The sublime,
And time,
Wrote this rhyme
To show the world what is in my mind.

I fight a curse
To make a verse.

Sometimes, I pretend
That I’m perfection.

I know a lot [little]
About what perfection is,
Because I know [think]
That I [may never] have
Seen it before,
But I think [pretend]
That when [if] I see it,
I’ll know.

[Maybe.]

I still remember
Her kisses laced with chap stick and wine
I remember her emerald eyes shining
In the dark
I remember her whispering
"To be continued?"
I know she had blackened lungs,
A messed up past
And a crooked heart
But I still loved her
With all of mine
I remember that question
That haunted her
"How will we ever get out
Of this labyrinth of suffering?"
I know all this
But I will never know
The last words she spoke

I shake
At the thought of losing you.
It starts in my head,
Then goes to my hand,
Till I can hardly write.
Then it spreads to my legs,
"Stop thinking!" they beg,
"So you can sleep at night".
I break
At the thought of losing you.
It starts in my heart,
(Oh what a place to start)
Till I feel nothing at all.
Then it spreads to my fist,
Sometimes to my wrist,
As my hand breaks against the wall.
I ache
At the thought of losing you.
It starts in my belly,
Then my legs turn to jelly,
Till finally, I fall.
Then it spreads to my lungs
And then to my tongue,
Till all I can do is bawl.

It's poetry isn't it?
A caged bird.

What we have here
Is a dreamer,
Someone completely out of touch
With reality.
Someone who jumped
Thinking they would fly.
Who knew
The rain falls because they cry.
What we have here
Is a dreamer,
Someone whose naivety
Got the best of them.
Someone who ran
Thinking no one could catch them.
Who knew
The world spun for them.
What we have here
Is a dreamer,
Someone who was killed
By a nightmare.

Maybe I'm just missing my home..
But I really feel like I'm searching,
For something I once knew well.
I hide my face in my hands too often,
Hoping for someone to tear me out
Of this hell I put myself in.
I would cry again, but whats the use?
Puffy eyes make me uglier.
Opinions of what to do with myself
Come out of everyone's mouth,
Screaming loudly for all to hear.
My thoughts are silent
Wishing for some life to spark in me.
Artistically speaking, my life is dull.
It used to flourish like the wilderness.
You haven't disappointed me.
I have disappointed myself deeply
Simply because I wait and wait.
I would run but where would I go?
Does it really matter what I think?
Sitting in one spot doesn't help.
So I'll sit in a field of wildflowers
Taking a simple step for myself
Where maybe I'll start to see.

Talk like rain
as every drop hits all surface
let your thoughts flow like
blood, dark as your faith
thick as the walls
that separate you
from the world
tell all, confess till you fall
weak on your knees.

Talk like rain
fear not the rhythm
that made you dance again
spill it, out of your head
resist not when it's time
to let go, to begin
it's your moment to reign
don't waste the chance
to be heard and seen.

Talk like rain
yet love like summer, again
do not hold back
do not fear nor regret
let love break the bars
that imprisoned your heart
you've missed the beauty
you've lost that part
don't let it tear you apart.

Talk like rain
'cause I'll be the ground
to willingly catch you
if ever you fall again.