The beauty in silence...
Only heart that beats
The words and speeches we keep
In the deepest heart they drum
Heart that speaks the loudest
Let them not spill the words
If they 'd only irritate others...
The beauty of silence is in your heart
The words remain...
...safe and sound.

A little bit more
Just a little bit more
Pushed forward slowly
Steadily moving

Edge fast approaching
Pushed little by little
Step by step over the edge
I fall, Down I go

A little bit more
Was too much you know
Accept me the way I am
Do not push me so

Now it is too late
Am over the edge
Where darkness prevails
In the land of the dead

Paints of dark twilight hues,
Slathered across in blunt strokes.
Blend with deft hands,
Cajole gently with jabs and pokes.

Backdrop begging for a few others.
Longing to hold in infinite embrace.
Friends of earth and midnight sky.
Worthy of a doe-eyed lovers' gaze.

Cascading moonbeam...
Drenching all in silvery white.
Restless twinkling stars...
Singing their mismatched might.

Silhouetted landscape as horizon,
Darkened oils of plateaued ridges.
Finest brush could only manage,
To close the gap, I build bridges.

Nearing completion, this stint on canvas.
Nuances of dawn for what I've begun,
Usher the arrival of a brand new day.
All I need now is a few drops of sun.

Ink runs through me
Keeping me alive
Muse resides in my soul
And the pen bleeds
Sketching my emotions
Memoirs on paper
Can’t ever be expunged

Change is the prime motivator,
we always desire it,
we always seek it,
yet it constantly eludes us.

Have you ever walked into a room filled with people
and found a bit of you in every soul?
Have you ever observed how their bodies sway
and how each twist and turn has your essence?
Have you ever come to the realization that you aren't
unique?
Have you ever, ever wet your pillow after that realization?
Then,
*let's burn away,together