(two girls are apart and they are doing the best they can)

he tries to run away but he is losing everything
and hey says, he says he doesn't mind but
his eyes can't lie and they are screaming

h e l p  m e

she builds a box from the ground up and they talk about it
for weeks because oh my
how pretty
what beauty

the door disappears when she locks herself in
and only when they notice
there are no windows
do they ask

was it lovely at all
if it had no light

Punctuation Is Such A Wonderful Invention, Except The Period, Which Defies Us On All Dimensions.

Logic Loses Out When It's That Time. Words Become Fodder In A Vicious Mind.

Dignity Disappears, Their Fangs Become Exposed. You Tease The Tiger Using That Word, I Suppose.

Wolf, I guess we were fighting a losing battle
against Ranger Rick and his minions.
We should of known ''he'' was going to
choose their side.
They  appeared to have more
people than us.
I don't even think ''he'' knows our side
....................................I wondered if the law got involved and they found out that all this was reported to the owner of the site what would happen?.......

I have the strangest tendency to make things disappear.
One minute I can see it out there in the clear,
Look away for a split second, turn away my eyes
Only to come back and find I've lost my prize.
I swear my mind is number one on the rooting team for its own demise.
You'll be looking to the ground, I'll be looking to the skies

Asking why things always leave me when I need them most -
My mind and body don't go together -
My body it's just the host
For my twisted beyond belief head
And a heart of broken glass and lead.
I wonder when I will find it again -

This thing I've hopelessly lost.
My helpless, deep thoughts block my vision,
Can't see two feet in front of me.
Is it my family or a stranger holding his hand to me?
Chances are I'll take it
Saying I thought it was my parent -
But from the very start
I've detected the unfamiliar beating of this stranger's heart.

And I'll love him like a distant cousin
And ask him if he knows -
Before he goes -
Please do you know
Where my mind has gone?
I've lost it with my slippers.
Have you seen my sanity?
It should be beside that bag
That I've tried and tried to no avail to find.

I'm just physically and metaphorically lost
In more ways than you'll ever know.
My body grows, but my mind has been old forever -
Never succumbing to the childish state
Of my careless peers.

Though I must admit I'm careless now -
No not the careless like other people don't matter and you do -
But the careless like they are the ones I'm trying to save
Because I've been lost so long
That the posters pinned on the wall
Asking, "Have you seen this girl?"
Are all but faded now
So the one in the picture on the posters on the wall
Doesn't really look like me at all.

Careless to the point where I'd do anything
For a minute of sunlight,
But my eyes are blind
And my world free of light.

Used to be so ******* bright
A future stitched and sewn so tight,
But I'm sleeping alone every night
Looking to the starless sky
And

Asking why things always leave me when I need them most -
My mind and body don't go together -
My body is just the host
For my twisted beyond belief head,
And a heart of broken glass and lead -
Following a stranger I've never met,
Wondering will I ever find it again?

you love me with a gun to my head
and i think
at least you are loving me

i don't scar easy
a clean line down my arm -
watch me bleed out

you love me while holding the stained knife
and i think
at least you are loving me

My love for you is beyond these limits,
beyond the reach of earth, space and heaven


I've stitched your dreams with velvet
And built your hope with cashmere


My life was an empty canvas, love,
I've filled it with you flawless face


Your crystal eyes, concealing broken emotions
And your eyelashes bowing down, hiding your eyes


Your eyes are the most beautiful I've ever seen
So vulnerable, they take my breath away


And with every single glance,
they throw me a little deeper in love


And every time tears stream down your little face,
my fragile frame shatters to fragments


And an agony rips through my veins
and rushes through my bloodstream


You destroy me, love,
with every touch and every look


With every smile and every word
Your beauty is too much for my eyes to hold


But still I dare to look up
as my irises begin to crack


You're so heartbreakingly beautiful,
It makes me cry and laugh at the same time


Your hair is spun with gold and crimson,
It's the shade of my heart bleeding for your love


And your hands made of porcelain
And your lips are meshes of honey


I swear, I'll carry you over the seas
And take you through the dark clouds


Love, I promise to keep my arms around you
Until you stop breaking and shattering


I love you but these three little words
does not contain the intensity of my feelings


for just I love you isn't enough
I'd rather drown, smile and say,


Love, I'll give my life for one moment with you
And every breath of mine for just one smile of yours.

Time.
What of it?
What of time that rips
helpless memories
away from the present air?
Can’t you see?
-that no matter how
we glamour time we lost
as “history”,
regardless of how we count
ancient hours
as great stories splattered
across books
-still,
none of it and none of it,
will ever belong to us again?
Time gives us photograph,
too dead in black and white,
and within the inches of its
tangibility rest
the bruises left by longing.

That is time.
That is what of it.