As the night sky turns red,
The moon seems to crack,
To split, look dead,
Never to be put back.

It glows brighter when dead, but looks lost.
Out of place in the unverse,
How much did this sacrifice cost?
For such a beautiful thing to be reversed?

Under the stars, the moon shatters,
Fragments into a sad cloud.
Hanging here and there in tatters,
Blocking off the stars with a silver shroud.

The moon is gone, and with it, another
A small moon, but shining just as bright.
She's gone, and so is he, together,
As the moon splits this darker night.

Time is immortal, and some say wasted,
Yet those who turn the tide in their favor,
Are always assumed to be cheaters, or ****.
It never happens when those who are free,
Turn on one another in betrayal.

I'm poetry and writing, feelings are told,
Whether in love, hate, or some other emotion.
It doesn't matter, it is the apparent grammar that people look for.
Not the emotion, the expression, the grammar.

Eternity is not time, not a state of mind,
It is the only thing that love is,
Older than the world itself, and as strong.
Hate burrys those who can't see,
Love makes those who can dream,
Eternal.

To those who fall into the void,
And those who are stuck in the black hole,
We are the shooting stars and dreamers.
We last only a little bit, but burn brightly.

To those who disturb,
And those who deceive,
You will be forever,
As a being more dispiseable than death.

To those like me,
Who share nothing, and feel everything,
I commend you for being strong.
I love you for it.

Yet it never helps,
Years and years pass by,
Confide in someone, and love them
For that is why you exist




To love...

In a distant place, everyone is linked.
In spirit and mind, music and life.

But that place isn't so different,
Or far.

This place is the bond between sufferers,
Those who are mistreated and scorned.

Not far at all.

So a heart and a mind collide,
And create this new realm, where love is real.

Just outside in the dark corner.

They love each other, lovers in suffering.
And yet he is scared to tell.

So very far.

Hesitating as they drift apart,
Now the love is silent once again.

So far, and still linked.

There is a golden point in each life.
Where the world is right and happy,
But it never lasts.

We all know of these points.
As time goes on, these moments happen less and less.

And the world moves on.

So we live our lives and close our eyes.
It only hurts to remember, or does it?

Golden in hue, silver in value,
But grey in color.
We forget those times,
When happiness is our lives.

Well that's the unfortunate thing,
We can't go back,
We wish for it,
And never recieve it.

Can the silent learn to speak?
Can the deaf hear at a peak?

Can those oblivious see?
Will anyone answer this for me?

Does the world know it's dying?
Or can people only see those in pain as a nuisance crying?

We are all greedy in our own way,
Never letting our greed sway.

So tell me,

Are you the silent who can speak?
Are you the deaf who can hear at peak?

Are you the oblivious that can see?
Please, answer this for me.

There are many things we promise not to do,
Swear, hate, love, lie.
Yet all of these things we break. And so end a friendship.
Or was it a hate based friendship?
I'll never know.

Maybe someone out there does,
However so slim.
The principle of these terrible things
That drive a person to hate.

I'm alone, always have been, always will be.
Abandoned by friends, family, and even myself.
So I close myself, and lose all feeling.
Can you feel my heart yet?

No? Well let's see.
The end.
That is all I see. Crimson and gold as the sun rises in the east.
Then sets black and purple in the west.

All I can think is,
Never again.