When you finally realise
that all your precious rhymes
were wasted
on flitting butterflies
you'll walk away embittered,
lonely, and out of time
with nothing but fading memories
like a phantom limb
of the heat that comes
from that someone else's hand
in yours.

And someday
I will hear the tides
that crash upon your shore
their distant song
will call to me
but I will remain marooned
stranded on the ocean of your eyes
because for you
I would gladly leave
eternity behind.

If wishes did come true
then I wish . . .
I wish I were the air
the air that sustains you
that causes your chest
to rise and fall
the one thing you
can't live without.

I sought in you
the stars and the moon
but you said your
"I love you"
came much too soon
your kiss sighs 'Yes'
but your hands
they're screaming 'No'
with you I don't know
if I should stay
or if I should go.

You are my last breath
the final pocket of air
I keep buried inside
before I die
a martyr
of the brutality of your love
transcended and
transfigured.

Nicholas.

In the middle of my thoughts
You arrived in blaze and found
The remnant of my drunken, bleeding heart.

You were relentless
In pursuit of re-existence
From ashes and fragmented hopes

That exhausted afternoon
At scorching 4 o’clock
In the corner of the room

On the creases and the pillows
We shed our clothes
And re-assembled eternity.

How can you not hear my inner voices
and you're that clueless
that I'm already making a mess

Listen to the inaudible scream
look through the window
and find the glint

Lend me your ears,
hear my heart beat?
Hope this won't explode
as it goes to fast mode

My mouth is zipped
as I'm trying to keep
what is safely hidden inside
But the water's
overflowing in the glass
Here I am, trying to wait
for the next bus

But I need to grab the ink
and paste the unwanted feelings
For this is the only way
to grab a rope and not sink*

-A

10/4/14

Please, help me hold this candle
Show me the light,
make my world shine,
like your beguiling eyes
Led me the way,
where the bright future awaits

Let's make the most of everyday
Time's running
and the flames are burning fast,
candle's melting
but it's possible to make things last

I never heard an angel's voice,
not until you jabber away
When I look into your eyes,
I can see no lies

Thank you for holding the light
everything feels so right
It was a fleeting moment
before you blew the flame
because it was all nothing,
but a foolish game*

-A

10/7/14