold but we were too bold
to not play the part of the fool

When I was older and so was she we shared our first true kiss
A fearless midnight under the moonlight
Both caught up in our bliss

We she was my love and I was her love we both died a little
And with that done I started to cry
For I knew my feelings were brittle

But when she wanted to sing I wanted our son
I cried and told her no
But said it had already been done.

Perched in a tall nest.
Let's look at those at rest.
After the sunlight's haze
A sly clarity stays

A beautiful blue rose
unacknowledged to those
who seen in black in white

We were as radiant as the moon that shined in our eyes
Because we were back to those days laughing in its light
A nameless, hopeless choir reminiscent of the moments of adagio
The ceaseless winds that we transcribed into a language all could understand
Never knowing we were writing nocturnes of our own beauty
But it brought me to that moment when the moon failed to shine
That’s when the chorus began.
To remind of the grave, and the lost
The accelerando of the sun
To beat down our fatuous darkness
The bluest skies
To block out the romantic music that had given me my soul
Yet stole yours
As I eagerly watch the sun set it’s greedy gold body down the horizon I hear a cadence
But it’s sly and deceptive
Now the sun rising as if the night had passed my love
Stealing or shielding me from that reprise
To live in this purgatory of repeats.

"Even our most unique thoughts are those of others"
- someone else probably

A loving, Caring, little boy.
Tossed around as if just a toy,
with bruises hidden from their sight.
The nervous manner caused by fright.
who did not even know his plight.
A laugh of pain through endless nights.
this hatred building up to spite.
attempts to cause a final fight
though, knives don't usually bring us joy
This time he told a clever ploy.