My mind runs like a waterfall on a stormy night
Smooth yet distressed

Would anybody remember if i left today
would they see that chair missing in the class

Does anyone see me now
or am i just slowly F  a  d  i  n   g

The things to which i hold are are shaking
My hans hard grasp sofening

What would they say if i was gone today

Would they say anything, would they notice?

Remembered by the blood, or by the words
Remembered by the sight, or the memories
Remembered by the Love, or hate

Eternal sleep would bring here for after peace
Someone to take my non existent place

Would i Even be remembered?

I step aside from my Blind Eye
To look around

The windows shattered
the candles lit
and the walls are full of holes

Mirrors are in pieces
Ropes are hung
and the Knife is ready to go

When has it been enough
When have i been enough

The prejudices of an intellectual mind
surround my circumfrance and bring me to tears

The words of hurt are lashed out
and the Names are called

The emotional is to my brain
and the physical to my heart

I look around and see what i have done
The Things i've done ,
yet sorry is never enough

My pain is vague and my eyes are red
The curtains closed and the note left to be read

I walk along this empty line
alone wanted and afraid

Scared of the things i've done
and of what i may become

The dark night hollows
the wind shakes

My hurt is massive
and my clothes drenched

The final words of which i wish to say are...

**Sorry for which i have done.

A name on a list
I sit here staring at my ship
I can sail away
And leave it all behind
To a better place,
where theyll be clear skies
Instead of all these dark times
I await the day I drop the pain,
all my sorrows insane
The only Anker i have left,
is being pulled up,
till its just another thing thats walked away.
Behind i see all memory
in front i see serenity
but now i see just you and me.

Im a word in a book
Key on the page
Almond in a can
Line on a field
Mark on a court
Flame in a fire
Drop in the ocean
Cloud in a sky
Flake in the snow
and most importantly,
A Name on Your list

Tick, Tock
The hands circle the clock.
Holding my breathe
one, two, three, and four
until it gets harder.
Chained under the confinement of society unable to breathe
pressured by the waters all around me.
If i were to stop holding on would anybody know?
Im pretty low,
so far from shallow.
My cries and tears, neither seen nor heard
tears mesh with the waters below.
Would anybody know?
Would they know the pains that happen here,
the voices i hear.
all the way down here.
Would they hear the screams?
or the plea for help?
Does anybody care,
is there anybody there?
Ticking is the clock
Counting down the time. . .

Missing You...

Lay in my arms,
I Want To Be Safe,
A Place Of No Harm,
I Need Your Embrace,
Take Me By The Hand,
And Look Into My Eyes,
You're My girl,
I Know You Don't Tell Lies,
I'm Tired Of All These People,
Who Try To Get In Our Way,
I'm Tired Of All The People,
Who Ruin Our Days,
I Want My Dreams To Come True,
Sitting On Hill And Watching The Sunset,
It Would Be Just Me And You,
Neither Of Us Would Ever Be Upset,
Put Your Hand On Mine,
Seal The Last Seconds Of Light With A Kiss,
Our Hearts Would Be Intwined,
Exchange My Worries For Bliss,
And As The World Around Us Gets Dark,
Let Us Enjoy The Natural Light,
Let Our Love Embark,
On a Journey Unending Is Where We Will Start,
Just Me, Just You, SomeWhere No One Can Stop Our Hearts.

©Elijah Clark 2013

We stand here both in pergatory.
My only failure will be my respiratory
You're my air
You don't even care
That without you
I gasp
I gulp
I yearn for oxygen
But then again without
I'm dead

We have created a vulnerability
Too bold to stare down.
A thickness in the air,
Our lungs cannot share.

Between our bodies lies a desire,
Between our eyes, a fire.
Our hearts, they beat,
Rhythms too complex to comprehend--

The impulse. The intrigue. The beauty.