Music says what your voice will not,
Soothing the soul and the heart,
Clearing the storm within you,
Helping the storm to part,
Reaching out to your soul,
Pulling you towards the sun,
Fixing your broken view,
Masking the pain
Preventing the world from bringing you down,
Allowing the void to close,
Let it be your friend,
It won’t let you down,
For you are unique,
Music is what makes you,
Leading the way forth,
You can go anywhere,
Take it all in,
The storm is almost over,
The music almost gone,
Your journey coming to a close,
Embrace the sound,
You’ve finally made it through.

“La vérité vaut bien qu'on passe quelques années sans la trouver.”
Truth is more valuable if it takes you a few years to find it.
Renard

If only I could touch
The way your words flow
The way your lips glide
The way December drives my unmoved nose into a crooked mess

When will you place your lovely hands
On the doorknob
Opening you up to a heavenly world
You never knew existed
Seeing it like I do

Why don’t you go outside
Silence
So you can hear the call of the landscape
And the rush of the heavens
Upon you

Quidni, inquit, meminerim
People will always forget what you did
DON’T FORGET ABOUT ME
They will always remember
The feelings you graced them with
Your presence
The overpowering scent
DON’T FORGET ABOUT ME

Time moves slowly
But passes rapidly
The days start to feel like months
Maybe it doesn’t matter if
My life is overthought away
Maybe the wonder of what if
Will make today what is

Are you sure?
Are you sure about that?
My life is as I want it to be
But I-
I don’t understand
Life isn’t always about understanding

Photographs tell the story of my grandfather
In the old country
Before he had to fight with every inch of his body
Just to stay alive
Photographs tell the story of me
With a mind
That didn’t treat me how I wanted to be treated

Just look up at the moon
I see it too
Its glistening radiance
Reflecting back on my sunglasses
DON’T FORGET ABOUT ME

My soup is getting cold
The Anemoi are blowing wind toward you
Tell them to stop
I can’t
Why not
Because Zeus was angry
Casting Typhoeus into Tartaos
And with that the wind was born

Am I really the only person who tastes her soup when it’s too hot?
It just bubbles and boils forever
Yet
It tastes so good
Nice and hot
Like the summer day where the umbrella
High in the sky
Shades us
Like trees in the forrest
Or the buildings that crashed
9/11 came like its planes that flew too fast

I can hear  her yelling out to me. She's inviting me to come closer, to fall into her trap. She's got the eyes of the devil, and the lips of an angel.
She tries to find ways to entrap my body; to really get under my skin. Her hair falls in brown curls down her spiny back. Her bony hands reach up to hold my own, and I'm stuck.
I'm stuck between two worlds. I can't find out what is reality and what is made up. My mind is set on the girl in my mirror. Her red lips gnawing my neck. Her fragile legs around my waist.
She's screaming my name. Mine! She's pulling my own curly, brown mane. She's locking those beautiful lips onto me own.
I blink, and she's off of me. I look at my mirror, hoping she's staring back at me. All I can see is her from behind. She's turned her back on me, and I'm desperate to know why. I reach my hand out to her, but all I can feel is solid glass.
She turns, a smile tugging on her lips, and vanishes.

They reach behind me in the storm
Oil rains from the sky
The wild are set loose to rain
Bringing wrath and leashing pain

The veins on my arms tighten
Waiting for the skies to lighten
The fear is gone lost on the brave
Waiting for the victory they crave

The light at the end of the tunnel
Fire twigs and matches bundle
Duck your head and harden your heart
Do my will and do your part

The earth is uncertain of which side its on
The skies are empty and the sun is gone
The clouds tremble and they hide
Waiting for the tide

Mount your steed and say your prayers
Deep into the earth many rocky layers
The core or heart of our home
The death of many to atone

The blood that was shed in this place
The world rid of every trace
Scrolls with words
Wings on birds

The things you trust and remember
The light to bring and darkness sever

Coasting past nature's giants,
I muse about all they could tell me.
Their leaves holding the energy of
100 years' eclipses and smoldering summers.
The day the sun was silent.
Roots drinking up the essence of our ancestors.
The last handful of dirt, sprinkled mournfully.
Rough, weathered skin forever holding two names together.
A boy carving initials into her bark with a shaky hand.
The wisest creatures the world could offer,
Living scrapbooks.
Listen closely,
For the wind that shakes their arms in a waltz
Is not simply a whistle, but a secret.

The moon breaks through the window with luminosity
Your chest rises and falls lightly with every calming breath
My pale fingers trace your gorgeous skin as I lay awake
I blink with every inhale of breath your sleeping body takes
Our legs are tangled together to keep us from moving apart

My fingers seem to trail towards your collar bones
Chirping crickets and hissing cicadas fill the silent void
My colorless lips tug into a smile for you have awoken
Your lips lure towards my ear in a swift manner
Words of love and wishes for the future pour from your lips

And we end the night with a simple kiss

A game of charades. Masks and mimicking.
See who i am behind all the layers. Boo, here i was.
Come and catch my shadows, running through the woods.
Hiding from the devil.
Playing chess with a mastermind of changing faces.
Sleeping in a cabin that's a little bit to big for just me.
Looking up at the night sky, wishing my life away on a dying star.
New eyes glare in to my windows, I wonder what happened to the old monsters...
Devil in the bed across the hall, whispering words of true wisdom.
Sun going to keep on rising, burning away all of the darkness of our hearts.

******* one last kiss, carry out my bags. Here i go, on my way to the masquerade.
I'll be the shadow dancing with the devil. Running through the steps : 1,2,1,2,3,4
Guessing what i could and couldn't be.
Go and grab a shovel and we'll go and dig up the bones of all my past lies and lives.
Hide in the shadow, cover your mouth not a sound can be made.
The closer they become, all the more deadly I prove to be.
Drop my mask.. here i go. Breath out the fire, and see all the sparks.
Go and **** to get the devil to listen to your story. Watch him cry as you tell him of the battle going on             between my head and my heart.

Bow my head but not my eyes. Look into the mirror, holding the devils hand, and see who you are today.
Wave away that impostor in am reflecting and prove all the ghosts I am seeing wrong.
Pulling the trigger and running.
Don't you dare watch.
Don't you dare look back.
Don't even think about getting caught.
But most important don't lose your mask!

Cover your ears, hear me screaming in the wind.
See all the blood and go and dance on all of the graves.
Watch the grand masquerade fade in the dark. Listening to the last note of a long song.
Saying our last goodbye...