I have forgotten my Grandfathers face,
Crinkled eyes and sour drops.
Would He forgive me if He knew?
This thought invades my mind.
Sinks into my veins.
Nips at my nerves.
Will I be as forgotten as my Grandfather?
Will no one remember my candies?
My eyes.
Will there be no one to remember me?
Would I forgive myself if I knew?
   *That I hadn't lived enough to be remembered.

You know,
that thin line,
Between dreams and reality?
That's where I met you.

You know,
that thin line,
Between sleep and awakening?
That's where I see you everyday.

You know,
that thin line,
Between memories and illusions?
That's where I hide you.

You know,
that thin line,
Between dusk and day?
That's where I hold you tight.

You know,
that thin line,
Between dark and light?
That's where I kiss you.

You know,
that thin line,
Between a smile and a smirk?
That's where I see you blush.

You know,
that thin line,
Between you and me?
That's where I stay.

Meet me there
when the rain comes,
As the line dissolves,
As we melt together and drain away.

My dream was there
I had it tight
It wouldn't falter
I'd get it right
But I let it slip
Through weakened hands
And what happened next
I can't understand
My wishes dashed
My hopes all fled
And all the dreams I had were dead
What happened to my iron fist
That hard resolve that must exist
Why did I trip along the way
What happened on the fateful day
My dream was there
I had it tight
But lost my edge
And lost the fight

Endlessly onward winds the road
Dimmed by amazing mist o' grey;
Blindly I struggle 'neath my load
Yearning for some radiant day.

What terrors lurk beyond the bend,—
Horrors enough to break my heart?
And yet may I some peace impart,—
We shall n'er pass this way again.

Because for thee so great my love
Let me thy heavy sorrows bear
And palliate each strife and care;
My sacrifice a token prove.


~Hilda~

I don't want to be in your bed sheets.
And I don't want you tangled up in mine,
I made my bed this morning.
I don't want you in my bed sheets,
Tangled up in them
Entwined
As if they were the vines of lust,
Binding you to the mirage of Us
The vines of love are coated with dust,
It's dangerous.
It's slippery.
Wet like the ocean as soon as you dip in me.
They say the ocean is deep and within it lie secrets...
Kiss me farewell and dive to the bottom of the seven seas just to keep it.
I don't want to go swimming in my bed sheets.
Then they'd be drenched from the high tides of expired desire
I don't want to wring out the deception that you perspire
I don't want to make my bed again.
My laundry is clean.

How do you always work
And still don't stop you clock..
How do you always shine
And still so divine you sun..
How do you always reflect..
But still so correct you mirror..
How do you always advice..
And always so wise you father..
How do you always care..
And always ready to flare you mom..
How do you always cheat..
And manage to win you liar..
How do you want to be happy
When people consider you  sappy
How do you always want to love
While people hate you you heart
How do i always write..
May or may not be satire you writing..

Yesterday night
driving back,
from a party
where, I was
lonely in the crowd,
felt lost, disturbed
by the sound and fury
signifying nothing,
talking *******
little too much,
exasperated,
stopped
at a watering hole,
to feel once again
that I was still myself.
I sat lost in thoughts,
it felt good,
so went bit far, and then,
saw someone like you
sitting alone, looking at me ,
as if to recollect, who I was
with such keen interest.
For a moment
I forgot the time and place
and wondered:
"How could she forget me ever?"
*Someone like you ! how could I think?
there wasn't anyone like you, ever after.