It fills my ears like liquid gold.
I take a breath to stop the need of unspoken remedy.
The strokes of the lost voilen rhythms the beats of my heart;
the easy rhyme of the piano mocks my soul.

To not jump and leap would be to infester a child,
an action that I take for granted.
My heart calls out for the music set before me.
The rhythm takes me away, as I loose hope.
Easing my Pain and Anger,
I take it.

Dance.
My mind tells me as I harness the music of an orphan child.
Bowing, leaping, gliding.
Letting the fluid of the strokes take my body prisoner.
I dance.

I forget.
The world becomes a whirl of colors.
Fire. Water. Earth. Air.
All dancing with perfect rhythm with my soul and heart.
So beautiful, it makes a grown man cry.
Violen, Cello, Piano.
All screaming at me to fly.
To forget.

So I obey.
I dance.

"Write a poem about right now. The **** that we're all in."

I now sit entirely alone.
Surrounded by the sad and the depressed and the lonely.
With love and hate mingling,
His paws scratching at the window with her face on the other side.
He doesn't seem to notice the others.
Tears soaked my blazer more than rain tonight
But at least they weren't quite as cold.
As if it mattered with warm *** in my blood.
"I loved her. This is the first time I've physically hated her."

So he bursts through the door with a ******* look that won't accept a no.
So lets drink!
Then we watch him emerge,
Maybe notice me leave.
"If you want to be alone I'll leave."
And notice my swift return,
With her fresh tears still burning on my mind.

I've been watching the foreground for what feels like days so let's go inside.
Time to spend with the rest of the party.
Just ignoring what's happening.
"Lets get ******!"
Turn the music up loud and maybe you can drown it in sound.
Light the incense and maybe the atmosphere will smell a little sweeter.
Bring that guy!
He'll take them off your mind
And help create a spite fueled night.
...or just run.
"This! Is none of my ****!"
Then lets go.
You don't have to watch.

But I've adopted my own space.
Dressed in black and red,
Dancing in the front and the back.
Standing in the rain, under stars
Just watching the last cigarettes burn.
******* happy I've got my little red book.
Time to intervene and offer what I can
Although it's mostly for the story progression.


6 am and I'm still ******* smiling.
I made this night to its bitter end.
Seeing true emotion fly was just divine.
Maybe not for those involved
But emotion is life so accept it all.

"Now let me sleep and I'll write your ******* poem later..."