I will ask you a question

“Do you remember the child you once were?

Who colored the crayons beyond the lines, shaping everything in that child’s imagination.

That painted the rivers green and the trees blue, full of wonder, putting nothing in order.

Now, I ask you this… What happened to that child?”

Why is that child now organizing the shapes, his head now a machine on rotate

He solves the puzzles but not his dreams
He gives the leaves a touch green, and rivers with blue...

What happened to the child who once ruled the world?

Now the World ruled the child."

Rain falling as if it was in slow motion

Hitting my pale skin

I stop, and look at the clouds

Dark and mysterious

Just like his eyes

The eyes that always looked at me

never through

The eyes that watched me

The eyes I loved

and learned to watch

The eyes that were closed for all of eternity now

I longingly stared at the eye lids I would never

watch flutter open in the morning,

or ever again

I finally broke my stare and let my eyes

drift to his lips

Remembering how they felt against mine,

how they felt on my skin

I bent down and kissed his forehead letting

a single tear roll down cheek

I watched as it hit his face

I took my thumb and wiped it away as he had done

so many times for me.

Smudging the make-up that the Embalmer

undoubtedly spent hours on

making him look like he wasn't dead

I stared at his face taking it all in for

one last time

I broke my stare once again,

letting my eyes wonder down his chest

and landing on his hands.

Wishing that I could hold his hand one more time

The way his fingers laced between mine.

When I fell, his strong hands were always there to pick me back up.

His fingers forever locked together at his waist

As I stared into the casket for the last time...

I let it all go

He was gone, no need to pretend that I was O.K

for the first time in my life I had a reason that everyone

understood, to just cry

He found me, fixed me

Made me a  better person

He just had to leave me

I vowed to find him

and I did

that night that he was laid to rest

forever

six feet under

Feelin' the morning breeze
Fall's coming says the wind
Smoke's been paying the lease
as the coffee bean aroma spins

With a cigarette in hand
Friday ideal fills the land
We search for our true friend
as the bustle of the day begins

I don't know how to start this.
I don't know how it'll end.
Because I don't like where we left things.
We'll never be "just friends."
I just go about my day, while you're hundreds of miles away.

I wonder if you ever think of me, if I'm on your mind.
I hope I am, but other times, I hope you've left the idea of me behind.
I don't want to be the one holding you back.
You are an eagle getting ready to soar.
But if you're still thinking of me, I'll just be clipping your wings, when you could have so much more.

Timing is everything, and time did not give us a hand.
It stood by and watched us as we were drowning in the sand.

You're the only one who ever made me feel like my time wasn't wasted.

I don't know what to do.
But I know the only one I really want is you.

Is our time up?

Close your eyes,
And listen deeply,
The wind is weeping,
As he is fading.

The memories of us,
Slowly passing by,
Leaving no trace,
Of reminiscence.

Even the wind;
It wept,
Ceased - vanished,
Forgotten yesteryear.

Come closer dear Death.

I'm here raw,  
bruise is open and lungs are sore.
eyes dilate like a bursting bomb,
as if fear itself fumigates,
combusting, flaring,
seeping inward
without vow
from fumes
to wounds.

I shall row to the ocean
of my regrets,
sulken, and grieving
of the times
wasted
into bins.

To the kisses
I ****** couldn't--
To the hugs
I've chosen not to--

May all be merry
when I'm gone.
and realize
how lone
you shouldn't
be.

I dance away this, everything
each move fractures another
window of the prison, shatter.
Shatter! Suddenly it is so
quiet.
Thoughts freeze, emotions boil
everything is too silent, after
after the constant moving.
Dance! Madness is everywhere
dance away, every bit of the
captivation. Inside.
I am madness, in the form of art.