Split between the tiniest of chords
A melancholy moan echoes
A cold and merciless sword
Explaining the destructive woes

The strings of nerves toyed and pulled
A heartbeat drum fades to dark
As a somber life is culled
Leaving behind a vivid mark

So we met in middle school
Feeling oh so awkward
Both of us alone and not "cool"
Not knowing the future we walked toward

Each time we meet
It's like I'm playing a guessing game
The sound of your voice is so sweet
Each time I'm hoping nothing's the same

So we burn in the sun
And talk together at night
Reading the clouds never seemed so fun
Falling asleep until twighlight

Shared whispers
Cracking jokes
Walking along the beach shores
I feel like my love is a hoax

Each time we meet
It's like I'm playing a guessing game
The sound of your voice is so sweet
Each time I'm hoping nothing will change

Then one night, after you get home
I tell you my feelings
For me it's a guessing game,
But you say, "I'm with another guy."

I'm always playing a guessing game
A guessing game, guessing game,
A guessing game!
Guessing the feelings of the world...

Each new day brings a new guessing game.

Staring into their eyes,
Longing for the other
Sharing their aches, but never saying why.

He whispers, "You are the only one."
And he means true,

She replies, "I love you."
And she is truthful.

When the dawn comes, she is on a bed,
Breathing labored, and in pain.
He holds her hand, in such agony
At not being able to help more.

The fevor spreads,
And life is anew,
While she faded.
He holds the new life, and cries terrible tears.

"You are the only one left..."
He whispers to the child.

But he sees something,
The love that she showed him,
And that child, is the only one important to him

Let the fires burn over me.
The darkness of the inferno is magical.
We feel and burn as we drown.
The hell of life is over.

Water and fire, opposites yet the same
Cliche in their principal but simple in theory.
We still die either way.

Unturned and becoming undead.
As the fire strengthens the water,
Boiling, bubbling, becoming death incarnate.

And we burn, burn so much,
As the water is scalding, scalding our skin
Our minds,
Our hearts,
Our souls.

And the pain, it helps...

Red and glinting,
Hot and boiling.

The glowing in the sky,
Caused by stars starting to die.

They explode in a majesty of colors,
And provide wonders in death to others.

Then they fade into black,
Becoming mystery, never coming back.

As the stars burn in their final hours,
Space gains new powers.

A new star, brighter and more elegant,
Is born shining it's light, almost shining fragrant

We meet, she's afraid, I'm nervous,
She pushes away, I push to make friends.

Clearly I see her in pain,
And she can see I'm no different.

We talk, I nervously,
Her, rather like a punk.

But we bond, she's no longer afraid,
I'm friends and no longer nervous with her.

Then she's tortured again,
I can't stand by.

I throw myself at the danger,
Without caring for my own life.

I'm hurt, but she is safe.
And she tells me goodbye, and that scar runs deep

I say goodbye as well,
And cry to myself.

I lost the small one that I cared for,
The one who I loved and held closest.

So I sit here, wondering at the stars,
Who just shine in their infinity.

While they watch over, sentinels of light,
I'm down here, showing how I care for the small.

We were happy, or so he thought.
They kissed and loved in the sun,
But she felt her mind is too weak.

He didn't care, he loved her for the person she was.
And she was afraid of her own mind ruining him.

So they parted.

He is now hurting so terribly

She, well she is saddened to have left him

They still stay together, but never as lovers.

Speaking, helping, and supporting.

Eventually maybe they will love again.

He gathers his courage,
Cannot commit to telling her.

He Braves his heart,
And tells her then.

This constant heart changes each day and loves still.
And she loves too, holding his love carefully.

And they live, lives of happiness and sadness,
Just as it was meant.

New love springs,
Like roses covered in thorns.

A field of vast grass whispers in the breeze and never changes.
And these two hearts still beat together.

A love so sure,
It rules over constant hearts.

Common traits are known,
But those traits of space and the sky,
Hold infinite possibilities.

To wonder, dream, create
Advance, explore, be yourself,
And yet the times end

In a heart never moved by time

They burn the brightest when nights are darkest
And simmer to death near dawn
When two are watching them, they twinkle.
And children looking to the stars dream.

They are silent, a companion to all
But they suffer in silence
Never to experience the hope, the love, the dreams,

They watch, sparkling, silver deities
As those lovers kiss
When the child becomes great
Or when a person ends.

They suffer with no means to love those
Who watch them and dream.
Silently suffering, yet happy
Traveling into those, who yearn for freedom

They turn that suffering into a burning shine

Deep in the world, surrounded in awe
Is a cave full of music
With sounds so perfect,
It echoes forever into history.

