A perfect moment is what I planned,
one unlike any other.
I'd say exactly what I wanted,
but sadly that is just mental.
In the moment,
I can't make sense.
If I could, and if I would,
like a wave, and like a current,
I'd make the perfect moment.

Is it possible?
To love and forget?
Or perhaps to dream,
and not think.

Always to fall,
but never get up.
Or to grasp,
but never really obtain.

Butterflies swarming.
Weakness?
No.

A sign of strength.
Strength in knowing,
Knowing you are one step closer,
One leap farther,
A simple breath nearer,
To Love.

Outside.
An unbreakable fortress,
no point of weakness.

Inside.
All hope crumbling,
yet it all remains hidden.

Now I'm not asking to change the past,
just a simple playback option.
Something where I could watch again,
as parts of my life unfold.

All the good times that made my heart swell,
and even the bad times where I felt defeated.
Any moments with you would suffice,
because those were the ones I enjoyed most.

And when the credits roll,
I don't want to leave alone.
I want to look over and see you beside me,
knowing that's how things will stay.

Trapped.
Trapped in my own mind.
Imprisoned by my own doubts.
Suffering from trying to come back to reality.
My imagination runs circles around me,
mocking me with what could have.

Famous last words,
Changed to bitter apology.
How can I still be alive?
With my heart already bursting.

A song on the radio,
A line in a movie,
A cloud in the sky,
Seems like it'd be impossible.
So I guess there's no way.
I'll never give up.

When I stare into the vast blue sky,
it seems as if I could fall right into it.
I could jump,
and be trapped in it's claws.

And would it be so bad,
to just float there,
without a care?

Watching them go,
hand in hand.
How it mocks me,
at each glance.
The light I thought we shared,
gone during his reign.

Oh the pains I would undergo,
for even the slightest touch.
The lose of you,
pours upon the scars on my faint heart

Tossing, tumbling, until,
spilled out across my mind.
Reconnect with reality,
if only that easy.

A kept in explosion,
willing to burst.
An unsolved mystery,
never to be found.

Behind lines they stumble,
With minds o so feeble.
An attempt to fray,
Then about their way.

Strange how it used to be,
Father Time shows his might.
With all things considered,
blessed are those unshaken.

A tribunal of sorts,
wicked in their deeds.
A force high on end,
with a lust of your downfall.

The walls break down,
intent on invalidation.
A paradox that mocks us,
factitious in it's ambition.

Take yesterday's thoughts,
and ditch them.
Find unspoken words in my mouth,
and save them.
Words never said,
yet nothing could be more true.
Slipping away,
and still try to cling to what's left.
All of my power to say this,
I love you.

Held it together,
while I could.
Slowly but surely,
it crumbled before me.

My attempts and trials,
in vain they tried.
Was it all for naught?
Or a perfect ending.

In my mind.
Always.

When the phone rings.
Hopeful.

When that song comes on.
Wishing.

When I think of you.
Smile.

All of this.
Love.

Start with the word love,
multiply that to show,
how it gets tossed around.

Then take the word forever,
and throw it out the window,
for it doesn't mean a thing.

My heart is running,
sprinting, chasing,
after yours.

Find myself smiling,
whenever I think of you.
When not with you,
my heart beats with loneliness.

Something New,
New Love.

Break it off,
tear it down.
Brush it off,
and don't look back

No more reason,
to follow that same rhythm.
Gone forever,
as is my feelings.

Hold it back,
think it over.
Tell myself,
it's not my fault.

Looking to the sky,
and wishing it'd end.
But that would make life,
just too **** easy.

Falling, tumbling, spinning,
in a frenzy of emotions.
Seems I have a new addiction,
hopefully this one won't disappoint.

Thinking, wondering, hoping,
I can be with you forever.
This feeling will never go away,
so I'll continue falling.

Here's a string of words,
combined together to-
So simplistic yet so perplexing,
Something that can-
Some call it poetry.
I call it art.

What can I say?
I could spill my heart out.
I could tell you how your all I think about,
and how I can't imagine life without you.
I could tell you how the first time we met,
I couldn't breath.
I could tell how your the reason I wake up,
and so much more.
I could say all these things,
but where would I start?

Sound the trumpets.
Tell the criers to proclaim.
Call upon thunder and lightning.
Embrace the gentle rhythem your heart.

And to the shadows in the night.
Show them your passion and
they shall kneel in pain.

Now watch!
It shall happen tonight.
When the clock strikes 13,
the band shall play and
demonstrate their frustration.

And I shall laugh.
For i was the conductor,
of this event.
And the darkness will envelop the scene,
and it will be done.

How is it that love,
a single emotion,
can impact us the way it does.

It can bring out the best in people,
and also the worst.

Words can not describe it,
so I will not even try.

Tears.
They fall,
and crash against the floor.
And I watch,
wishing that i could take the pain away.
If I could, I would.
I would take the pain away.
So that you wouldn't cry,
and you wouldn't be sad.

You.
So much words,
to say.
I could say them all,
but that wouldn't,
even amount to,
the pulsating emotions,
flowing through me.

And I watch,
the stars fall,
and draw attention to them.
And here I stand,
just standing.

And I stand here,
waiting, just waiting.
Watching as the fans pass by,
single file with no space between.

Standing here,
paralyzed by your presence.
Watching and waiting,
for my chance.

Restless now,
and deciding to not wait anymore.
So I make the steps,
toward where you are.
And giving it my best,
try to sweep you off your feet.

So here it comes.
Walking breathelessly,
just loud enough,
to hear the rapid beat,
of your own heart.

What does it come down to?
When no is no,
and right is right?
Rearrange your vision so,
you can see throughout the night.

Walking confident now,
with the past behind you.
Tearing through remains,
of broken promises and dreams,
just loud enough,
to forget ideas of going back.

It is destructive to let an obstacle consume you,
so that it bears its teeth into you,
and imbue its venom into you very being.
Think of it as a transcendent cherry blossum.
It is frivolous to sit and dwell on one blossum,
just because it is lacking in areas such as color, shape and size.
And to spend all your time trying to amend that blossum,
until it is perfected.
It is better to leave the blossum be,
and go on to another,
for perhaps that one is better and more tasteful.
But remember that even if that too is found uneasy,
there are still more blossums to chose from,
and not all will be so horrid.