I will await you where the sidewalk ends;
listening to the rain tap upon the cobblestones.
Sheltered in the darkness under a black umbrella
as the cold, autumn wind tickles my bones.

You will find me sitting upon a marble bench
behind the splendor of a willow tree.
And its fallen leaves will keep me company
as they did to those who waited here before me.

Daylight creeps across the leaves
and branches bent by autumn wind;
a pale echo of a world bereft.
Wake! while your spirit sings
still of beauties down distant paths
dressed in twilight, full of stars.
Like memories present
amidst dreams that ne'er fade,
like mist on rainy morns, but creep
like ghosts, like ghosts.

I wish to be
one who sails the wind.
I wish to be
one who gets lost in the clouds.
because even though lost,
up there, I won't panic at all.

A one-eyed man I met,
from far away he'd traveled here.
In search of what he'd lost,
he told me of a place that can't be seen
where men who bravely die
rise in glory and await the fated day.

I did not believe his words
for then I was a fool.

Two wolves were by his side yet
I did not feel afraid.
Two ravens he had lost, he said
and asked if I could help.
My doubts would be gone
if I helped for they could speak.


Then the dreary night came on which
I met one of the two.
A tapping on my chamber door
revealed to me the truth.
"Nevermore" the raven said and
now I believed.

Dark age knocking
Thumping on your door
Entering your home
Through the gates of war

You see the reflection
Of its shape in the mirror
With each step it takes
It draws ever nearer

It comes then disappears
Like a serial killer
A giant sword in its hand
Bigger than a pillar

In its mind the power
Of endless deception
It will deceive you
You are no exception

Forever robbing you
Of all your expressions
Killing for its cause
But no time for confessions

A tulip in a field of roses gazes into me
With uncertainty and with passion.

Her dazzling lips steal my gasp,
As though I was stabbed
By a sword forged in wonder.

Her hair is like woven moonlight,
Her caress is like sweet honey,
And her voice the light in my darkness.

My thoughts go numb at her sight
As the solemn silence breaks free,
And I only wish to hold her
Like the candle holds its flame.

In the magic of the dark I am lost.
And though alone I am here,
lonely I am not,
for I feel its beauty around me.
No, I, create that beauty.
I paint the dark, the brushstrokes,
leaving a trail of darker shades in their wake.
I paint portraits of nature and of mesmerizing beauty.
And... I stare at them, for it is all I can do.
I watch the trees I paint grow and the flowers bloom,
and I watch the mountains break and the clouds move.
But rain does not fall for I feel no droplets of water touch me,
nor do I hear them...
The rocks too... they are sturdy and sharp, I see them so,
but upon my touch they turn to weightless air.
And... I stand in silence, for it is all I can do.
Though lonely I may not be here,
alone I certainly am,
for the beauty I so desperately want, wants me not...

We are all but leaves on a branch;
come autumn we fall,
come spring we grow.

Cold as a hunter's heart came the wind.
Clouds as grey as a wolf rode across the sky.
Vultures pecked at the once-vigorous villagers.
Crimson liquid dripped from their beaks.
The stench of the decaying corpses merged
with that of the coming rain.
Empty homes longed for the happy children
that once lived there...
Gone. All of it gone.

The sun never warmed the village again,
but the flames which turned it to ash did.
Once... and nevermore.
The flame's light was be the last the village saw.
Then, into the darkness of history it faded...
Once... and forevermore.

Lost, I walk through the ruins of the found,
A mirrored false hope entangled around
The blinding light far in the distance,
Poisoned and tainted its existence.

I begged and prayed, but no one was there,
Now I'm frightened, like a mouse in a dragon's lair.
The darkness has reached the roots of my world,
It's coming for me, with its vortex all curled.

Like the dying breath of a candle flame
My dreams vanish alongside my name.
I've long-realised there is no rebirth,
So now I only drown myself in this soiled earth.

There is a river that everyone wants to cross.
And everyone wants to be on the other side,
believing that it's there that everything lies.

And some wish to cross it, because
they are running towards something,
while others wish to cross it, because
they are running away from something.

But in the end, it is we who need to build
the bridge, and not wait for someone else
to do it for us.

Sometimes we think
we’re holding onto
someone, not realizing
that they’ve let go and
we’re only holding
the thread that used to
connect us.

My desperate thing
You cling to life
Like a wingless bird:
Free yet chained.

She holds the light, tender in her hands,
In mixed colors her eyes glimmer
The fusion of water and desert sands.

Her hair a velvet made of sunshine,
Her mouth extends, forms a smile
Touching cheeks as red as wine.

Skin so soft, so warm but pale,
Distant memories sadden her face
On which fallen tears have left a trail.

In the land of the honest,
the liar is king.

Within him dwelt the stars
and she was his moon

Death is eternal.
We Fear it,
We hold it,
We embrace it,
But we can never,
Truly face it.

He could not hear
and she could not speak.
Through pain they realized
that all that matters is to feel.

In my dreams I find a sanctuary,
Beside stones of shattered amethyst.
Lighted, by the blood red moon.

I watch them glitter brightly,
And absorb my inner thoughts.
I indulge, in the essence of tranquility.

