Hear your words
Percieve.
Intent.
Who will comprehend?
Our world grows backwards.
What was
cannot exist.
What is,
We never would have wanted.
But do you see?
Really?
Do I even.

Would we want to understand?
What truth is.

The only heathy people
are those awake enough to say they're not okay.

I can't know you
Abandoned
to
this
way-
ward
House.
You move quite deliberate
Now.
As if I'd know.

But I don't see you.
Your shadow stepped back from the door.
I listen but I can hear
no more.
You've traveled this world long before,
any of us.

Before we knew what were searching for.
Or understood what we could have explored.

And now that you've drifted away.
Why I've lost my reason to stay
Tied to this world-
they adore.
I
see
but I
can
hear
no more

Don't forget
Your name today
As it passes,
Don't let it fade away.

Please remember
How I looked at you
And all you saw
In the days before your grave.

Here lies a poem
waiting to be written
But without
true words to be found
we may lie here together
Forever
Never see anything more
than what exists
Or what could be less
that she
Who waits to be?
Unravel.

Here lies absence.
Who could call it fine
When times do not reveal
Any more than mere lines
Striped in time.
This is our life.
This is mine.

There once
was
       a
          boy
born of the desert.

And from the light as eyes opened
to
the
last breath
                  In
       memory,
There was nothing
                                                         ­                   nothing
                                      ­                         but sand.

Yet
     Somehow
                                 he hoped.
in what had never been  drempt of before.
and,
               Somehow
he still saw future.
                              
                                 Imagine.
                                    Skies.
             ­                       With a horizon...
Imagine
and believe.
For his heart had never existed before.


And he never stopped running.
This boy.

I am a compilation
Of dead factions
Mangled selves
Who did not choose the right turn to
Save themselves.

I am a compilation
Of eyes set ablaze
Upon realization
of their unacknowledged
future

We are not alive if we live off lies.
This is the truth
The reason everyone dies.

Greet me
Speak every syllable of my name
In honor of those still inside
Their corpses.

Remember me.
The could have beens,
Which should have been.
What might have been better if they were?

I am filled with death
And with every word,
My every turn,
I only manage to **** more

Sing to the ones inside
The ones left beind
With no chance of being revived,
For none of you ever did exist.

Only to me.

I can't imagine what hopes you've
unraveled
with
Roads left to travel
You sit on the precipice
On the edge of the story
of long ago....