This cave is unexplored,
Unnoticed,
Alone
To all but one.

Each person, alone or with many,
Has a cave full of music,
Echoing through their body and mind
While leaving the world void of its beauty

And a cave who is never opened out,
Is never heard
Or used
Or praised to be great.

This knot is choking me,
Dragging my throat backwards,
Keeping me from being free.
And preventing me from the goals I look toward.

Thrown into the chaos of ones life,
Boils the soul to its core.
Sometimes to heal the strife,
Other times to heal never more.

To the end of time this knot will reach,
Until we cut or hang from it.
Dive into the freedom breach,
Or swing from a rope, over a pit.

This shining mirror, black as oil,
Made from all the sweat and toil,
Of a man in a hollow so dingy and gross.
Working in sorrow and loss.

Oh how he weeps and creates beautiful things!
But his heart hurts when his hammer pings.
The sadness reflects in his gorgeous art,
But it keeps splitting his fragmented heart.

Yet he keeps working, even though he cries
Never ceasing, until he dies.
Some say his ghost still works,
And through the obsidian mirror he lurks...

Music rolls through the halls, echoing through the tunnels into the ears of those sleeping.

Come on, we must dance to these wonderful sounds!

And they dance, as the fires burn on the torches and candles.

We'll be okay, let's just head home, the world is never going to end!

The music stops and the world slows,

They kiss and tell their love, but the tunnel collapsed.

Young and in love, so cliché, don't you think so?

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.

The dawn rises pink and gold,
Yet I lay here feeling decrepit and old.
Breathing and crying,
Over my heart, small and dying.

I love her, and cannot tell.
Every moment I see her is an agonizing hell.
Inspired and talented,
That's what she'll be until I'm dead.

So look at the rosey dawn,
Before you know it, it's gone.
As the sun rises on a morning,
Of a poor man, heartbroken mourning.

A sketch, a word,
A piece of paper.
With emotions never heard.
That was sent to him or her.

Completely ignored by the crush,
As a sad person loses their heart
Or hangs from a noose strung in a rush.
And a soul and mind depart.

A burning desire,
A timeless sorrow,
Burning like a blue fire,
Scorching the dawn of tomorrow.

Horrid and deppressed.
A black hand reaches from the shadows.
To turn people sick and compressed.
When they drown in the shallows.

An ignored confession,
An oblivious crush,
With a knife session,
Put against the skin, where the color is blush.

A single drop,
Of Crimson liquid.
Most of the time considered a prop,
To shrivel up and die, as the knife cuts mid.

They're never seen again,
In love or memory
When the love feels the pain,
And sees with eyes that can't see.

Into the shadows a man can walk.
Without guidance or hope.
A darkness called hate,
That will never leave, but stalk.

The simplest things are dangerous,
And everything can ****.
Anything else would be scandalous,
While man and women scream their voices shrill.

A sad time, and a sad place.
This is where the darkened go.
Not heaven, or a shiny palace,
A dark dungeon, that tortures people so.

Pyres burn,
Fire roasts,
As flesh cooks on the spurn.
The beasts who cook are generous hosts.

The dungeon is meant to break,
Not to imprison.
Sanity is theirs to take,
With a wraith-like vision.

So beware the shadows, into people walk,
For it burns and scars the weakened heart.
Leaving a body outlined in chalk.
As the body and soul depart.

The ink from a pen is always dark.
It never changes and is dfinite
Black, white, yellow, red
The ink doesn't matter.
It is what is written...

A poem, a song, a story
All of them are the result of the ink
To enjoy a love, is never easy

Am I seen in this world?
I do not know. Any celestial being
Human, or animal seems unreal to me.
An addict I cannot become, yet the temptation grows.

Assistance, help, love,
All of these I need.
For I feel my own mother has lost her love
She follows a path, oblivious to the misgivings of life.

I turn away,
I fail, I am terrified.
The world is big,
And yet, I seem so small.

I fear for my sanity,
As I hear whispers in the gloom.
"The end, you will never survive"
And my heart grows darker with each whisper

I wish to tell somebody,
Yet no one will understand.
Not the plight of a troubled youth,
They only see a boy who is sick.

Help is an illusion,
Assistance a fake,
Love?
I do not know it.

For how can one know love,
If it is never shown to you?
Darker and darker thoughts emerge
As my brain fades into sadness forever.

A darker sadness
Which sleeps, dormant
To be tried for death,
From a tormented soul