When silence becomes everything but
and friends walk in strangers' shoes,
time slows and yet moves
beyond mere comprehension,
should you be worried?
Maybe when confusion murders reason
and takes the crown to amazing applause from onlookers
and sightseers, which only leads to dreams
becoming reality, will you be worried.
Because without reason the dreams never were,
they simply are
- nightmares.
Insanity starts to make sense
and one brown eyed girl cries
tears of compassion for what
will never be the same again.

Poetic visions of heavenly moments captured in mental pictures as if by old-time cameras. 
Black and white bodies with silken skin and moon kissed hair touch the stars to invoke
color flavored scents of passion and whispered promises. 
Only glimpses of things to come. 
Only possibilities sprinkle the vast landscape of open minds and tease the back of the eyes 
where dreams play on wide screens like drive in movies. 
Extinct now, except where it counts. 
Rarity causes sweet sensations across the tongue that hints at juicy strawberries eaten on sweltering summer afternoons. 
Perhaps watermelon passed across the fullness of lips swollen from kisses.
Endless roads mimic endless desires and dreams. 
The scenery constantly changes and sleep is something vile.
A cruel optical illusion no less tangible than aged lace found in an abandoned attic.
A heart slumbers amidst the sands of the desert-like rib cage, rearing it's head to roar for it's mate unexpectedly and frighteningly loud.
Impossible to ignore for very long.
Placate the beast with promises of more sleep, more dreams, more voices, more silent movie moments of words spoken with veiled glances and feather light caresses.
Promise to acknowledge what it already knows as truth and to stop dancing in shadows of fear and safety.

A simple stretch made uneasy with nerves at your back screaming
Silently at the window frame, your fingers splayed
Against a heart held bleeding
bandaged, don't remember offering
up this battered vessel in a covenant of beating
words against frozen ribs that lack understanding
of what's being asked
through lips not moving and eyes unblinking
A reflection of yourself through the glass
unflinching
with fingers splayed next to the door frame

Reality is a breath against the aperture of decisions

The sunlight deceives in this thoughtless wonder
bright rays that promise warmth are just for show
an illusion in the making and naught but cold

But imagine the warmth that the sun could bestow unto
violin beats that mimic the heart with strings that echo and
Light that dances behind shadows who bow with grace

Whispers in the timeless space that exists in between
one breath and the next that I hold behind pale lips
shiver not, feel not but warmth of promises yet to be made

Will you forever pretend to be unaware of the theft you commit
Sit
In a cement circle and look at what you have stolen
Are you sure of what you say each day with a breathless whisper
Listen
As your heart screams and your soul claws at the crumbling walls
Can you trust what your head tells you must be true
Breathe
In the frigid air as you throw your head back and gaze at the stars
Know for certain without a doubt that I can see them too
See
Into me please and believe when I tell you...

Question the resolution of ribs
to keep such a beating creature at bay
Muscles quiver, ready to run
Thoughts and confusions, curiosity
keep feet rooted, begging to stay
planted in unfamiliar soil

A tortuous cleansing of cluttered spaces
Organized voids open to collect dust
from the tumultuous whirlwind
of constant searching and hiding
A game to be played, we must
break the rules along with the board

A page torn from it’s binding I hold in clenched fists
Honor requests of silence and separation
From myself or everyone
It’s not me and I will remain who I am
I wrote the words in blood and I meant them
“Don’t give up on me” and I won’t, will never
years from now you will see me and I will hand over
the page that I hold, that I tore out, everything true
unconditional I spoke and you scoffed
A paradigm of miasma and good times
I am me and I will remain who I am
But I will learn and change that won’t change me
Quick witted and such a good kisser
You’ll read the words written on the crumpled paper
And I’ll have my happy ending

Shades of grey cover with whispered wantings,
becomes cool breezes that stirs every winter leaf of
almost barren trees sideways, ever so brief.
A flicker of color against cheeks brushed by lashes
and kissed with freckles of mumbled promises.
Moments stolen but ours to take them
Seasons past of futures glimpsed hanging on hope.
Perchance you hold empty offerings but upon inspection
of closer sighs you hold a vessel of sentiments which
beats with rhythmic precision that is immeasurable in worth.
Parry and ****** in a dance of breaths and winds that move
time beyond possibilities like clouds atop dreams.

Fear lives within me
It creates excuses
Do I even possess courage
Or am I mistaking it
for Stupidity
Impulsive to a point
Responsible to a downfall
A stick stuck in the mud
of righteousness oozing with
The Past
Am I afraid to fail?
or afraid to fall?

Broken dreams that aren’t broken
Just not coherent or linear
Alternate universes of flying feathers
And floating hearts a small token
We whisper against lips and foreheads
Of love and futures
But leave volumes unspoken
It’s okay because we have tomorrow
A thousand of them so we think
Until we are but awoken
Into another dream where we are awake
And live our lives hand in hand or not
Eyes closed or open, let that soak in.

Don’t let go easily of this
Healing hurts and the pain is a badge
Of honor or a scar of pride, who knows
Wrestle with the meaning of sad songs
And pick at the scabs
They shrink beyond your control and will
But disappear without any say from you
Just like when the music stops
Before you want it to
Everyone says 'move on'
But don't
If you're not ready to
Don’t leg go easily of this
It was worth it

For a moment I smiled
The happiness I felt
couldn't be withheld.
For a moment I forgot
what it was like
to be on this constant cliff
I call my temporary home

Temporary but I've put up posters
Don't worry, the unframed kind
with thumbtacks in each corner

I forgot what it felt like
to have tears always at the back
of my eyes, to always hurt
For a moment

For a moment there were no sharp corners
no new love for me to trip over
no dark phones shadowing my thoughts
no empty space for my monster to run free

I held my breath and smiled
Then laughed, the kind that makes
my stomach ache in a good way
and my cheeks sore and stiff

For a moment I was free of everything
and it felt warm, because I'm always cold.
Just for a moment.

Then I woke up.