I wish I could write poetry, cause I'd write it all about you. But you're not mine to write about anymore so now I don't have a clue...

Anymore.

Random words laced with emotion. Like silver lined clouds, sprawled across a page. Anger and rage bound together with hope and love take the stage.
Which won't hold any meaning anymore so I shan't even bother.

Well, why not? I'll give it a go.

Whilst I reminice the best of times. Where unrequited feelings were a distant memory, but now they don't seem so distant anymore I find.

Where my thoughts are confined, wrapped in vines so tight it's hard to confide.

These Thoughts... They rest upon my shoulder, with the weight of a thousand boulders. Yet I present to you this story, this allegory, as delicate as a dove, and as pure as it's feathers.

A lover's Peril is hard... for I am soft. An antithesis of sorts, but the feeling of pain is making me stronger.

For each time I find a picture, or a hand written letter is like stepping on a land mine. The shrapnel of memories dig deep in the battle line, yet I'll soldier on and look at every picture. Redefine... that loves not lost because I'll keep in touch with the best of times.

Where do I draw the line? I ask myself.... When the sweet tune fades away from the chorus line, I tell myself... When the lonely path winds from a jagged beat, to a single straight line, I tell myself. Both the end and the starting line.

Your not mine anymore, and I still don't have a clue. How a lover's peril fares or simply, what to do. But you remain at heart however, and that part is true. Which is more than enough, So I think I'll continue.

If to pluck a petal
makes me wonder
"love me not,"
then every pebble
(cause of stumble)
heeds a path
that most forgot.
Just a human
now exhuming
bones deep buried
under doubt
that with sunlight,
wonders one,
might not life
live without?
Much too late,
conversation
we never braved
to breach,
forsaken--
but with faith,
self foundation,
bleed so others
we can teach.

The ground trembles a slow
and ever-present roar,
growing into a growl.
The delicates of the earth
panic and claw at the cracks and edges
searching for a way to hold on.

In the unbounded bottom,
I see the end of all
and the beginning of new.
So I loosen my grip
and let the endless earth
swallow me whole.

I do not want to wake up seeing what I see,
the shivers down my spine,
the fear within my heart.
I cower at the thought of being free,
when the stars will align,
when I must play my part.
I do not know of who I will be,
will I shine,
or will I trip at the start.
I must step out this door and flee,
released from this confine,
I must make life art.

Have you ever finished something without ever starting it?
I just did.

I catch a glimpse of my / utopia in your scintillating eyes / I sense peace in your touch / and hear salvage in the beating of your heart under my ear / perhaps I am too idealistic about the perhaps of us although / I have nothing but sour memories and / skeletons in my overflowing bedroom closet / I cling to the possibility there is / some decent people out there / I have brought proper weapons to this war / my heart has back up this time / I refuse to be hurt anymore

never has my life looked
so open, so vast with words
leaping to greet me, lapping
eagerly at my fingertips
with undeniable zeal and
delight for a new life, a
fresh start and beginning
i could only dream to see
with you out of the picture,
with you far from sight,
i am reigning supreme --
in this kingdom, you
will see me step up to
the role of queen --
and i am ready,
prepared to take flight
should the duty call
me to the skies,
prepared to send
you floating down
the river like the
unwanted child
(and always is
something i shall
mean forever, but i
need to spread my wings
before i lose all these
glorious feathers)
never again do i plan
to see your face, except on
my facebook feeds,
never again will your shadow
stand so greatly over me
i'm free --
DO YOU HEAR THAT,
THE ROARING OF THE AIR?
CAN YOU SMELL THE SEA SALT
OR TASTE IT LINGERING RIGHT
THERE INSIDE OF ME, DARE
I EVEN BLINK, DARE I
LOOK UP TO SEE THAT
FINALLY I CAN
THINK?
never again will i
bow down to your influence
because you are gone
and, finally,
i can rebuild
theses run-down
ruins.

The proof is all here.
Circumstantial evidence, but no fingerprints
yet.

The cherry left in the corners of my lips
reminds me that nothing lasts as a whole
but drops of cherry juice get left behind.
And the drops are sweet.

Red.
The proof is all red.
My cheeks, flushed with summer and something else
Red shoes that leave behind a certain springtime.
My cherry creases.
But no blood,
never.

The circumstantial proof,
in this circumstance
may lead to a different conclusion
than it would have before
because circumstances has changed
along with the seasons
along with our hearts
along with the projected path in my mind.
A hologram of the futures
and pasts I am still waiting for.

My faith has been weak,
I have fallen on my knees
so many times.
But how honest was I?

I felt hate and shame,
till they both felt the same.
I've been so wrong,
for way too long.

Why did I look away,
or run at the sound of your name?
Why was I so afraid,
just to be saved?

After being so blind,
and falling out of line,
I finally see,
it's you that I need.

After all that you've sacrificed,
you gave your entire life,
just for sinners like me.
What took me so long to see?

My lord, I give you my life.
After all of this struggle and strife.
I realize I can't survive,
without you on my side.

You are the king of all kings,
You are everything.
Even after I have sinned,
I know I am now forgiven.