You snipped the strings of my puppetry
Let me free and claimed apologies
But never sent a response,
Never angry, no more thoughts
Emotions left you in the frost
Heart went numb and soul was lost
And I tried to save you,
Warmed you up and up you got
And left the heat that helped your cause
Snipped his strings off with your claws
Destroyed him with your deadly maw
Taking bites, fangs lined your jaw
Leaving what you never saw
Dressed in red and wrapped with dread
And left, dead and raw,
But you never said why you'd be gone.

I still await your response.

Time slips as sand loses its grip
Upon the surface of glass,
Moving up and down
Through pointed tip,
And with the minute,
Each second will pass.

Clock spins away the pain
Arms that move to rid the rain
The tears that fell an hour before
Of breaks, mistakes, and hate galore
Yet drops that hit the ground below
Make puddles glare a shiny glow
In which itself one cannot see
The person who is lost is me

It's hard to just
Admire from a distance
When you care so much
That your words can't even
Explain what you feel;

When you're sad,
I sympathize,
When you sing,
I harmonize,
When you stop,
I apologize;

I am in love with you
But you can't say the same
About how you see me,
And it's not unfair,
You have yours
As I lack mine
Yet wish you could fill
This gap of which
I will forever miss
And try to learn each day
That I can adapt,
That I can change,
When I cannot;

My brain can't
Remove my memories,
My desire,
For you;

I wish
You felt
The same.

Your letters rain like petals,
Autumn flowers masked with ink,
Floating, drifting, endlessly,
Or so it just may seem;

Wind as the propeller,
The spirit which creates the start,
Of which your words will fly from,
Directly to my heart;

And if echo be what you need,
I shall respond most dearly,
Stanzas attempting to match the beauty
That you will always be;

And that I will never see.

Starlit skies
Wondrous eyes
Look up to
Waiting to die
To join the
Likes of you
As a guide
On a lovely
Summer night

Sell spells that I'd think
Feathered quill and jars of ink
My mind an ice rink
Telling verses, holding weeks
Getting ready to speak

Upon parchment there is no cursor to blink repetitively,
Taunting the author's words out of their skull
As though awaiting a response to the empty request
Of which one should reply most delicately,
Both of thought and of hands,
But hasty one may be;

Words expected like sand dripping through an hourglass
Or silk slipping through the merchant's fingers
Though strong they may hold their grasp;
And once the threads, the grains, run out
They may then begin to feel their mind;

Yet it seems that time has already
                                                              stopped.

Let not rose petals fall
Just to touch the solid soil
And be tainted from the drop
That the dew of morning
Does not even come close to
In size

The list of love
That each person has obtained
Does not run as long
As the list I would send
To Santa each December,
Does not run as wide
As the rivers I waded
As a child,
Does not run as deep
As that clod of dirt
That got stuck in my heel,
Does not run as pure
As the Christian roots
With which I started,
Does not run as white
As the granite ball
That sits upon my window sill,
But there has been
One person among each event
That may just fit the list.

Ribbons wrap your letters
Left beside my bed side
That will never see the light

Inside their envelopes
Lie words that you would write
Striving to get better

Each line a new rhyme
Scrawled scrolls for my eyes
Transcribed by a scribe

Not trying to make me cry
Or regret all this time
But my cheeks become wetter

Do not pry my fingers
From the last threads of life
Plucked straight from your sweater

It is you who is deader than I

It is within the flowers of evil
That beauty can lie
Amongst forces of the dark,
Ugly in their untouched form,
Yet, once explored,
Such an alluring thought
To look inside.
And perhaps that attention
Will lead to one's demise
As the petals rest, detached,
Core completely exposed,
Human drunk on its nectar;
Beginning to fade away.

You are not yet gone
But one long, faraway day
I shall stand alone

That, I do not want,
Yet I will not keep you from
Exiting this house

It will be your choice
To leave me, desert my likes,
With wind as your ghost

Without company,
Your presence especially,
I will live to rot

Bones will burn like coal
And my heart will turn to dead,
The flames stoked no more

In ash arises
A new form that I've not seen,
Reincarnation

The young phoenix breathes,
No longer heavily heaves,
The fresh oxygen

It is no longer
Afraid of death, conjured as
Sparks amongst their chest

Feathers glistening,
It leaves its birthing mantel
So to fly adrift

And maybe one day
We shall reunite again
But for now I wait

I can not vouch for purity,
For innocence,
Since blood streaks tainted my cheek;
Bullet wound in my chest,
Shot as either a glare or stare
From thine eyes to the weak

Carve my stiff skin
With sticks of lead
My wounds have bled enough
I'm numb so go ahead
And taint me til I'm dead

The rain is not forged
As I would hope your tears would be
Running down your once rosy cheeks
That have been tinted blue
By me

It was among the sunset that our eyes met,
I had expected a cold blue or the green of leaves,
But instead, all that returned my glance
Was all the same as what I was used to,
A brown; not fierce nor bland nor bold,
But strange, in a sense, that it was so normal
Yet so compelling.

