When it is light
their creeping eyes
won't stop peering
through cracked lenses
and narrowed pupils;
predatory.

Perhaps the dark
can offer kindness
in it's solitude.

If you have done a little breaking,
you have been a little broken.

Wall clock,
Tick-tock.
Slaves to all of time.
Fear,
Block.
Heart-drop;
Failure to comply.

Perhaps,
perhaps the question
is not of who we are in our minds
but instead
where we have wound up to be
with the passage of time-
and time--
ticking seconds,
the blinking of eyes-
multiplied by the capacity
of a would-be lived life-
Indeed,
it could also be a question of
when we will reach
that place, or the faces
where our ends will soon meet
with the path of a victim
to the realms infinite;
lost in time- losing grip-
no control of our minds, tell me-
*do you see what I see in
the blink of an eye?

Through insomniac nights
a fuzzy grey mouse and I
coexist under lamplight.

My sleeping routine,
it's far from a dream
but my buddy and me,
we feel free.

He stays in the shadows
Collecting little bites
of leftover dinner to eat.

He comes out at night
and scuttles in this light;
he's put his trust in me.

I honour my promises,
and mice have their rights
so I vow to tell nobody.

So when I can't sleep-
in secret we meet,
my fuzzy grey friend
and me.

I am in love with
the winter,
like I am in love
with you.

I am in love with
chills down my spine,
and I am in love with the cruel.

(My heart,
it stays open
only to be frozen,
but nevertheless,
I can breathe.)

I am in love with
the way the snow melts,
a chemical transfer of heat.

I am in love with
the way summer felt,
But winter is bitter, like me.

Is it really special
If he tells you your hair smells
like freshly picked strawberries?

Does it make you smile
When he compliments the dress
you bought from some vintage store
where they've got hundreds more?

Would you call it love
If you watched the same shows
and could talk endlessly about them
but there was nothing more?

I'd hate to burst your bubble,
but strawberry shampoo is global,
and that dress won't sell out in years,
and those shows will eventually get old.

Swimming pool,
water burning my eyes.
Thoughts of you
tickling my frail mind.

Bad moments are
weighing down the scales.
Tears are slowly leaking
out of these eyes.
I don't cry.

Today
I missed my morning coffee.
I wasn't prepared to be woken up so early.

I miss being so rich
that I didn't have to think.
I miss being right beside you
Instead of miles away.
Even after a year
I haven't gotten used to the feeling.
When everything
still makes me think of you
I don't know what to do.
This city might be pretty
But there's no place like the beach.
You might say you'd rather be here
But I think you'd feel
worse than I do.
To leave behind
everything you always knew.
To live a life of loneliness,
nostalgia and breathtaking landscapes.
The scales won't balance for you.
Words can walk the distance;
Walking takes its time.
Time is always against us
But we try to walk these miles.
We tried to leave this behind
But our minds refuse to disconnect.
I tried to write about something new-
It only works when I'm inspired.
I come across as happily confused
But inside this shell I'm slowly dying.
I try to forget
how wonderful it felt
to have once been
so alive.

My dearest friend,

My love for you
Does not come crashing
with the winds of the storm.

Nay, rather it comes
with all the funny things that you do,
all the silly pictures that you pose for,
all the sad letters and the cheesy lines
you spew from your arrogant mind.

I know that I should not be happy
when I recieve the sadness that you bleed, broken bottles full of need.

But I cannot help loving you
for all that you are.
I adore the poetry.
I also adore you.

I hope we can talk soon, really talk, just the two of us in our fragile pocket of this universe. Just me. Just you.
Reply soon.

Sincerely, me

Here I am a thousand miles away
Writing you letters I burn every day
Dreaming about the words you don't say
Waiting it out until moments too late.

The bright, white, fluorescent lights could be electricity's eyes.

They blink at me when I let go of sleep and watch me when I'm incredibly weak, when I'm just too tired to speak.

Sometimes I think the sun should be shining a quarter past midnight for us sad, dark souls still alive.

Sometimes the sun sets expectations the moon cannot reach, so the sun fools it into thinking it's got some light inside.

I don't like the sun. I don't like what I've become. I think it's easier to rest my tired eyes at sunrise.

Thought #1:
We all got together, the 12 of us.
We sat in a circle and remembered
the old days, the good days;
the only days.
We talked, we laughed, we cried.
We came back to life.

Thought #2:
We all got together, the 12 of us.
One of us left when it became a little too much, and locked herself in a room alone. I don't know what you guys found so funny. I wanted to know, and I didn't want to.

Thought #3:
We all got together, the 12 of us.
The circle was a gaping black hole,
or maybe my vision was blurring.
I left when the tears threatened to spill.
You followed me.

1:26 A.M

Thought 4:
It wasn't a circle, it was an oval.
They weren't happy, they were delirious.

Thought 5:**
You followed me.
I was sitting by the window.
You stood there and watched me paint pictures on the glass.

Thought 6:
I went back to the circle.
Everybody was gone.
I sat alone in the middle of the room.

Thought 7:
Everybody was gone.
You returned.
We watched The Book Of Life.
We cried.

1:28 A.M

Thought 8:
We all got together, the 12 of us.
We all sat in an oval and
remembered the only days.
We talked, we laughed, we cried.  
For once, we all felt alive.

Thought 9:
We all got together, the 12 of us.
We were strangers.
We smiled and talked about life.
We laughed over silly jokes.
We ate pizza.
We said our goodbyes.

1:29 A.M

Thought #10:
We never got together, the 12 of us.
We forgot about each other.
We left all of it behind.
We focused on our new lives.

1:30 A.M
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Adj; Not affected by the passage of time or changes in fashion*.

It could mean larger than time.
It could mean out of time.
It could mean in no time whatsoever.
It could mean less time.
It could mean a place where time doesn't exist or
A feeling where time isn't concerned or
A person who doesn't obey the laws of time with how they live their life.
Metaphorically, something timeless is something that remains unchanged with time; time doesn't concern it; time means nothing regarding that 'thing'.
Logically, something timeless is something that doesn't take time. It's impossible but the word still exists (?).
Emotionally, you could say an emotion felt strongly is timeless.
All I know is that this word ****** me off.
Maybe I'm a little too logical.
Face it, people.
Her smile isn't timeless, time has destroyed her innocence.
His poetry isn't timeless, it'll be forgotten one day, just not today. It'll become outdated.
Their love isn't timeless, because when they end, it will too. And everyone feels moments of absolutely nothing, right? (Maybe just the insane)
However I believe
There is one timeless thing in this time-controlled world;
Time.

...I lose control.

Like a volcanoe that's centuries old,
I unexpectedly blow.
The only thing my spitting rage does
is singe your ironed clothes.
I fight not to cry,
*it gets annoying sometimes.
I can't stop my body from beginning to shake with rage;
though my inability to cope seems more like an e a r t h q u a k e
I choke on my comeback,
like there's this thing stuck in my throat, holding me back.
I don't know why I can't just puke a rainbow of colourful vocabulary on your boiling head.
How immature,
let me rephrase my poor attempt at a metaphor.
While my love & hatred continue to co-exist,
you can enjoy my silence; your bliss.