The air feels like you.
Like the you I knew.
The wind whispers in my ear.
It sounds like you too.

I don't let it in anymore.
The pain, all the scars.
They would crush me.
Yet, sorrow has a way of seeping.

Like ink from a broken pen,
it spreads, staining all it touches.
Can't get your name off my mind.
Can't get your face out of my heart.

I know every inch of you.
I know nothing about you.
It's a deep inexpressible need.
An ache so deep, so strong.

There are answers I'll never find.
Wrongs that won't be made right.
So I'll swallow my pride and pain,
but the wind still whispers your name...

Such a broken heart.
Such a broken smile.
To rebuild it all again...
would take a painful while.

Logic tells me,
you'll never forgive her.
My misplaced love tells me,
you'll never forget her.

Yet, that's all I wish.
To forget those beautiful eyes
with the winter hidden behind.
To forget that breath taking smile
made with the same sweet lying lips.
To forget that name that rang like bells
now so synonymous with sleepless nights.
To forget that face surely of an angel...
yet, certainly stolen by someone much less kind.

The wind feels like you.
Like the you I knew.
But that you is gone.
I never knew her all along...

Ash black night.
Whipping river rain.
The screams like hammers.
A home is dying.

The night is a physical thing.
Flooded with the rapid waters of change.
The boy inside his room is oblivious,
he can hardly hear the rain over the massacre

The crack of thunder
sickly syncopated
with the rending of a vow.
The window is his world.

Light is born, and dies all at once.
Searing the shelter he calls home.
He sits, tiny to the world.
Perfect picture of alone.

There’s a war in the sky
and another down the hall
Which will never be long enough
To drown out the ceaseless splitting.

It seems the rain will not be ignored
soon, its prattling is the only sound.
Somehow time skipped this place,
Stole away a childhood to the deepness of night.

Dawn is breaking
Illuminating what is broken
The boy that was, is among the pieces,
but wiser, older eyes cannot find him.

I struggle.
the stress of it.
not worth the result it produces.
You smile.
the strain of it.
not worth the sadness it reduces.

You cry.
always alone.
always in the deepness of night.
I find.
never soon enough.
new ways to bring the light.

I am.
turned the wrong right way round.
making me consistently inconsistent.
You are.
a compass of life.
caring, giving, patient and persistent.

You wear.
a mask of lives.
a carefully constructed web of lies.
I bring.
a depth of right.
that your strength of will defies.

We are.
two sides.
always oppositely opposing.
We share.
impossibly.
the feelings we're imposing.

I struggle.
no more.
careworn becomes carefree.
You smile.
a passion filled effort.
as it always was meant to be.

Time hasn't changed here.
I still come alive at night
to feel the ground breath
exhaling the day’s heat.
The earth’s sweet sighs are carried on the wind,
embracing me like an old friend.

I listen.
The stars are out.
Arranged in all their glorious chaotic order.
I want to hear their whispered conversations,
in a language I'll never comprehend.
I find myself between the light and the void,
and then lose it again under these stellar skies.

Tomorrow is pressing at the edges,
filling me with a need
to do, to think, to say
things with the consistency of meaning.
It’s nothing I can ever manage.

The rain begins so slowly
almost as if it were hesitant,
but the clouds soon find confidence.
I let my thoughts pour like the storm
In little rivets, falling in the air
bursting on the ground, dried and forgotten.
The here and the why and the what for.
Each one precipitated and each one, unanswered.

Light is finding its legs
silencing the stars as it creeps along.
For a precious agonizing moment,
everything is silent.
I close my eyes and dream,
There’s always been comfort in a sunrise.

The girl is liquid.
A magnet for lust
for things moms forbid
breaking hearts and trust.
Beauty realized.
Stunning, though she is
pure pain in disguise.
Destined to be Miss.
The start of downfall
and cause of rapture.
She is alcohol.
What you can't capture.
The perfect design.
Demon or divine?

I've done it hundreds of times.
Put my pen to paper,
and watch the words flow right out.
I like to think of myself as a lightening rod.
For emotions, images, and ideas.
I'll catch a spark every so often,
but once in awhile...
I explode with white hot brilliance.
This never happens at will.
Like now, there's no storm today.
Clear crystal skies.
It feels like suffocating.
Like the words are hiding, just beyond focus.
But right in plain view.
I think I'm to critical
of all my critical thinking.
Being whimsical doesn't really come on a whimsy.
I want to write something deep.
Makes you think. Connect.
Like that song...
you know the one.
The one that makes you feel your every emotion.
Like there's soul wrapped around every word.
A message in the melody.
I want people to find themselves in these words.
Even as it is myself I am pouring into them.
You know, I think I see a cloud or two.
Looks like there's a storm after all.
I can smell the rain...

I have trouble coping you.
I really struggle to handle what you manifest.

It's only through sheer force of will
and a glaring lack of skill
that I manage this...overload.
Every kiss is of trepidation.
Leaving the sweet taste of elation.
A fascination with every breath your taking.
So lost I am in this love infused awakening.
Like watching a million roses bloom red hot,
with whatever passion fuels love.
In this ethereal field I'm held caught.
With only the ability to spew such smarmy adoration.
Almost completely lacking of thought, sense, or annunciation.
No less heartfelt or without the weight of sincerity.
In every word, oath, emotion, thought or change you make in me.
Changes that come unwilling but not unwanted.
Now dreams are the stuff of life and by life I am haunted.
This is the discovery of real love,
a desperate thirst and need that you can never sate.
The medium through which you can dream of loftier things like fate.
This and all that is beyond surpasses all its worth.
Because for a moment, we are greater than all the earth.