50 years from now, I will be living with my soulmate, who isn't you. You'll be standing there, with your mouth open, gaping at my picture perfect life.
50 years from now, I will in love with someone who is real, who isn't you. I hope I crushed your heart, like you did with mine. I opened up to you, hoping you'll save me. But, you didn't. You sunk me.

50 years from now, I'll be trying to forget you. I smash you out of my life, like you did to me. But, I'll never forgot, like I want to do. I'll drop out of your mind like a stone, but you'll stay in mine.

I just hope you'll be okay. No smoking or drinking. Just stay safe. That's my wish

We'll both forgot the breeze/Most of the time/So it is -Damien Rice (Blower's Daughter)

the angel was turned to stone
long, long ago
i see the fear on his face
reaching out to me

his stone hand
is wrapped around my wrist
i feel the regrets, the shame
his lover cries
from the stormy clouds
above his resting place

the stone angel
is coming back
isn't coming back

My raw feelings sing
Out in harmony yet I
Ignore them to live.

I think and I think
Pondering slightly under
The dark moonlight sky.

The Clouds whisper small words to me, scared to try. The Sky screams and flails, to angry to think. The Boat simply lays there and watches the scene of the clouds and the sky roll onto each other. Again and again they fight, Anger and Terror throws punches.

Yet the Boat* simply sits and watches.

for seven hours a day
  i am told how to think
  i am told how to speak
i am so done with the drama
with the people
with the secrets
  so i guess
  you should go on without me
or something among the lines of that
  so i left the building
  the people
  the ideas
  the thoughts
  the speech
far behind
so i guess this is
*Goodbye

I cry and I cry
You yell and you yell
"Not good enough!!" You shout. "You could do better!"
I cry and I cry. "I'm sorry!"
White papers fly around the room. Pages filled with various marks, but my eyes are glued to one letter.

*F.

Call out! He says
I say, What do I say?
The man disappears.
I see echos of footprints, I hear the echo of words.
There's nothing left. I sit down on dirt, a tear falling.
Sighing, I turn back. A man runs through the halls.
'We, a great wind, sweeping over us all.' He cries.
I nodded, and join the chant. Soon all of London is screaming the pass of words.
I smile, and turn off into the mist. *My job here is done.

sometimes I wonder
    why I can do it
so dress me up,
    my dear man
paint on my smile
    draw my dress
I guess tomorrow won't matter
    if you keep drawing my dress
    if you keep painting my smile

you can cover me
    with your sorrows
I'll soak them up
    with my cloth
so everything goes away
    hopefully I'll make everything
disappear into the cloth I own
    so maybe we can be happy
if I hope and dream hard enough

Life is sweet.
Life is bitter.
Don't let it pass by in a blink,
Otherwise you won't taste the sweetness if has to offer.

See this little spot?
It's mine.
It's blue, purple, and green
All the colors so clear.
See this little spot?
It's mine.
It's freezing and boiling.
All so clear.
See this little spot?
It's mine.

Once they were unleashed
The brutal truth appeared

Scars formed on my body
As it was scratched and cut
Blood trickled out slowly
Mocking me

My eyes are misty
They followed the liquid
It continued as if it was a mere river

I am but human
Nothing more
Nothing less

You can hurt me
You can save me
It's all up to you

As your mind swirls
Remember what you did to me

The echos you brought
       They keep me from dying
The echos you brought
      They keep me breathing


That small, tiny thing
That has come for me
     It's keeping me on my feet
     It's the one thing I hold close to my heart
Because everything I let in,
      It slowly kills my heart
      Till it lays in pieces unable to mend itself.

PONDERING
the CAPS
the WORDS
the SOMETIMES

PONDERING
the CAPS
the WORDS
the SOMETIMES

maybe. i ponder.
the caps with infill.
the words will slur
the sometimes will happen.

These past few months I've been writing
These past few months I've been singing
These past few months I've been sinning

Over the past year
I've danced
Lived
Loved

And that, my dear friends
Is all I can write.