His eyes will take your breath away,
They'll beg you to give in and play,
To come with him to worlds unknown,
For pleasure like you've not been shown.

His voice will melt your frozen heart,
Then rip all arguments apart,
To force your will to bend and break,
And give him all that he can take.

His kiss will drain your soul bone dry,
Consuming every truth and lie,
Absorbing all your fear and pain,
To set your true self free again.

His skin will burn your gentle touch,
And drive you wild each time you clutch,
Enslaving you to his commands,
To give in to all he demands.

We spend our days in motion,
    Lost in a haze of chores,
    Forever racing forward,
    Just counting up the scores.

    We count down every moment,
    Like time is running out,
    Forever surging forward,
    No time for any doubt.

    We know our days are numbered,
    Life won’t hold the attack
    Forever facing forward,
    There is no turning back.

    We hoard each precious second,
    Long hoping for a break,
    Forever marching forward,
    With each new step we take.

This cloud of words hangs over me,
Each one a bitter memory,
Their dark embrace all I can see,
A cold unbroken symphony.

This sea of words that swallows me,
Each one a glimpse of destiny,
Their venom-soaked monotony,
Repeating for eternity.

This swarm of words engulfs my soul,
Each one a sting of lost control,
Their poisoned blades on dark patrol,
Collecting on their ****** toll.

This web of words within my mind,
Each one a glimpse of days behind,
Their light not for one of my kind.
A happiness I'll never find.

This storm of words from dreams unknown,
Each one a love where hate has grown,
Their force and wrath so quickly shown,
Will leave me some day on my own.

Face are ambiguous
It's not too hard explaining this
But there is no real face that fits an objective depression

Let it be a lesson
Not to judge others by their discretions
Silence can be the embodiment for the saddest people of them all

People big and people small
That minds that stand and the ones that fall
We can all relate to the pains of the others around us

Yet remain so soundless
Never finding commons grounds and,
Becoming trapped in a cycle of solitude
How could we be so rude?
When there are millions of others who suffer the same sorrows as our own

Maybe not full blown
But at least enough to be known
That there is someone out there who relates to our pain

Cause it's a stain in our brains
That makes us think we're insane
We must open up to others
And not lead lives that are mundane

Everyone carries with them, a face of depression
So let it be a lesson
That there's no objective face to depression

The lieutenant walked somberly up to me in the crowded walkway of decapitated foreign bodies. He raised both hands up to his forehead and stiffly saluted me simultaneously with each.

“Sir,” he said with a look of defeat on his face, “the brothers…”

Reading the melancholy look in his eyes, I took off running down the aisle, hurdling over piles of the enemy scattered all about the grocery store.

Turning the corner at the end of the aisle, my heart dropped down through my feet to the ground as I gazed upon the aftermath and fell to my knees. There in two chairs facing each other were my alien comrades, brothers as it were, sitting limply and almost lifelessly. Struggling through the last bits of pain, their thin arms set delicately on the arm rests of their chairs struggling to reach out to one another.

I began to cry.

Kneeling beside them, I softly grasped each of their hands and laid them atop one another as the distant stares in their eyes became more vacant with each passing moment. I placed my hand on theirs, lowered my head, and sobbed relentlessly as my breaths became short.

When I looked up, the two brothers were hunched over and almost motionless setting next to one another staring longingly into each other’s black, moribund eyes. They gazed deep into each other souls consoling their sibling in their final moments, staying connected down to the last second. I laid my other hand atop their touching hands and cried gasping for air as I kneeled there next to their dying bodies.

As they passed, I felt the greatest sense of love I have ever felt for this set of alien brothers, whom I had never before met.

I survive, I strive, I sacrifice, I strengthen
I live, I lie, I let down, I learn
I differentiate, I decide, I demand, I deduce
I respect, I revive, I redefine, I redesign
I am, I analyze, I articulate, I anticipate
I conquer, I condescend, I confine, I cultivate
I improvise, I initiate, I inspire, I invent
I grieve, I gather, I grumble, I grapple with my inner demons
My life in a few words, nothing I can't overcome or handle
because I am who I am, don't matter what people think of me.

Thinking back on my life, when I was a little child;
So outrageous and bubbly doing things that were wild.
Thinking back on my life, all those wonderful years;
Not a care in the world, no worries, no fears.
Thinking back on my life, all the advice I was told:
What a wonderful child, my parents hoped they would mold.
But as we all know, it's not always what we dreamed;
Life gets harder, and to us it's not always how it seemed.
There are two roads in life: the right one and wrong one;
The wrong one I chose and it seemed life was done.
But as time has went on, I had to agree;
I can do and be anything I want to achieve.
I have tried over and over and failed to succeed;
But I am a SOLDIER, that's what I believe.
My LIFE is too precious to let it slip away;
I must try harder and harder each coming day.
One day soon, I'll be All that I am;
How do I know you ask?
BECAUSE I KNOW I CAN!!!!

If you saw me on the street
would you stop and talk to me
or would you look right past me,
a stranger you didn't see?

I often think of you,
do you ever think of me?
one day I hope we meet again,
you'd be so proud of me.

I want to share so much with you,
like all my favorite things.
There's so many things we could do,
so much you haven't seen.

Ten months ago,
you left us all alone.
Not even five months old then,
mommy six weeks pregnant
and alone.

I always wonder why
my daddy went away.
Mommy says you love me,
and you'd be back again someday.

So do you ever think of me,
the way I think of you?
Mommy says I look like you,
do you think so too?

Time goes by so fast,
I'm growing everyday.
I'll look very different soon,
that's why I wonder everyday...

If you saw me on the street
would you stop and talk to me
or would you look right past me,
a stranger you didn't see?

written for Mazzie my love