In the midnight of our days
there is no moon
for me to gaze upon
No whispering willows
or symphonies of the night
Just the blaring days sun
blindingly bright
In the midnight of our days,
there is no quiet of the night
The silent hue of stars
no where in sight
The humdrum of the day
becomes wrapped
like a regifted package;
boring and forgotten
passed on
like one moment to the next
In the midnight of our days
I day dream
of chirping crickets
and hooting owls
of whispering willows
and lone wolf howls
In the midnight of our days
I ache for the peacefulness
of the night

You may not see me,
        but I always look at you.
You may not hear me,
        but I always listen to you.
I am may be nothing to you,
        but *you are my everything.

I'm okay
I'm alright
I can still smile
I can still laugh

There's too much pain to handle
I just lose my self

I hope he loves you
more than I love you..

Change

I am tradition
A creature of habit
All white; no shady grays
Definately set in my ways
I fear the colors of change
and the silent unknowns
I am sometimes an
uncompromisable bag of bones

But what if...
What if I was to change
to eat the words
I can so easily dish out
To change the way I think
about whatever your upset about
To become once again
the flower you fell in love with once
instead of the unbending branch
I have become

I have hurt you I know
however unintentionally so
But I'm telling you now
I'm not ready to let go
Give me the chance
to turn things around
to remind you of all the
sweet things that keep us
tightly bound

Let me show you
that I too
can change

Thanks for the gift you left at the front door--
I wept cause I figured you left for good
'till I opened the box in horror
to find a zombie black mamba instead of my heart.

Thanks for the living dead snake
constricting around my brain
making me think of nothing but you
eschewing daily life.
The venom takes away my appetite--
the sun is too bright and sunny
so I stay inside my room filled with flies
writing about the time you left this
living dead snake instead of my heart.

It keeps squeezing and gnawing--
it's venom fills me with haunting memories
of the times I didn't see you slowly pulling away--
hugs stiffened
your kisses listless
and eyes drowning
while the sound of your voice sings disinterest.

Luckily you gave to me
a zombie black mamba instead of my heart
so I can always remember our time together.

If, from a distance so vast
With the spell you have cast
A few words from your lips
Makes my heart perform flips
Imagine, what you do in my arms

How deep the cut
from the blade
in your words;
the stabbing jolt
of an unrequited love
My screaming walls
a resurrection
of hurt and shame
Is that blood in your tears
Don't! Your pity is silence enough

Months has drifted by

achingly slow

agonizingly so

and yet I remember

each moment

clearer now then even then

Distances toll

The hurt and pain

frustrations bleeding stain

You left me then

in a world unknown

Masked goodbyes

and feeling alone

Weaknesses suddenly

peering from dark corners

That is life, part of love

acknowledging, accepting

understanding, forgiving...

I am still drowning

from all the little things left unsaid

Like I love everything about you

all of you, exactly the way you are

So many life altering moments

in both our lives since then

So many times I wanted to hold you

and whisper I love you again and again

So many times

I just wanted to hold your hand

Here we are again

just a few days more

and all my words

will come out tumbling;

no more fumbling

Just you and I

sharing our love together

Thoughts;
Beautiful and terrible,
Crashing on to the jagged shell-strewn shores of my mind,
Stinging my eyes with saltwater.
Wishes and wonders coalesce on the ocean floor,
Millions of fathoms deep.
A world undiscovered, no one dare venture so far.
Teeming with questions and confusion,
Darting through the murky depths,
Like frightened, chaotic sea creatures.

Loneliness seeps into my skin and surges through my veins,
Seizing my heart with cold, gnarled claws.
One would think that by now i would be accustomed
To the faintness of my beating heart, with all it’s aching, broken shards.
It is fragile, emitting spurts of pain with each shallow intake of breath.
I have grown weary of this masquerade, this counterfeit smile.
Silently I scream, desperately hoping
That somewhere, in this vast, incomprehensible world,
There is a voice to answer mine.