the most hurt
comes from the people that don't understand you

and most problems
come from the people that do

The night swiftly wafts through the window,
the darkness, opaque, though everything is there,
the soft glow of moonbeams from the heavens,
the clock ticking it's undying sound,
me in my bed pondering life's wonders,
the moon drifting each and every night.
Soon I am gone, everything is gone,
The Moon moves steadily on

Hearts are like Doors,
Once they are opened,
they can never close.

Essence below which I lay
on slowly drifting clouds
of stardust, waiting in hope
for my eclipse to pass me by
as you twinkle far above
plastered on my celestial ceiling,
wanting each and every night
to last forever...

If people started liking the
Journey

Better than the
Destination

Life would be a lot more enjoyable.

Forgotten bottle sits upon
chilled coster so long ago
in a couple of hours
Radio still plays hits
circulating through a long-dead heart
VIII, so it seems.
Key clicks,
five soldiers fall
into pre-drilled foxholes,
letting their guard down for only a second
to long,
just like any day though not
so much
head wrapped in a cocoon
never opening
to let the butterfly emerge,
more like suffocating it.
The very thing bringing new life
dies
Hoping for a new day of sunshine and rain
and telling my left from my right


...

wait,
foot or hand?

...

The future as your tomorrow
yesterday's future today
But do not let today
become tomorrow's yesterday
(keep it today tomorrow)

A trigger, gleaming in the black light
Pulled, for the sake of many,
though, not for all
Something clicked inside,
lost in the fire of arms
A sound of silence.
Explosions rock the field
my eyes lock with the hunt,
my bullet flying straight and true
nothing touches as it flies,
His eyes flit to mine,
blood drenched shirt;
shining scarlet.

He falls.

His thoughts cutting a deep trench in my mind
children...family...love.....
all lost in the sound of silence
His body lies forgotten
lingering like the falling smoke
to be brushed away to the sky

My gun still cocked,
safety still down.
A needle, trailing a thread
stringing up the souls of the dead.
Never forgotten

The sound of silence

Ringing,
through the sky

Sometimes
silence says more
than empty words
because
the golden ratio,
2 ears,
one mouth


...



yup,
it works

Hidden lakes of emotion
Waiting to be condensed
and run in streams
clinging to a rock face
behind the mind's eye

A sound,
caught up in the silence
a mistake by natural cause;
The winds whispering
through the grasses
trying to find an ear to tell
Their secrets
The movement of a domestic cat's ear,
swivelling to catch an unheard vibration;
a voice
Your mind trying to tell you that it was nothing,
yet succumbed to the lie itself
it's tendrils unfurling fully,
controlling more than you'd like
A sound,
caught up in my ear,
Begging
to be heard.

Drifting on the horizon
waiting to pass beyond
into what no one knows,
Anchored to the ground
in search of the clouds so far above,
though, looking past those clear mountains
blue lakes aflow,
I see all to be told
all to be seen
all to be heard,
and I wonder
if one day,
I can best those mountains,
swim in those lakes,
and cross over
the horizon...

Through the forest hush
I swiftly travel
to the ocean brush
sounds unravel
Upon the lonely, unbroken trees
I pause and listen
to the soft sound of the undying breeze
wafting over the ocean to
join the stars in the sky
sweetly singing over the din,
The waves ringing out an unbroken tone
as the trees fall in,
my heart stops in wonder
their song,
sounding into the night.

Housing the worlds problems on one shelf
and beauty in the next,
Thousands of pages yet,
one whole
Millions of thoughts yet,
one brain
All coming together to make different,
intricate story lines that are housed in
My heart

I can't stop thinking about you,
your eyes dictated my every move
your face plastered against the moon
trying to forget you,
failing,
you're taking over,
gently gripping my mind,
rebuilding my heart,
clouding my vision,
poisoning my veins,
walking through me.
Your name is burned into my thoughts,
Your voice calls to me,
Forgetting everything
but,

You

As if each of us
are bricks
we must join together to
stay strong,
using our
strengths as
cement
to build the
wall of
Life

When the stars fall down from
the sky, I am left standing, holding
onto the only piece of hope that is you,
I am falling for everything
Gaining nothing,
all, in part,
For You

I give my heart,
my soul,
my life,
You have blinded me like
the firey column that
you are, entrancing my senses,
numbing the pain,
for that,
everything.

Everything,
For You

Life, like a boat
is going down someday.
When that day comes
I want to be the captain.

Love 
                                               for              you
                                            ­is                      rinse
                                   ­         and                 repeat,
                            ­                  just                  the
                     ­                             way              I
                 ­                                       like  it

Infinite
whispers
of snaking
cord
either
hold me
up or
strangle me
dead
knots tied
to tight
cannot be
removed
irreversible
cement
strangling
though,
if broken
you
will
fall

Through the cracks
the whips
the black
and white
no place to be
no medium,
set free
I get no sleep
governed by the
hollow giants above

Hiding under the water
just makes it easier
to float back up again

Trailing across
a little window
small words wrapped
in love
falling into the drop boxes
half worlds apart.
<3

once
the
Stars
are
reduced
to
Ashes
truly,
every
single
thing
will have meant
Nothing

...

Though, its love
its joy
its everything
will
live on
in the vast darkness,
a ripped sail

without a
strong wind

to rip
it
Apart

Is winning really the only option?
Happiness the only outcome?
Who dictates us
in the conscience
of our own
desolate
minds

The lights go by,
glittering fireflies,
sparse friendships found

on streets afflicted by a cracked mirror
only seen by me

Lights flicker in flowing windows,
barriers restricting everything
but light,

hollow light,

no love


in the barren streets,

Thinking
of You

Together
in front of computer screens
Separated
Yet Emotions
still, course through
our keyboards

Success is how
high you bounce
when you hit
bottom


- unknown-

As I look in the mirror,
I see myself,
My pale eyes,
my bare emotions,
my scarred soul
though, when I am with you,
your twinkling eyes,
your luscious hair,
your golden heart
As I look in the mirror,
I see,
You

I'm a crab
Is that too literal?

Darkness touching
All surfaces,
Reawakening the stars,
Knocking on the floor of heaven

The deeper you dig the holes in my heart,
the higher my pile of love grows
so that I may reach up
and skim the skies
of Heaven

Age is not a number to be thrown around,
nor does it represent the number of years lived,
It measures the memories made
and the memories
yet to come

Tears flowing
down my face,
dripping through
the cracks,
seeping down the drains.
The puddles I step in,
the rain on my back,
the lightning that strikes.
Water collecting in the gutters,
pooling in the streets,
drowning the sewers,
sinking deep into the earth,
cooling my core.
All in all, resetting,

Starting,
Again

Sitting, watching, waiting,
the waves roll by
But a haze in the sky,
bags like jellyfish, patches like whales,
accumulating, discombobulating,
But a haze in the sky,
choking, killing,
maiming the sea,
slaughtering by the dozens,
But a haze in the sky,
simple to do,
hard to fix,
but a mere crew
could do the tricks,
But a haze in the sky,
Something, I fear,
could **** the earth,
the tumbling mirth,
and all that is here,
Something, I fear,

Alas,
But a haze in the sky

My eyes reveal
the soft dust particles
floating on beams of light
playing on the cracked,
vined bricks,
Flowering on waves along the wall,
conveying on the stretch of broken stone,
winding on the bubbled pains to the wooden frames
natural blinds serving their purpose
my eye flitting to the top of the wall
a forest, growing
into the light.