The sun has gone away now,
It’s gone and hidden itself behind the clouds.

The clouds have turned to a dark grey,
And rain starts to build inside of it.

The once little white clouds,
They are feeling a little blue,
And need to shed some tears to lighten their mood.

So there tears start to fall down on the world,
No light can be found because the little clouds are to blue.

Sometimes there tears come pounding down on the world,
And sometimes there tears gently hit the world.

The clouds are weeping because there filled with sorrow,
And the blue’s, so don’t get frustrated when rain comes;
Because that is when the clouds are having a bad day,
So tell those little gray clouds “It’s going to be okay”.

He was the darkest of dark nights.
He was the view through a hospital room's window, right through the long wild waving grass. He was the feeling of freedom I could never reach.
He would appear when I needed it the most, as unexpectedly as the breeze hits a field at summer nights.
He was the sound of the saddest piano notes at the end of a heartbreaking song.
He was always there, he was always watching.
He would look back at me with his green eyes wide open and his mouth shut. He knew all the answers, but he wouldn't say a word. Words were never needed.
Walking heartbroken down the dark streets last night, I looked up from the ground, where the town disappeared, fading into the wild lands, covered by the midnight skies, slightly touched by the moonlight. I felt him.
Looking right into my ripped soul and deepest broken hopes, with the same old expression across his face. He faded in the winter winds.

out of thin air, ghosts appear
somewhere in the moment
as I turn back, time disappears
and all that remain is gone
the torment cuts me open
and everything broken spills out
no matter how much I shout
it's all the same, it's all the same
nobody else is interested in change
to change, re-arrange the physics
this darkness holds something mystic
artistic, that keeps numbing my soul
not counting the countless sanity it stole
I've never been able to escape from it
there are only walls and no doors anymore
and I've been stuck inside of it
for as long as I can remember
last december I almost killed myself
but that's alright, just a story of one night
if I just hold on tight, I can learn to spell
just the thought of it makes me sick
i wasn't even down the road and I still got hit
guess, I missed the signs after all
too busy counting my tears those didn't fall
now I'm left all alone, and I'm haunted
only silence and nothing else, exactly like what I once wanted
oh, I'm so rotten, it's insane and I have no clue where I belong
everything else appears so colourful and enchanted
am I the only one dying in this song
why am i crying again when I have nothing left to lose
i made all those memories and they made me a noose
I'm in no mood to end my pain
it doesn't matter, they won't even remember my name
I'm used to being at the same place and never move
hiding the flaws all across the empty space
there's no face I remember, not even my own
and 'tis my grave, here I will sleep, until the ghosts are gone
to haunt another memory

My eyes,
as cold and silver as a bullet,
will pierce through your mind,
heart, body and soul.

7 | 31 Poems for August 2016

I wish heaven had visiting hours so everything you envisioned would be ours.
You promised me that I would never lose you to the wind no matter how hard it would blow.
But you’re gone now, you’re gone and the detrimental effect of your absence has started to show.
I still pray for better days to come my way but I can’t be too worried about what happens tomorrow.
I’m living on borrowed time; my days are numbered like a calendar and lately I’ve been feeling like the king of sorrow.
You showed me how to live life to the fullest but never taught me how to live without you.
Now my blue skies have faded to grey and my Mondays have gone blue.
You’ve drifted away like autumn leaves on a windy street, I guess heaven couldn’t wait for you.
But I am glad that you’re in a better place, the thought of you always puts a smile on my face.
I wish heaven had visiting hours so every beautiful thing you envisioned would be ours.