She stood for so many silent minutes staring out that frosted window, replaying each season again in her mind.
  Tapestries of memory swiftly unraveled by such frigid winds.
Ice claws at those swollen eyes with fury but no feeling remains

      So much time has passed since those golden days of spring, when they danced in the firefly's flames
    They trusted the rain....made love in a home of dew and droplets wearing no more than laughter
Soon life went though that rain became storms that swept away those cherished joys

     House became home while secretly lacking the heart within its' foundation
   Hopes hung out to dry in the warmth of the sun returned scorched, little more than ash to hold
Dreams belong in the darkness so together they packed them away for safe keeping.

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No longer can she stand alone in the bitterness of winter, such gloom contaminating every facet of existence

     Stolen away the joy and hope that once existed, no more than raw flesh and bone remain

Fast falling from that cliff into the rocks below a sense returns that her spirit's free...


Tidal waves of time had carried those boats to different shores where they returned to she and he
Forbidden mentions of us or we...affections now buried somewhere in some sand...

11:54

A clock glares upon me like the devious desert sun.
How many times have these hands made this voyage?
The sands seem so vastly changed from yesterday

11:55

A single minute vanished in midair so soon
Did that moment matter? Did it mean more than time?
Minutes together create time but alone stand hollow

11:57

Life slips away with this departing time
Still I sit here staring at a comical clock
The unforgiving frozen mess that is my world

11:58

A heavy awareness of time voids its' truths
This clock being watched laughs in secrecy
Moments stolen; memories changed by these hands

12:00

Another day finished and again air is stale
The time has arrived to surrender again
Seconds that will never come again have passed
Minutes that never came will come again today

If I could be the one you want
That song in your soul always on repeat
Just a glance could save my life
Give back my breath and beating heart
Carry these crippling doubts away

If I could be myself for once
That book your heart just can't put down
Just a smile could break my silence
Give back these hands and moving feet
Scare these dripping fears away

If I could be a human being
That movie your spirit knows word for word
Just a truth could set me free
Give back the hope and fading strength
Wipe these shameful tears away

If I could be the friend forever
That call your being waits for all day
Just a hug could ease my soul
Give back these eyes and trembling voice
Take this dying boy away

Sorrow like steel bullets to that solid chest
       Siphoning those restful breaths
    Sprinting bewildered within a concrete jungle
         Scanning for release he needs

Anger like unruly blisters on those soles
       Aching silently from the foundation
    Assaulting the tattered wallpaper
           Awaiting the release he needs

Terror like pungent sweat down that frigid back
       Tinting the hue of his identity
   Trusting sincerely the happiness implied
          Thieving for the release he needs

Hopelessness like the deceiving lull of sleep
      Heaving him again into helpless vulnerability
   Hating vividly every moment undisturbed
           Hurting for the release he needs

Dependency like venom claiming those vicious veins
      Delivering toxic emptiness to the tombs of his soul
   Deemed forever another worthless ******
          Doomed forever to the release he needs

a house stands empty down there
basks under regal halos of the lanterns above
frigid linoleum comforts those frayed and lonely walls
so ******* hollow

a family disappeared back then
abandoning tattered threads of home
joyful days and lovely times no more
so many woes ago

a roof is caving in up there
fighting to spare the wistful floor
rotting hope resigns to death
so jaded with hatred

a house collapsed right there
without the sustenance of a home
heartless remains grab vacant stares
so many end that way

"Battery low, please recharge"
The phone says with fake dignity
Always trying to be brought to life
I simply don't want that for me

"Battery low, please recharge"
A phone seeks a new lease on life
Never quite pleads, more like a demand
But I would just beg for a knife

"Battery low, please recharge"
Stupid phone wants some more fuel
Not ever questioning of it's existence
And that's a fate I see as cruel

"Battery low, please recharge"
The phone is now starting to shout
Unaware it will always be kept from death
Unlike me who found his way out.