I. Are. Is.  Why.
Delay the process
Slow the response time
Give it a little more
Run. Rip. Open. Tore
Speed up your steps
Quicken your pace
Skip. Jump. Hop. Elevate
Take it a little higher
Move it up a rate
Fall. Deep. Immerse. Whole.
See past the present
Look into the soul
Question. Wonder. Imagine. Who
Walk on the path
Don’t go astray
You don’t want to get lost  
Do you?

Oh hello
It’s nice to see you there
Have you been watching for a while?
Can you tell me what you see?
Is there something I can help you with?
Is there something wrong with me?

I noticed a smirk
A smile
A impish grin
I wonder what have I gotten myself in

Time is relative
It’s neither here nor there
A day could feel like a life time with the right people
But time is also not fair

But what is fair?
What is right and wrong?
In my eyes it’s 2+2 is 4
In yours it’s 3+1

Like the cosmos
We pass through each others light
Atoms moving so quickly
Racing through the night

So hello
How are you?
Nice to see you there
Would you come over here
Would you dare?

There's beauty in the grey sky
as if it's telling us it's okay to be depressed
it's okay not to be okay
the world, your world will be as it should, as it will
and as it needs to be as you'll survive
just because it's grey outside doesn't mean your soul must die
one day the sun will shine again
and without your soul, you will not feel its kiss on your skin
weary days come and pass
you reach out to friends - to people who care
to share the emotion you so profoundly feel
and you wonder why it seems that everyone's grass seems more green
drip from the sky
water your soul
and you'll be the greenest garden anyone has ever known

Empty.
my whole body is empty.
my heart is sore.

living in a world of dreams
getting broken down
everytime

why

Empty.

When he sleeps at night, he dreams of glorious things.  Things only he knows, he can see, he's created it all for queens and kings.  This night was different ,he could feel it in his bones. Effortlessly he tried to wake to be back in his home.  No matter how hard he tried he could never break through, to escape this dream what could he do?
He walked with Gods, not knowing his place. Wondering if there is more than just a pretty face.  They were so wrapped in beauty, they did not see how much more to life there can be.  He saw deeper than the skin, trying to reach the beauty within.
For days he was lost in a kingdom of ghosts, created by memories of a life he knows. Asking questions, looking for a clue to fid out what he is supposed to do.  Every face he see is perfect, every face is the same. His mind seemed bored, dull and plan.
Among the faces he see a light surrounded by things that give him a fright.
Although he's created this world for himself, something has changed.  Things seem darker, more cold and the people once young have now grown so old.
"Why can't you wake, what did you do, how come no one can ever see you?"
He hears a voice coming from the unknown, asking him why his body isn't shown.
Has has been forgotten. His glory fades, only seeing knowledge instead of being vain.
These Gods don't understand, they do not see, there is more to a person than just beauty.
The dream he created has become his hell,a world full of things no one would sell.  Fake and lame, yet pretty as can be, he now understands why no one can see.
The dream he once loved is for a boy, full of Gods and beauties, nothing more. To wake he must learn the truth.  There is more to beauty and youth.  He'll never truly feel until he knows beauty runs deeper than it really shows.

Yesterday I wanted to see how much you really mean to me
I let you go
Let you walk away
Hoping to see
You starting to walk right back to me

I was wrong

I didnt know
What would happen when I let you go
The last thing I wanted
The last thing I need
Is for you to never return to me

There’s nothing that I would rather do
Than spend the whole night next to you
Doing everything you want me to
Take care of you through and through
I want to dance the night away
Let our bodies dance the sway
Look into your eyes night and day
There’s nothing I wouldn’t say
Except
There’s nothing that I would rather do
Than spend my whole life next to you
Do everything you want me to
Take care of you through and though
I want to make sure you’re okay
Through the night and through the day
Wake watching you just to say
There’s nothing that I wouldn’t do
To make sure that our love is true
Spend every day proving to you
There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you

Walk with me
Follow me now
I can not wait for you
I need to show you everything
I need you to see
That this world is nothing
with out a sense of symmetry
I can not slow down
You can not run
Forever behind me
Missing out on what's to come
a second too late
a minute too soon
the song we sang yesterday
Is now a distant tune

Amazing

Like the stars that caress the night sky

Like watching the world change

Like a boy seeing his love for the first time

Amazing is the feels

Watching tears of joy

Seeing a marriage

Or even becoming a parent of your own

Amazing is the feels

When you meet someone who completes you

When they are okay with your flaws

When you can’t picture your life without them

Amazing is what it’s called

We walked a path unbeaten
We followed our hearts not our minds
When the night darkness deepened
It was our comfort we relied
We doubted people would miss us
Or even try to find
Where we had ran off to
Where we built another life
I told you I didn’t want to be there
I told you we should leave
You asked me “to where”
And I replied the sea

