I am on the highway
To hell's bells
And I'm pregnant
With devil's anger child
Taking a walk in solipsism park
Smoking some remedy
Breathing from asylum air
And where is he?
He is looking straight through me
And his soul is revealing
Its the cold fire
That is misleading
He is fighting in his sleep again
Hugging his skeletons again
Helpless child
Going for a rage war
Solus
Walking towards the kitchen
On this toes
Taking out all the knives
Counting them
And i know he likes numbers
He looks towards the sky
And the clouds confuses him
He pours out his blood
Drawing the letter A
Repeatedly
Not even obsessively
Justified in his judgement
Him and his vanity
In an alternate reality
Out of proportion
Full of distortion
This ******
And his bluejackets
Anchored me with his diaries
Walking on embers now
In a state of trance now
Makes me wonder
Are monsters born or created?
Mortem predestination
He keeps giving me this psychic vibe
From a foreign tribe
I can't just put a lid on it
I can't just turn my back on it
Run, everybody begged me
But with the beast clothed in human skin tonight
Outside the television Screen
We are wired the same tonight
Dancing to Electro Swing by his side
Tying his tie
And I like it
He reaches out for his wooden telegraph
Can't help but listen
To Maria
And all her chants
Makes him gaze into the same tall building
From that retro piano bench
He gets up
With his hands covered in blood
Summons me by the edge
Two A's drawn on a sketch
Standing by the line
The choice is all mine

There are bells here
Silent bells
They seem so out of place
Surrounded by the immaculate stonework
And accompanied by righteous statutes
Stilled angels

Their silent echoes
Reverberate off of the people
Who stand in perfect mockery
Of the stone figures scattered about the church

All of them here to partake
In an obsolete tradition
Of grief

An unmistakably deathly feeling
Fills the air
However the feeling is foreign to me
And I cannot comprehend
This ceremony of antique sorrow

For the breathing statues Morn
As if their tears were rehearsed
and what I feel is so raw

A silent moment is called for
and as if on cue the bells toll
three times, just three

Silence, sorrow, death,
All marked by
The tolling of the bells

As I close my laptop
and it snaps shut

my dog sits up
ears perked,
chest puffed, and

at the ready for
me to stand up
and grab a leash
and a plastic bag

for his ****.

And he knows this routine
because it has been seared
into his brain with the white-hot
branding iron
of repetition.

A force of nature.
A category-five hurricane.

We laugh at them
for chasing their tails
when the microwave dings,
for salivating at bells,
but
I am no better than they are.

The same routines
are seared into my brain, too—

stimulus, response
stimulus, response
eat, sleep, ****, walk, ****,

love, reproduce, etc.

and I will continue to do so
aimlessly
just like Ivan Pavlov said I would.

One day I’ll find myself
like he’ll find himself—
lying on a cold slab
in a sterile room
only half alive
aghast at how quickly youth slipped away
but otherwise numb

as loved ones circle around,
hands over their mouths,

horrified
to press the button.

1st Bell

Tears
shining bright
in your soaking wet coat
There was a time
when you believed
now you have grown cold.

2nd Bell

Small footsteps, small footsteps
she walks in snow
small footsteps, small footsteps
she's not even year old
small footsteps, small footsteps
she doesn't yet know.

3rd Bell

Heart beats
heart stops
simple thing
body dies
last smile
good bye
good bye

Good bye.

If you were a spring without flowers,
probably that all my trees
would be lethargic.
If you were a wind coiling without leaves,
possibly all my trees would be already fallen,
and if you were a sky without its sun,
certainly no other tree could
germinate to grow from seed.
And I could not be able to exist any longer,
for I am the forest.
But in the snowy winter that would follow,
and in the churches with empty bells,
not ringing in the frost,
God would be still existent.
But you were my springing spring,
my whispering leafing wind
and my sunny sky.
And, in the winter,
in your absence,
I did not cease to love you while
craving for the melted snow,
craving for the blossomed trees,
craving for the ringing bells...

I'll accept you completely imperfections and all,
I'll be there when you rise and I'll be there when you fall,
And if you should ever need a shoulder to cry on,
I'll hold you tight untill all the pain is gone,
I now understand its better to love and lost,
Because love is a priceless thing with the highest cost,
You can fly to the skys and ill let you be free,
I'll let go of control and hope you come back to me,
Your smile is a blessing and I can't get enough,
I had this hardened demeanor but you straight called my bluff,
Girl Its hard to let go god say it ain't so,
Your the star feature and I want all the tickets to the show,
Love sweet love is such a curious thing,
But everytime I hear your name I still hear bells ring.

Claire
Your voice like bells
resonates through my mind
as memories of your brilliant smile
clouds my thoughts
and the glimmer in your eyes
resides in my fondest memories
for you see
you were there
maybe not physically
but more than anyone ever has
the simple paragraphs you'd write
causing an unbeknown smile to cross my cheeks
as warmth flooded through me
you are the epitome of beautiful
on the inside and out
Remember when we first met?
7 months ago
you were posted on
Just a Band *****
and with a few simple comments
you stole my heart.
after a few days of
threatening to kidnap bands
cuddles
and Dexter
I awoke to a wondrous surprise
you
asking me to be yours
i was hesitant at first
i didn't wanna hurt you
You meant to much to me.
but i agreed.
knowing what would happen would be something
only J.K. Rowling could explain
magic.
But alas we fell a part
Only to be brought back together
and to exchange three precious words
I love you.
now you see,
I'm not the type to exchange words of those caliber
for I know the weight of those words
as do you
So i knew when you said
I love you too
you meant it
and i hoped you knew i meant it to
we've gone on like this for nearly a year now
though we may break up
and see others
we're always drawn together
and I cant explain it
and i don't think anyone else can either
When i see you smile i melt
your eyes make me feel like I'm having a heart attack
but a good one
because I'm not gonna die while you're still beside me
you mean the world to me
and at risk of sounding creepy
I think your the one
and I need you
and
I love you.

Its raining here and I couldn't help but think about you, even though I know you hate the rain.
I always laughed at that, at how different we both were, at how much you used to hate the things I loved.

I hadn't thought about you at all this week. but as I heard the spatter of raindrops against my window and your voice,unbidden,rang through my mind like a bell chime. again and again, saying “urgh, i hate the rain.”

Isn't it weird? When that one thing you hate the most becomes that one thing to remind someone of you. I find it infinitely sad and infinitely funny at the same time. It makes me both; happy and sad. Making me want to laugh and cry at the same time,because that’s what you did to me. You made me lose my balance.

I used to think that, I could keep my sentiments restrained; You showed me that nobody could control their emotions. You showed me that opposites go really good together. You showed me an "us".  You showed me the kind of love that could either raise the world to its full glory or burn it down to ashes.

You showed me that there was a war inside each of us and that we had to fight it. You trained me, taught me how to fight the raging battle between the two sides of my own soul.

And then the war came and I was smack in the middle of it, where you taught me to be. And I was on the battle ground, wounded, bleeding -- dying, loosing. And I looked back at you for help. I looked back. And never found you there. You were never there.