I have no where to hide
Nothing to blind me
The silent space between us
grows more and more
I don't know how I'll shield myself
from your eyes that never look my way
I don't know what to feel
Will I ever feel okay?

Everything I notice reminds me of you
Letters turn to words turn to sentences
all about you and you have no clue
I'm filled with what ifs and regrets
Is there anything I can do?

I have no other destination
No where else to go
There are no more distractions
to hide myself from reality
I no longer know how to avoid
my emotions
They are breaking down my walls
Will I overcome this one-sided devotion?

I wrote you poems you will never read
Sentences turn to stanzas turn to poems
all for you and I can't help it
I can't stop thinking about you anymore
*Will my thoughts of you ever quit?

The worst part came,
As she said goodbye.
As tears began,
To fill her eyes.

And if you happen to see me
Under the crescent ball of the night,
With my eyes heaving sleeplessness
But roused, nonetheless, for the idea of you-
Let the soothe of air with its kind intentions
Be the only pleasant interruption
Between the kiss of our yearning skins.

Helpful and caring
Eager to please any soul
R**aring for his heart

My skin is inked with
Blacks & greys
Across my essence
They dance their ballet
Their shadows reveal
A unique hidden beauty
Quietly waiting
Veiled with insecurity

But

I watch your colours
Bursting out
Patterns swirling
Your expressions shout
A moth to the flame
My senses delight
I want to paint passion
With you tonight

(C) Pixievic 2016

What does it mean to be mean,

I mind, my mind tells me,

So I read, I read, I write, I'm right,

I'm all at sea, you see.

Remembrance and photo albums.
Such items open up portals, to other souls, through time and space.
The moment where you were left there in a photo frame...
Is the place, where your heart recalls, that warm feeling of that time and embrace.
Family.
Lovers.
Past friends and newer foes....
Only the experience through these ages can one define us from those average joeys.
In the fields of hard times and the blackouts due to the Hysteria of Joy to Successes..
Opening up to a photo in an album can be the only force to make the one opening such, to "Confess.."
To one soul wishing to relive
The event and time that only the gift that a photo can give....
Helps us embrace and honor those we lost.
Understand our part in situations...
To understand how to comfort and honor one's strength during a loss.
The Photo in that photo album closes the portal to memories and "Astral Planes" in which we relive.
Moments in time. The gift that only  a photo in the photo album, such miracle of gifts, that only such portals in one's history can "sketches in history" give.