Not a day goes by
That I do not see
How much you miss
Where we used to be
And still here you are, right by my side
And even though you cannot see
This is something I cannot hide
My love for you will never flee
This I cannot deny

One day when we are older
And our lives are coming to an end
We can return to the place, now colder
To see your family and friends

What is love
If you are not telling me we are more
What is love
When you can't even talk to me
What is love
When i fee empty
What is love
When you don't see my sadness
What is love
When you can't even fix me

We watch you.
We see all that you are.
All that you are not.
We pick, we gnaw, we tear apart.
Into your soul, your brain, your heart.
We know your fear, we know your pain.
We know what turns you on.
We watch.
We take notes.
We see all angles of how this could be.
Yet we never actually become anything

I need someone to talk to, someone to hear.
I feel alone in the world, no one is near.
Don’t let me confuse you, a body is here.
A person, a being of such; if you must say.
Not really a person to communicate.
Although we are here, we are not really there.
Two different people, two different worlds, lives lived together yet so far apart.
Sadness pours over me to see such a beautiful love start to wilt.

Every stolen kiss
Every moment alone
Was stolen time from a broken home
I let you into my eyes
Something I never do
I let you watch me watch you
Every moment our bodies touched
Every time your lips touched mine
Was stolen from someone else's time
I know there is more than we show
I can tell the want goes deeper than we know
We just deny this in fear
Every time our bodies burned
Every time the pleasure was perfect
Was stolen from another subject

The water bubbles around your feet
yet it does not touch you
Floating on a cloud to where we meet
You feel this does not concern you
Always asking why dogs bark yet follow your every move
The wings upon your back are black not a powdery blue
For years you've seen people cower as you walk by
You never really thought until now to question the reason why

I've been waiting for you prodigy
To explain to you the reasons people can't stand the sight of you
Yet can not help but stare
They burst into flames if they look at you too long
But where do they go from there?
Long ago here on Earth two people did meet
One of snow and one of sand
An you is who they did create
No one knew such sorrow they day you were born
The angels sang and demons cried to see such a sin
A young person born of two creations
Now you see why people scream and children hide
Murderers are your best friend
But all this you deny
Your fate has found you to follow the path you have been given
The angelic face, demonic eyes are just above the skin
it's up to you to decide what your heart wants, how to live your life
For angels want you to live in hell
While demons want you in the light

He says he wants a fourth
He says he wants a third
Slicing up pieces of me to give to them
Watching my body dissipate into nothing
As they pick away the most important parts of me
An eight here
A quarter there
To quench their hunger for what I am
For what they think I should be
Never once adding back
Never once giving
Taking, taking, always taking.
Once there is nothing left of me I wonder what they’ll do
Starve to death
Or find another like you
He wants a half
He wants it all
But what will be left to give
When they have taken it all?

You. With all your selfish glory.
Walking around, that smug look on your face.
I want to slap it off and tell you, you are ****
You. Thinking the world revolves around you.
Sitting there, complacent and happy.
I want to run as fast as I can, in the opposite direction.
You're making me choke.
Your mind wrapped around my throat like a noose.
Legs hanging, for you to do as you please
Make me your puppet.  Show me off as some prize.
You. Heartless *******.
You're killing me...slowly
The way your make everything seem okay.
****, you're amazing at facades.
You.  Making me seem crazy, like I hear things.
Like you dont hear yourself.
As much as you deny it, I AM smarter than you.
You. With all your sickening self-rightouness
Things are not as they seem
You. You have become nothing to me.
As I see myself dying by your hand, I shall rise again and again.
You. Always wanting me to be someones else
Makes me question who you fell in love with
Was it even love at all.
**** it. It doesnt even matter.
There is no longer "we"
You. Destroy. Hurt. Laugh
With no care in the world.
It makes me want to puke
Your mind must be blank because your eyes are empty.
There is nothing left of what could have been.
You are forgotten

Wrinkled hands. That’s what they are.  No denying it.  They have seen many things these hands.  They probably have more memories than my head does.  Probably have felt more as well.  I don’t hide them, I let people see the jagged nails and worn knuckles.  I let them watch every fold as my hand curls into a fist. I let them judge me not by my face, oh what a pretty face, but her hands.  Her hands are so worn, they look so tired.  As if they could sleep for days, knowing my hands never stop.  Never once would they sleep.  Always moving, wanting, touching, holding.  It is as if I live through my hands.  They are what guide me.  I am always looking at my hands.  They can do such wonders.  These hands, scarred and dry.  Marked by days past and memories long forgotten.  They could tell many stories if they could talk.  Many I do not remember.  These hands, how they know the face of another.  Although they seem to be that of an elderly they are soft as a roses petal.  They can make you feel at home.  Yes, judge me not by my face, for my face has not done much but be.  These hands have felt more than I could ever see.