Crying on the kitchen floor

Wishing she was here

Is not the life she wanted for you.



Put out the cigar and throw away the alcohol

Take a walk



Pack your bags, pick up the baby,

And sell this dump.

Sell the place,

Where it happened...

Where everything happened.

And run away..



Just have your time to cry,

and follow your dreams.

Raise that baby girl strong.



Years pass and you're having a rough time,

You go to a night bar.

You call for the bartender to order a beer.



You start walking about call for a taxi.

You check your cell phone for the time.

It's dead.

You have a voice-mail,

but no calls.

The voice-mail is from Heaven.



You are crying too much,

It's making her sad.

She hasn't moved for three years.

She calling for you..



She calls you on the same day,

Two years later.

This time you answer.

She says it's her from Heaven.

She wants you  up here with her.



It's your baby's fifth birthday..

That morning you have a stroke.

While she's running to phone she collapses.

With the operator of Heaven on the phone.

I feel like I'm in a car crash that just rammed into the side of a brick building.

It's this stupid block.

Writer's block.

I have no idea

What to do or say.

Or even write.

Which most certainly makes sense considering it's writer's block

A thing that is most certainly not beautiful in any case.

Now tell me why...

Why the smallest of words,

Will give me an idea..Even if I have my journal out..

I remember it, even after it fades, I just never write it.

OH YEAH BECAUSE IT ONLY LASTS A SPLIT SECOND!!

I literally feel like I'm ramming into walls.

It's this writer's block,

I tell ya.

It is something to be scared of.

Her beauty strikes the mirrors so hard in surprise,

They break.

But every time she enters a room with a mirror or a reflective surface,

She fades,

And her face is left echoing on the mirror.

Men have tried tricking her into 'adult pleasure'

She refused.



Her voice as smooth and crystal clear as diamond raven beak.

Her figure as narrow as an arrow.

Her hair.

Whispers in the wind.

But her face.

Echos

Everywhere

She

Goes.

A few years ago..

When I was learning about clocks

How many hours were in a day, minutes in an hour...ect.

I never really thought about...

Time



Time,

To some people,

It seems like such a useless thing.

A thing unusable.

Well.

Time is neither living or dead,

Time neither repetitive or off track.

Time is time and honestly,

No matter how many times we watch the hour, minute, and second hand go 'round and 'round

We really can't control it.

So why do we even bother to keep track of,

Time?

I hope I don't turn you to dust,
I hope that this crush won't break your heart.
I hope this break won't crush your lungs,
So you can still hold a some what steady breath.
Please tell me if I tell you I'm leaving,
That this little crush won't turn to love,
And I wind up crush and breaking your heart,
I hope I don't turn you to dust.
Because my crush for you
Has now become insane
More.
Tell me how
I fix this,
When I leave,
I'll cry and cry again,
Just to be in your arms
Once again.
I hope this crush doesn't turn to love,
So I don't crush and break your heart.
Please tell me
...
That this...
Isn't..
Serious
Just
Yet.
Please...

I watch my love petals

from my love flower

drop, drop, drop to the floor.

I try to catch them,

But they fade and fall through my hand



I know that if I catch them,

Then I die,

But you'd live.

That's all I need right now.

You'd take my place





Last thing I know I'm holding the last

Love Flower Petal

And everything fades,

Everything goes black..







And I see flaming red flames ahead..

I took the wrong road,

By loving you.



I go straight through the flames of hell,

And see light,

With the Sun's face

Wearing your eyes.

Love Flower Petal

Falls through my hand...

Love Flower is gone..

You are gone..

I am here...

Waiting for the day you finally see

I risked my life

For you



They drop, drop, drop to the floor,

Through my hand,

In your splattered pool of screeching red blood.