"Whats wrong"
                       I can't tell, is the water on my face rain or tears?
                           I can't say it out loud! Please read it in my eyes....

"Can you just not be so **** sad for once?"
                          The wind claws at everything, a welcome pain.
               I'm trying! Can't you see the effort? Oh stars, it HURTS!

"You can talk to me..."
                             I look away, I cannot bare the pain in your eyes.
                           Oh darling I know, I want to but... I can't.

"Talk **** it."
                            Your eyes are hard now, your angry with me, please don't be mad.
                        Don't you see? My voice betrayed me!

"You know, you make it hard to love you sometimes."
                              The song playing is fitting "I'm searching for something that I can't reach."
                               Your words are cutting me. Stripping me to the core, please for the love of God, don't say you can't love me anymore...

There was a girl I loved
But that girl is no longer here.
She had a nerve of steel
Yet was bound by her fear.
Her hair was silken gold
Her eyes alight with passion

But then... she turned cold.
And form that moment on
The girl I loved was gone.

But then as it always will
The universe caught her soul
And breathed her back to life
And I met the girl
Who had been set free

And I realized
that while the girl I loved
Was now no longer here
This woman that she’s become
Is the one to be revered.

He soul is filled with stars
Her smile like the spring
Her nerve of steel remained
And her heart was still the same

Sos
Shining
On
Smiles
Sos

I am sinking, yet I don't have a ship to sink
I'm drowning, yet I do not have lungs to breath
I'm alone, yet I know I am loved
I love, yet I feel so numb
I'm mute, yet I can't stop talking
I'm talking, yet I have no voice
I have no voice, yet still you hear
I don't deserve you, yet you won't leave
You won't leave, yet I still fear.
Why is it like this?
I love you. And I know you love me..
So why can't we bask in peaceful simplicity?
Why must it be muddled with muck?
Why do I feel so stuck?
I should be happy.
I should be proud.
Yet I'm sitting here,
And this silence is way to loud.
"Crawling in the dark for you
Do you Burn amoung stars for me?"


Sos
Screaming
On
Silent
Sos

flashes or your smiles
echos of your laugh
now as I walk down these aisles
I cry on your behalf.
The stars bore witness,
They heard my plea,
Yet they still saw fit
to steal you away from me.

You asked me why I love you
And here’s a couple of reasons why:

You hold me like you can feel the
World, twirling on its axis
And if you let go we will both start spinning in an unending dance
And as we drift and glide among the stars we will slip and slid in the affections of the heart.
So instead you hold me
And I hold you, as if I never want to let you go, because while the stars are breathtaking, they lack the warmth of home. And while the dance is dizzying it’s hard to breathe without you.

Your eyes.
I could go on for days about your eyes. They entice me in their depths. The way the sunlight hits them in a wave of golden sparkles and then, you smile and I feel like i have a sunset for blood and a stardust heart. The way they light up as you behold the world.
The way your pupils dialate when they behold me. As if I am a star bright enough to burn away the world until it is just a breath, and a blur of color between our heart beats.

Your voice.
The way it rises and falls with the crisendo of your emotions. The way your breathing breaks up the beat of a steady sentence. The way it caresses my name like the breeze caresses a lilac blossom on a spring morn. The way it lulls me into a dreamy trance from which I have no desire to escape.

Your heart.
The way it’s song shifts, and tempo picks up, just a bit as I run my fingers over the smooth surface of your skin. The comforting rhythm beneath my ear as we match breathing before falling into dreams grasp. The way your heart strings tug and tangle when you fall in front of someone in need. How it pangs for those who have more misfortune then you. The way it’s song floats around me like wishes on the wind and tangled with my own until my own beat seems infinitely more beautiful and alien at the same time.

I have this irrational fear
That you will leave me
To chase after a brighter star.
And I don’t know how to react
But I do know, that if you did..
        I would let you.
And every night I would look up at the moon and we would agree
that you and the sun are alike.
Both so pretty and both just out of reach. And I would find solace amoung the moonbeams as I watch you spin dazzlingly amoung the sun as you dance between the stars.

Today a devil
crept from the shadows
and whispered in my ear
“you are simply not strong enough to survive the storm.”
So I looked her in the eyes
with a set jaw and steel for eyes and whispered back
“darling can’t you tell? I am made of stars and storms and you are simply not strong enough to survive ME”

They say that death is quiet. That it comes so fast and sudden that it is a surprise to the world. Because the world keeps going, as if it never happened.

I disagree. I have never known a silent death in my life. For me, death is so loud, that it deafens me. Until all I hear is ringing and muffled sounds. Like a bomb just went off, and in a way, I guess it had. The world moves to a slow motion until it is measured by nothing but a heart beat, and even that will stop eventually. Until your breath gives out and your knees crumple before you. "Its beautiful" they say, "the way that life and death entwines in an eternal dance." Yes. This is beautiful, me lying here beside you as you struggle for life, fighting to keep your heart beating. I watch as fear consumes you, you don't want to die, that much is plain to see, because you think your too young. Well let me inform you of something. You will ALWAYS be too young. It will never be enough because you don't know what happens next. For some it is a relief, they hope that this is it, the end of the line. That they cease to exist. Those are the ones who live life they way the want to. Or their are those of you who dread and fear it. Believing that God is waiting on the other side. Those are the ones who live their lives doing good, trying to make it to heaven. And then their are those of you who push it aside. Who hide from the fact that one day your hear, then gone the next. You are the ones who live in mediocre boredom forever chained down by your fear, as you waste away inside of these four paper walls, in front of the screen of some form.

