The hardest farewell ever made will give the most peace of mind.

You can only batter that which has already been torn apart for so long before it simply dies
No rebirth
No healing
No second chance
It dies.

All those who watch point their boots towards better lives and move on
one less person to worry about getting in the way

Now that it is gone they can focus on themselves
and life will go on
days will pass
Children to adults
Jobs and families
moving ever forward to reach their innermost  joys

The dead ones sleep silently
tears ceased
All that holds close are the remnants of memories
Scattered like breadcrumbs to the birds

The girl has died
and once again life goes on

If the universe was told how sacred promises were
Would the world comply?

The truth shown though the people,the streetcars, the buildings and homes

Nature itself would refuse its mask                                                
and the rain forever falling for the grief it once hid
as it wishes to send us all away

The world, an everlasting misery of the purest honesty
Piety and Mercy
Benevolent gifts
becoming more and more
a survival necessity

Could living in a truthful darkness
be more powerful than existing
amongst a vibrant lie?

I welcome the rain
like a long lost friend
who left long ago.
Offering no goodbye
because
no words were needed

I hold it close
as a mother her child.
wrapped in fleece
comforted
to the sound of a heart beat

I walk away
as a old lover does
to the only one he ever cared for
Loving whole heartedly
as time had run its course
and with a sad smile
turned away

I breathe
I live
And I will live to see the rain another day

Simplicity

The creaking chairs
two mugs
-cream, two sugar
The coffee stains on the table
I refuse to clean
no matter how many times
I catch you staring at them

Inhale my words
Exhale your thoughts
Billowing sweet smoke around us
Closing in

Conversations put off
far too long
and I wish I could say more
than I had said before

But your cigarette is worn to the filter
And my mug remains empty
The smoke covered sky
Darkens our words

Maybe next time
I will wait for my coffee to cool down
before I drink
Maybe next time
You will bring enough cigarettes to share

Until then I’ll keep my words close
And keep my mugs
as they are
And hope you’ll return to talk
another day

Down
where the rusted taste on my tongue
Is all that remains of what treasures are kept in my veins
Breaking free
holding the warmth
the haze
and salt water
Counting the heart beats

Grasping at the surface
too far down
Filling up with
The warmth
the painful haze
and the bitter salt
Reminded one last time of the beauty of living
the beauty of life
A thousand breaths
A thousand cries
A thousand thoughts
The essence of time
wasted away

All goes cold
And I am free

Blurred Images dance
on the walls

No matter how many times
I ask
They refuse to do anything
but share my company

Blurred shadows dance
And I
the rejected soul that I am
will follow
blindly

For like them
my love is uncertain
beautiful
and tragic.

The brilliant do not cry
do not fail tests they take
or fall over every obstacle in their path

The intellectual never worry
never stay up late to wonder
If their lives are worth keeping
or quicken their breathes
when they are told to answer

The clever refuse to back down
to allow harsh realities
to get the best of them
or lose faith

The sharp minded cannot falter
cannot hurt or blame themselves
for every wrong doing
or desperately seek the worlds approval

hopeless girl,
in lonely despair
You will never be

                                    You will never be.