Fear is a wine-red chartreuse window.
Holding within the fantasies and myths of ones mind, body, and soul.
Ever present, it stays with you your entire journey.
To gaze from afar, brings you closer to your destruction.
However, the best place to cast the stone that obliterates it's well being,
Is the place where few tread.
Your time is now to play the role of David.
Your Goliath is fear.
And your stone,
Is you.

The accent from
above; glove over
glove, folding flames
into the hearts of love.

And through those eyes -
as cold as caves -
rest the memories
of men made slaves.

emotions channeled through my fingertips
    typing words my coward lips could never speak
gently pressing buttons, expressing how i miss
       the times we never - we would've - had,
          dampened my lips, sealing it with a kiss.

                               and as i press send,
                                    i'd hope you'll reply.
                                you didn't.
                        you don't.
                 *never.

Take these words and hold them dear
as proof that once I lingered here
within these hallowed written walls
that speak the fate of one and all.

Do not mourn me when I'm gone
heal your heart and carry on.
In sorrow ne'er my heart did dwell
for I was blessed to know you well.

Place no flowers, lay no stone
for barren earth is not my home
no marker there to bare my name
no mourners heads bowed deep in shame.

Shed a solitary tear,
then walk in light and never fear
as darkness creeps across the land
I will be there to hold your hand.

Silence is a language in which I am fluent.
It does not require a sound,
but it is the invitation
for him to look me in the eye
while I spill out the stories
that lie within my gaze.

If you had an hour to live..
Would you spend that hour saying that an hour isn't enough.

I receive kisses from the one I care about,
But they're stolen from his girlfriend's mouth,
I know he cares about me too,
But honestly, I don't know what to do.
It feels so wrong to let him go on,
But I don't want him to quit,
Because I sorely long for it,
That feeling I'm sure his girlfriend gets,
When he's making sure her needs are met,
And his lips make all her worries disappear,
And his hands curl around her waist,
Pulling her close so she feels safe,
I suppose that's what she feels,
I know it's how I'd feel,
If he were mine.
But he's not,
So when his lips meet mine,
As we say goodbye,
And his hands grab my hips,
Just to keep me steady,
I just get a glimpse of what I think she feels,
What I would feel,
If he were mine all the time.