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.

There's a word I've stored within me
That's never to be spoken for any reason
And to speak it is forbidden
And the punishment is grave

Goodbye

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.

The sun faced
Of a pale paste,
That which reflects
A most sour taste;
The mirror upon my pallet.

The largest star shines midday
While the others are its encore
The bigger man walks away
And the others are just followers.

Humans have innocence just to be tainted;
Once out of breath, we've already fainted
And the world painted with our display
Will eventually fade away
While we're wasted,
Formed like a molded piece of clay
Crumbling each day.

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.

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

Though the flame may flicker
Perhaps it can linger,
If not only for another hour,
For then my passion dies
As I can no longer see the parchment
On which I write.

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 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.

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...

It's a blur;

Fifteen years of spiraled thoughts
Multiple strands of DNA
Some have been destroyed,
Others grew stronger
But the present is where the remnants lay.

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

Illness kills many
It's taken my life as well
But I'm still breathing

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.

Tonight's midnight lies in darkness.
Light's absence puts cities into chaos
Stringing absent minds with broken time
Just for sun to arise to cause a chaotic demise
Of the chaotic life of tonight's midnight.

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.

There's so much I've yet to learn about you
Yet your hook just brings me in.
You tell me of your background
And attract me to your body through your thesis.
I hope this story never concludes
because romantics end with tragedies.

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

Love is the most aggressive of the emotions,
It can always **** any other feeling at any time it likes.

Love can be as the world presents it
It can be upon a marvelous marble platter
Or it can be as people most experience it
It will be with you wherever you go
As true love is meant to be

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.

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

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

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

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.

Shall I let one temptation
Lead me down a road
Of which I would not travel otherwise
Rather than continue as if
It never existed at all?

I want to love
I want love
I will love
One day
Timidly
Before
I fall

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

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

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

Sometimes the wind blows you away,

But it's your fight that keeps you afloat
And your flight that keeps you alive
Yet sometimes you might have to go
And rest on the land in the shade
And finally let yourself fade
So you can find out how to die.

Everywhere I go
People's eyes glow
And my pupils shrink

Till now I have adored you
Imagined you in my presence, my future
But if it cannot be
Should I forget my romantic fantasties
And move past my heart?

Life will drown in the downfall
Because the faucet never stops

If we could achieve unity
Maybe you and me
Could live happily

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."

Some matches have a winner
And others have lighters
I guess mine have neither.

My eyes feel of those who just wept,
But I've just only woken up.
I remove my covers and toss them back on the bed,
No bother in making them neat.
I head toward my door,
Ignoring the light switch,
And begin downstairs.
There I meet them,
Face to face,
Loneliness.

Every time I see her,
May her grace be of the best,
My heart begins it's beating
And my soul may never rest

It was methodical, the way I went through my day,
Up out of bed, right to the dresser, down to the ground,
Pajamas droop to the floor as I await to gather them,
Toss them into the hamper and turn left to leave the room.
I would exit and enter the bathroom, look at the mirror,
Brush my teeth in tiny circles I only hoped to be exact
As if I could control the precision of my existence.

If we shall not exist
Than should I not love you in the first place
If the first place is all it will last for
And tomorrow is but another day of
My alone self, drunken upon my couch

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

The hand of my clock turns to people.
Perhaps for a second,
Some for a minute,
But for you, my eyes can stare for hours on end
And dread the second strike of twelve
That ends such a beautiful day
But births such a beautiful newborn.

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.