My feelings, swirling about,


Interlocking, changing, altering;


Certainty forever distant.


I contemplate, wondering what they imply.


Yet, I am left to wonder,


What my feelings are telling me.

I sit here as hell unfolds,


Relentless power encapsulating me.


I cannot bare to watch it;


Yet, all I can do is sit here,


And watch from a useless angle.

Here I lie, my body still.


I stare at the ceiling above me, unmoving.


My eyes shift to you, lying next to me.


Your head resting upon my chest,


Our arms wrapped around each other.


You sleep soundly, your breath calm.


I stroke your head, your hair catching between my fingertips.


My lips delicately touch your head, my heart serene.


I have never felt so calm...



...And happy.

Monotony plagues me,

Parchment dulled with gray;

Alleviation claiming my wishes,

My grasp purporting uniformity.

Eyes desirous,

Heart adamant,

A vista emerges,

Rainbows leaking onto my paper.

You are....indescribable.

Your kindess knows no bounds.

Your beauty extends beyond anything of this world.

Your optimism and enthusaism are an inspiration to me.

Your loyality has never waned;

Your support has never ceased.

You always bring happiness to my heart.


You are beautiful.

You are wonderful.

You are amazing.



You are my everything.




Everything I ever wanted.

Oh, how Emmaline did write,
Her touch to the parchment;
How she thought it was a plight,
She forever a lent.

Plastered walls encompassing
As she avidly wrote.
White curtains to indite,
Details to she would gloat.

How she and they sat: cat and dog,
Hammers striking the strings.
Its tone creating a sound bog,
Words ones to ever sing.

Books stacked there effortlessly,
Beauty with a quote.
The animals, with ever chi,
Spied for an anecdote.

Yet, how literature was bent,
Her quilt now forsaken;
How they would forever relent:
They never awakened.

My feet steadfast upon the soil,

The ground stirs beneath me.

The translucent smoke levitates about,

Seclusion claiming the sublime mountains.

The wooden sovereigns retain indefinite poise,

Exuberant with gleaming white flowers.

Ants traverse the green bridge,

Their mouths opening a seal to new life.

Elegant leaves flutter in the wind,

Their entities obscuring the radiant sun.

An infinite stream flows;

A waterfall is calling to me.

Where have you gone, my sunshine, my light?


You disappeared, dissapated, gone.


I cannot see you; my sight is plagued with darkness.


I reach for you, yearning to feel your embrace.


I feel alone, desolated, vulnerable,


Without your comforting arms around me.


Life is incomplete without you in it.


My future is lit by your presence.


Please return to me.

I walk merrily,
  
My mind filled with glee.
  
I feel happy,

My cares frivlous and light.
  
My smile exuberat-no.

How could this...?

My mind.. there iS no serenitY...
  
I CAnnot calm myself...whY Is this hAPPEning?

I FeeL cold.

Why AM I so WEak?
  
Nothing can ca-WHERE IS SHE THE WALLS ARE BLEEDING

I stood lone in the darkness, omitted from you.


You stood there, your beauty radiant, your eyes glimmering.


Through all of my desire, I could not reach you.


You seemed so unreachable, beyond my grasp.


I desired your company, your touch, your presence.


I risked my innocence, my sanctity, my inner peace,


I risked it all for the minuscule chance that I could see you,


Hug you, kiss you, embrace you to no end.


As doubtful as it seemed, you did not abhor my desires.


You took them, and magnified them with your own.


I found you, and you accepted me.


I have found true contentment.


I have found


True happiness.

Here I stumble

Atop this tower,

Abyssal ground below.

The infinity of sovereigns

Slowly crumbling about me,

Victims plunging towards eternity.

My eyes lay gaze upon my earth,

Its certainty clouded.

Will I descend?

My soul is restless, uncomforted.


My mind is troubled, agitated.


My body is weary, fatigued.


I am overwhelmed by reality, its stresses excruciating.


Yet, as I cringe at life, there you are.


Lying with me, in my arms.


My soul is invigorated, my mind calmed, my body revived.


Your very presence alleviates my troubles, bringing happiness to my heart.


You have transformed my life into something amazing.


Something...


...truly worth living.

The archaic, dusty hand moves steadily,

Moving upon each slot eloquently, yet,

Uncaring.

Each tick, every second.

Gone.

Gone.

Gone.

I feel the emptiness, the absence,

The lack of substance.

My light, it stands before me,

No, it has gone.

Time has stolen it from me,

Taken it from my grasp.

Gone.

Why did it have to go?

I ache, I long for it.

Please, return it to me.

I wish to hold it, savor it, adore it.

Give me more time.

It's never long enough.

Never.


Unless eternity.