Slow this heart,
It's pulse due in time,
Unhook the veins that pump this life,
not as to end it,
but to pause the clock from ticking.
The world begins to pace,
The animation goes page by page,
until they are revealed,
no longer a flowing river of occurrence.
Perhaps then I'll have captured you,
Oh elusive one,
Lord of time.
I need more,
as to better understand this heart of mine.
Why it coils in knotts,
Or fails to fall,
Why it gets attached when it should not.
For my heart has it's own mind.
Let me understand it as if it were my own,
give me the time to do so,
and slow my breathing,
the world's extension,
so that I may finally grasp that,
which no one may.

A being was born,
Cast in emotion,
The iron that molded her.
Embedded with jewels,
Feelings of every fragment.
But this grandeur didn't suffice.
She pleaded with the muses,
Begging for a way to share her talent.
And so they armed her,
An arsenal of words at her command,
Formed to relay thoughts and feelings.
She spoke until her mouth ran dry,
And her inspiration low.
Once more she came before her muses,
Hoping for a medium other than her voice.
For words do not last and can be easily forgotten.
Again they complied.
This time she was gifted paper and pens as to record her portrayals.
And so she went to work,
Writing and creating as the inspiration struck.
And the muses rejoiced,
For more began to take up pens and spread her gift beside her.

A field of crystals,
Obstructed by light,
Pouring from the wheat.
Shining bright blue,
Particles floating,
Dancing through the air.
Summer mist,
Swaying in sweeping winds.
Here I sit,
And wait.

My Sky,
You fell to the ground,
The clouds rained to Earth,
Sunlight poured out
Until
            Only
                        Darkness
     ­                                         Remained.

My Sky,
You fell to the ground,
And though the puddles belong there,
I find myself scooping them up,
And desperately throwing handfuls,
As if to pick you back up.
But My attempts only result in failure.

My Sky,
You fell to the ground,
But you are still charming,
Still lovable.
Yet I find a knife in my side,
Telling my heart to die.

My Sky,
You fell to the ground,
But that does not mean I need to follow.
Maybe I could become the sky for another one day?

You are sparkling darkness,
shining in hopelessness,
shivering flames,
a flicker of longing.

Her house reeks,
It smells of smoke and disappointment,
The potent fragrance of instability,
And broken families.
She breathes in the fumes,
And exhales the wispy threads of anguish,
As if she gets her high from my misery.
Her stench of lies unending,
Broken promises,
And Abusive love.
My nose screams to leave,
But my shaking body knows I must stay.
I become encased in this smoke,
Reeking of her false pride,
Entailing my worst fear;
The smells of smoke transfers to me,
As I fear her future will.
Finally home,
Cleansed in the shower,
Safe and sound.