My suffering fades from within,
As I lose myself in a world of solitude.
I wish, to never leave this lonely place.

Sometimes I wish to be the rain.
To be careless and free, and feel no pain.
To guide someone, and be their inspiration.
To bring two souls, hugged, under one umbrella,
To have them be filled with a much loving sensation,
And have their hearts sing a long-lasting a capella.

A hallow gaze meets me halfway
On the path from somewhere to nowhere.
She's dressed in colors, in a world of gray.
I simply see her, now here, then there...

Like a mirage, created by my needs,
Like a goddess, that listens to my pleads,
She's like a raven that whispers "nevermore",
She's like the wishful peace, in times of war.

I only wish to see her in my dreams or in reality,
I do not care where, as long as she's next to me.
In this world of monochrome, she is an abnormality.
She simply is... like a land at sea...

Gray days, grayer nights.
One leaf, stands out
in many, like a pearl
in dirt.

It seems that
Forevers
Also have
An ending...

Late at night
I see what I've become --
A picture on the wall of death.
And I wish I could've not,
But I'm already dead and gone.

The darkness creeps in,
And light is no more.
No keys in this room
Not even a door.

Fear not for all's well,
The demons will leave
So please be patient
You'll no longer grieve

Like worms in dirt we burrow
Our faces and expressions
We force them to dwell there.
We make that our obsession.

We know how fragile they are,
Yet we make them fight their way out.
Then we wonder why they're broken
Like eggs when they surface about.

Then yet again we do the same,
And plead them to survive unhurt,
Even though we know they are
Buried inside our bodies' dirt.

We stayed the same
When everything around us
Changed.
But everything around us
Stayed the same when
We changed inside.

Like waveless water I am.
Static; unchanging.
Nothing. Nothing ever changes within me.
But, empty I am not.
I am not empty, I have pain.
And pain it may be, it is still with and within me.
And though hurt me it may, I am not alone and I am not empty.
And I will never, ever, give it up!
For it is the sole thing which tells me, that I am...
Alive...

A shadow walked beneath the streetlight
When the night was dark, with no moonlight.
And as the shadow watched how the stars glittered brightly
They too peeked at it ever-so-slightly.
"I know 'tis my color which frightens you most,
when I walk the nights not as pale as a ghost,
but as dark as the night sky would be without you;
a blackness not even you can peer through."
Bellowed the shadow at the stars.

Many moments of still silence passed.
The shadow only stared at the sky so vast
and waited for the star's responding taunt.
But they remained somewhat nonchalant.
"Are you not angered by what I dare utter?
Have you no words you wish to sputter?
Has the night chained you like a mindless slave?
Have you already dug your own grave?"
And waited the shadow, for answers which never came.


"Have you too grown weary of this old me,
have you too decided to leave; to flee?
Nay, that is untrue, I still see you here,
though dim you are I beg you not to disappear."
Asked and begged the shadow.
"Because who then shall I ever vex,
while I live enshrouded by this wretched hex?"
In displeasure spat the shadow.

"I see you fading back into your abyss,
now all that is left for me is to leave and reminisce.
Then I shall return when once again the moon is no more,
for she is the one I most certainly wish to ignore."
The shadow dissipated, waiting to come another night.

Death is a relief for the dying,
But a suffering for the living.

Twilight.
Neither day nor night.
A welcome; a goodbye.
A bridge.

It’s the appetizer before the meal--
a clue of what's to come.
Like when you were a kid
and shook your wrapped present
to guess what was inside.

It's the beauty before the allure.

The morning was there, shinning like  
Freshly smithed iron. And I, I
Was in my room, tightly gripping a knife...

The window opened and I saw  
A cat brush against the wooden frame.
"Still the same, still the same" I heard it  say.

"Let me be, and just let me die.
I beg to have the last moments
Of my life; to do so in solitude."

"Fool... still the same..." I heard it say.
Its eyes looked at me as though the void
Was staring at me with its emptiness.

"Leave, ****** cat. All I knew is wrong,
All I had is now gone. I am...
Empty... so tell me why I am a fool."

"All you knew may be wrong, but all  
You did not may be right. Why turn a
Circle into a half one? Tell me why."

"I don't understand you demon, go,
Leave  me, let me die alone, let me
Be at last, at peace. I wish only for that..."

"Still the same, still the same" I heard it say
"Why run and get tired, when you can walk
And feel at ease, and have strength for later?"

"Leave me, whatever you are, leave me
And let me die. I do not understand
Your riddles, and words as empty as my soul."

"You do as others have done, you fail as
Others have failed. Like a cockroach you
Search for the darkness in the light."

"Go away, I am no petty insect... I am less,
A virus, a virus that only kills others and
Not itself. Now leave and let me die alone."

"Blood will not spill your sins,  steel will
Not end your grief. No death will bring life.
And no darkness will escape the light. Now see..."

The morning was there, shinning like
Freshly smithed iron. And I, I
Was in my room, tightly gripping a knife...

Where's the fun in being perfect?

If you knew what
was waiting for you,
would you fight for
or against it,
or would you sit
and wait for it come
for you?

Insane and weird* -- some may think of me.
Shattered and useless -- others may think of me.
But I am what I am -- *different!