It has been twenty years
Since last those eyes met mine
And I often wonder
If the ghost in my shell
Might ever see
The sunset again;

Without your eyes to distract me.

We've been spending time
Between lines of fine writing
Transcribed by two scribes,
Deciding to type instead of verbalizing.

We'd scrawl on scrolls
And scribble out whole paragraphs;
Laugh at our mistakes,
Providing comfort for each other's sake,
Never was a time we'd make the other person break,
Never was a rhyme to make the other person stay away,
Just a little get-together sort of play date
That I'd hope we'd get to keep for at least a few more days,
Cuz a life in her presence is the type I'd like to take.

My heart has a cavity.
It's bittersweet,
Getting eaten up
By the monster that it thought it had abolished
So long ago;
Rotting away,
Rotting my heart;
Away.

And when you touch down,
Do not let the vessel that once contained you
Try to drag you back into that realm;
Simply move along
And forget that that life ever even existed.

Growing, shrinking,
Stepping, blinking,
Shaking, breathing,
Chest is heaving;

For you,
A new city awaits.

Stark starry night
Starts to set
Alongside light
Who retreats in fright
Of the time
Where it shall not shine
Anymore.

I like to watch other people,
Be aware of their surroundings,
Never my own,
Always alone,
Wanting to be
More.

There's a hair stuck in the window
Burning in front, frozen behind
Like the man that stands on the middle of Venus,
Tempted by both fire and ice
To fix the other,
Suffering endlessly
Because there is no void of either,
No escape from pain when
Both sides are fighting,
Forevermore.

My head races,
Spinning endless pirouettes
As I await a response from you,
Or some sort of hint
That you still care...

...As much as I do,

For you.

Hearts don't erase,
Like scars on faces
Change from grave to strange
In a matter of days;
They never go away

I'm slipping through the slush
Another day another crush
Down this mountain, wolves will mush
Until eventually I hit a snag
Tumble down and go to crash
Ending my life before I've lived
Frozen, left out in the wind
Born to die in my same sins
Catching colds from winter chills
Killing time while keeping still
Quick, young life, it was a thrill
Spending time with you

You cried the night I left you.
It was not as if I tried to;
But maybe your eyes
Looked better in blue
Anyway.

And maybe my time
Would be better with you
Another day.

I'm sorry I couldn't stay.

It seems that she is gone,
And I, alone;
Yet my heart shall trek on
As if there may be a possible end
For me.

Empty is my heart
That floats upon the horizon
Waiting for something to weigh it down,
But that weight never stays,
My heart shall drift again
Higher and higher yet
Waiting for someone to weigh it down.

Love does not mean leave

Nor do the winds of the world
Try to push people away

Nor does the arrow
Try to narrowly miss its target

Nor do I
Try to love you

I guess it just happens.

Stars descend upon the final night
As tears onto the carpet;
You weren't there as either landed.

Escape was all you had dreamt of,
And now, you are free;
From me.

I'm sinking down
Gonna touch the ground
Realize there's no way out
I'm gonna drown

It's hard just throwing out stares in every direction
Trying to pierce hearts with your eyes
So that eventually one time, you'll hit
And they'll be looking for you,
Lost

It was a genuine accident
Like
Give me a chance
And come back to me
Like I could change up the past
And make it so you weren't
Gone

She had already broken me before,
But I was filled with dread
When I heard she was with
Someone else

When there's no more words to speak
I'll simply cry myself to sleep
And think about the time that we
Were living in each other's dreams

I've remained the same for days,
Haven't changed position,
Still lingering on your last words
And wanting you to stay
But instead you'd said,
"Don't bother on waiting,
I'll be on my way."

The glue that attempts
To mend my heart
Is artificial
But I guess
I'm no different
Anyway

I'm sorry I couldn't help us,
Make us better, stronger, more together
But now I'm left to float from your embrace
Like a feather torn from an angel
After enough time.

Only time can tell the mysteries of the world,
Those unknown to man,
That of both the past and the future,
The beginning and the end.

As the time starts to fall,
Grain by grain,
I wonder if it is her fault
That she did not respond,
Or mine that I tried too hard;
Or not enough at all.

Today marks the beginning of the rainy season,
And if my teardrops were able to speak,
They'd rejoice;
For freedom.

Can anyone truly be satisfied
Or only reach it when they die
Lay down and shut their eyes
And drift to hope to reach the sky

If you ever bothered to ask me,
I'd say the best way to achieve bliss
Is to match two souls with one more kiss

Doubt is the demon
That drives my heart to the floor
To **** it by dawn
To make our love gone
To capture my pawn
And make my life yawn...

Time; it never gains,
Nor ever does it once lose,
Momentum; at all

I'm not lovesick... just ill
But I miss her the most
That the thought of her being alone
Makes me sicker with the despair
That flutters around the loose mind of a child
As he cannot find his mother
In the mall 300 miles from home;
Home,
A place where he would way rather be
With ensured safety and love
From the woman in his life
That would be there by his side;
But for now he walks alone,
Lovesick.

the tears spill out,
as the girl sits alone,
to fill her love
with unending doubt
and flood her home