I am here to remind you that I exist. I am death. I am release to some and horror to others. And I am here to tell you that your time is fast approaching. I may be at your doorstep right now, or I may be waiting on the sidelines for years to come. But I am here. And one day you will find me beside you, embracing you as you fight to keep your fire burning. You may evade me once or twice but you will see me one day. And I shall ask you this, have you lived as you wanted to live? Or have you squandered away your days? Will you be remembered? And if so how? Will people laugh and say "you won't be missed" or will they wail and pull at their hair, gnashing their teeth as they cry for their loss? Are you loved or hated?  if you are loved, you shall not be forgotten, and that is the immortality you are all seeking, just as my immortality is here, among the words I write. Who knows? By the time your reading this, maybe I have passed to. Because even death is not immortal.

Dear Loved One,
You know, when i met you,
I wasn't sure if you were the lighthouse or the storm.
and honestly i didn't want to know.
because the light house brings you home
when the world rages around.
where as the storm rages with the world,
in sync but completely apart.
only to realize i was completely wrong
you see, when it comes to me..
i have two sides.
or so I'm told.

I am the storm,
beautiful in its chaos and destruction.
with a tendency to destroy people in such a way that,
to survive, they flee to a light house
and vanish forever leaving me to rage alone,
saying i was not the storm you chase,
so they ran away with the winds.

I am the bird,
weathering the storm
with the promise of freedom on my mind.
as others look on in disappointment,
claiming my stupidity for flying in a storm
that will rip off my wings,
that's not what i see though.
no for me its an adventure on the wind,
a shiver down my spine
and the taste of the electric air,
giving me the complete feeling of being alive.

but you....
you are the eye in the storm.
that hidden pocket of safety
that is rarely seen
scarcely sought out
and almost never found.
you have the ability to weather my storm
and shelter my bird when I'm tired of flying.
my equal and opposite.

And while nothing is worth destroying  yourself over,
if you do destroy yourself,
always make sure its for something spectacular,
make sure its for yourself.
and you my friend
are spectacular enough that i think id destroy myself
every day,
again and again,
before i  would ever let myself destroy you.
because that's what staying is like.
its not flying away to chase a storm,
its to rage quietly within these four walls.
and it destroys me a little more every day.
but your worth it.
and sometimes it brings me to a dark place.
and i absolutely love you for
quietly opening your arms,
not trying to change me,
no, instead
you sit down with me in your arms
kiss my forehead
and silently dwell in the dark with me,
feeling my winds thrash and whip around us.
and still you remain,
refusing to flee.

and if i run...
i hope you'll accept my devilish smile,
take my hand,
and run with me...
because every storm needs an eye in its center.
and even the birds need to rest during their flight.

~Sincerely the storm.

I am sorry I am jealous of the dying sun.
Its just that... everyday the clouds and I bare witness,
as the sky swells with the wet red artwork of her blood,
and I admit... I wish to be as she is.
To come back every morning,
no matter how many times she kills herself
on the blade of the horizon,
ready to bleed more so that we may glory in her light.
But for me..... its different.
Each time my crimson artwork swells to life,
a little piece of me withers away and dies.
so, unlike her,
I do not come back whole
with the rise of the sun....
unlike her, my battle remains unwon.

You always think of yourself as the storm,
and I've come to believe I am as well.
Together we are our storm,
And everyone will always tell us we are
terrible for each other because of it..
But together I want to brave this chaotic storm with you.
We will be a chaotic beautiful mess of a storm together,
even if we tear everything apart along the way.

Have you ever loved someone so much that even after they fade into memories you can never quite shake the feeling? And then you move on. You evolve. You grow. You meet new people. You fall in love... and then they crash back into your life. In the form of a message. “Hi” and suddenly it all just comes back to you. And old heartstrings you thought were forgotten are suddenly being pulled again. Your unshakable connection to this person, the tangled web of emotions you thought you buried all flood back in. And you can’t help the smile that tugs at your lips as you reply “hi” and in that moment.. you knew you were done for. You knew that you were all along.

we are the lost souls,
wandering this lonely world,
searching for each other,
for the place where our dreams
collide with reality.
we are the dreamers,
daring to look to the sky
knowing in our veins
we are destined to fly.
we are born of storm and wind and fire.
created from chaos we are
meant to rattle the stars
we will bow to no one
apologize for nothing
and answer to none
save for the pounding
of our wild hearts.
carved from diamond
we are unbreakable,
with the taste of forever on our tongues
we burn so bright that the sun grows envious  
we will never be chained,
refuse to be contained
and may the gods help those
who dare to tie us down
for you cannot tame
that which is wild and free,
therefore you will never tame me.

We are not poets.
Nor are we artists.
         We are the bleeding hearts
                                                   Daring to rebel.
Society cuts this world into careful little blocks.
Devided by cold cut stones forced to comply.
And yet,
             If you look a little closer, you will notice,
                  Not us, for you will never see our face
   But you will see our fragments.
             The pieces of us we leave behind for you
                Scattered among these cold stone walls
Words we have carved into the stone
             With our own ****** nails.
                              Proof that we exsist.
                                               Proof that you can to.
So here we are,
                    Strings of letters
                                       And scattered lines,
                                 All echoing the same war cry.
                          “We Are Here.”
                                                    "Are You?"