Night
(which curls like smoky velvet
And stains the world like spilled ink, the colour of lost thoughts)
...
Descends
(like a torrent of rain, cloaking the golden world in whispers and dark corners)
...
Softly,
(More tender than a mother, it difts like floating silken feathers and starry dreams)
...
Covering
(So completely as mummies wrapped in promises, clinging lustily to skin like wet cloth)
...
The world
(Our world, blazing with light)
...

In silence

Whitch hazel.

The perfect flower.

Spiky and uneven

Bright and bold

All others bloom in summer, let little girls have their fun with them

Witch hazel blooms in the dead of winter, when the cold becomes to much and all else fails. It pokes it's head above the snow. It tells the world I WILL NOT DIE!

Witch hazel the beauty born in the pain.

Born in a thunderstorm
I was on my own
All these years
I lived with the tides
I'm still breathing
Boy, am I glad to be alive

You can take a stab at my heart
And rip it apart
Over and over again
I flinch at the pain
You wouldn't know
But you just take it slow
While I go with the flow
Never have I thought
I could deal with such a blow

Shout at me and I'll cry,
But soon this pain will die
Call me a disappointment and I wouldn't mind,
Add another regret to my life; I'll be thankful to you for being so kind
Spill out all your anger as I'm here,
These harsh words and this sharp tone, I can bear
Let me suffer from this disgrace alone
And let me question myself why I was even born?
As I sit in the dark to meet these thoughts
We share the misery that we both have brought

Tongue tied
And butterflies

Twisted words
And hateful lies
Can all mean the same thing
If there is nothing
Behind the words

Tongue tied
You are afraid to speak
Fearing that she might
Possibly reject you

Butterflies
Fill your chest
Everytime you're near her
So you give her your very best

Twisted words
Have got your mind
Racing to understand
Their meaning

Hateful lies
Decrypt the way
She feels for you
Deep down inside

Hold my hand while we fall
Kiss me until we break
Whisper sweet things in my ear
Until we meet our future fate.
Love me today
Remember me tomorrow
When the day comes for me to walk away
Let me go and do not follow.
Turn away and don't look back
Our paths do not combine..
We were toys to the gods,
You were never meant to be mine.
We met at a crossroads,
In the middle of an X,
It's written in the stars
That you eventually go right, and I go left.
Truth is I don't trust you
But you must know that already,
With so little that you know,
How can you say you love me?
I see deceit in your eyes
I foresee nothing but pain
You're a womanizer and a heartbreaker
I see right through your habitual game.

If your water bill gets turned off
You can always take a shower in the Car Wash stops
It might hurt just a tad

If Overthinking was a contested sport
I'm sorry but I'm sure I'd have 8 gold medals and be endorsed
It's something I wish I was nowhere near as good at as I am of course

If self doubt was a state of mind.
That'd be a constant for me I'd find.
I don't know why, but I'm always quick to criticize
Myself, my playing of music and most of all my rhymes.

I guess if I was a film I'd probably be pulp fiction
Out of order and nonsensical to some,
But to someone with a similar sense of vision
My tatters would be silken robes
And she'd be Cleopatra maybe... I don't know.

When ears refuse the sound of a loved ones words, the world cries out in despair

When we have lost the compassion to listen from those we hold close...
We find ourselves more alone than when were actually alone

Tongue twister of depression and selfishness....

We are more alone with our loved ones, than we are when were actually alone.....

More...

Alone...

Until people learn to listen...

Till people learn to listen with thier hearts...

And until then we are all strangers

Loved ones...

We are strangers...

And alone...

Remember when your ready to care, use your heart and not your gavel

I am ready to not just hear

I am ready to actually listen and just plain be there