Her sigh rang out
While the sky turned grey
One by one the clouds dropped
Oversized cottenballs
Kissing her face
She stood there as it washed over her
So what if the sky is falling
When she has nowhere
Left to go
Held her hand in the moonlight
In the morning she was gone
Stand still, tomorrow will be gone
Her along with it
Goodbye woman of the clouds
I hope you find someplace to hide
The ground shall never be as forgiving
As the sky

Not all destruction happens with quickness, explosions, proverbial volcanos, and the such
Sometimes the sky falling to rest at your feet never thinks to make a sound.
Threads slowly being strained at the seams till they burst.
Stone cathedrals eroding as waves  lick  time into the sea.
Rain drips crashing through a spiders web silent as a whisper.

There is a beauty to be found even under the most dismal of rocks

He stands right as rain on the towers of the chapel of decadence
Light wit and snarky tooth

Bright eyes yet to be bleached by life
His father did not rip out his soul
Its seen in the up curl of his lip

By his age his sire had already drown
Spitting up saltwater on the daily
His insides rotting with regrowth
That was destined to wither and die

But the sons foliage a tree well watered sense sowed
Raident blossoms and deep roots
Stands tall strong against the wind

We are but a grain of sand passing through the hour glass of infinity.
A blip on the radar, the floaters on the eyes of earth.
If someone happens to be extremely lucky, maybe the missing puzzlepiece to a bigger picture.
But being a legend doesn't mean you
still live.
The incects on the windshield, hold no more importance then those caught by a hand.

We hold ourselves so high though in the long run we all fade.
Some shooting stars, others a ink smudge on a letter to a loved one,
And a few the coffee stain on the kitchen counter that never goes away.

He stood there in the rain far away from himself
Cold dead hands gripped the railing
Blood raw knuckles
For fear of letting go
Would open chances of falling
Tumbling down the corridor of himself
Repeating the loop once again

So he ran swallowed in puddles
Of past sin
He ran from himself
Everyone he's ever been
Or ever will be

If you forget who you are
You cease to exist
Were you ever there before
Or just figment of our imaginations


Blood raw knuckled
Hollow cheeks
And muddy souls
Wake up tomorrow
As someone new

Lose the need to run from yourself
Yesterday's always on your heels
Till tomorrow will not come

That earth shattering moment when you anticipate one more step ascending a staircase.
A moment we've all encountered, everything stills but for the rapid beating of your heart.
Overwelmed with blank fear of vertigo, and for a second of eternity space and time go black.
The world caving into the point of a needle sewing your mouth shut.
Pure uninhibited panic.

Then just as suddenly your catapulted rapid fire to the half dazed dream that is reality.
With the hyperaware realization that the smallest sliver of your soul has been shaved away.
To rest in the cracks of your recklessness a reminder of the folly in miscalculation.

One of the many moments we leave scraps of ourselves in the hinges
That make up the film reel of existence.