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Wesley Miller Dec 2012
lies, truth
fact, fiction

big, little
large, small

black, white
red, magenta

in the end none
of it's important...
   after all we are
          just animals
Wesley Miller Dec 2012
In a dream
i see her face.
It's almost like a movie scene.

Then i realize,
i had been
up this entire time.

What a relief!
If my mind could
dream something that
beautiful;
I'd never wake up.
Wesley Miller Dec 2012
I look into your
cold stone face.
Looking for answers
all humanity has chased;
your solemn eyes,
they meet with mine.
You break apart
to let me inside;
i peer into the universal truth.
Complete chaos,
derelict and uncouth;
answers laid right
in the mouth of the cave.
Yet i can't understand
exactly what they say.
Then i know,
       some questions should
       never be answered.
Wesley Miller Dec 2012
Time to burn,
      time to sing.
Look at me.
       I can do anything.
Wesley Miller Aug 2012
She moves through my world
like a rose petal on a pond.
It pleasantly floats upon the
water as if it was floating above.
And the water is still... just
completely still as her reflection
dances across the night sky.
         Im in awe... im just a
rock sinking, sinking, sinking.
Wesley Miller Aug 2012
I walk down a cold clouded
winter street. Pure silence.
Not a single house light
is on. Except One.
"Who could be up at
such an hour?" I slowly approach.

I peak inside and the house
is empty. Completely empty.
But then i see a man
sitting in a recliner, the only thing left.
And here He sits and wonders
all night in the dark, dim light.
Where have i gone wrong?

The cold nips at my feet but
curiosity warms them up quickly.
I wait. Wait and watch.
Silently from darkness.
He pulls out a picture from
his chair and now i know.
It's a women, the tears slowly and surely
stream down his face. Heart in ruin.
The life they built, no more.. gone in a single day

I turn and walk away. Away from my home
Here i leave my father alone. In his misery
I let him sit.
Wesley Miller Aug 2012
Drifting and fading,
my will is negating.
My love is lost at Sea!

Waves so choppy
Something has stopped me!
Breaking down,
the rest had drown.

I looked at the light,
penetrating my blight.
My love has come for me.

— The End —