Please,

                    If
                you
            s e e  m e
          c r y    do n't
          a  s   k    m e
               w h y

don't you get it?

You. Are. The. Reason. I . Want. To . Die.

Solitude.

Like the howl of a lone wolf,
Chased away from his kind,

Like the fears of a mad man,
Locked away in his mind,

Like the wrong note,
That soars above the others,

Like a man of faith,
Betrayed by his own brothers,

Like the single first drop,
That falls from the sky,

Like the last of the echos,
As they fade and die,

Like the letter that
always stands alone,

Like a broken heart,
When it turns to stone.

Who hurt you sky?
Who ripped you open
and then apart?
Who fractured all that beauty
to capture it's art?
It was lighting,
I know it was,
She's quick and violent
and hard to love ,
Now I understand
Why you cry all those tears,
You've  learned to give
for nothing in return,
and the rain that falls,
holds the love you yearn.

His words were a bridge
To a place long lost,
Memories on memories
Gathering up dust,
Old and battered
But still there,
Waiting in the cellar
For him to share.

War is in us,
Buried deep,
Highly flammable,
Dangerous to keep.
It fuels on hate
And we carry it around,
Oblivious of the fact,
Until it burns us to the ground.

I met a girl once,
With eyes like pools of light,
And as I fell right into them,
Swallowed by the whites,
I saw the reflection
Of the world and sky,
Fragments of beauty,
That shimmered with life,
And when her tears fell,
They sparkled and curled
Etching on her face,
The story of the world,
Speaking softly of all
The places she’d been,
Painting with wonder
The things she’d seen,
She tracked the earth’s trails
And sailed its seven seas,
Swaying from place to place,
Like leaves in the breeze,
And though her feet were sore,
Her footsteps never failed,
Creasing in the earth,
A path that never paled,
And everywhere she went,
She left a piece behind,
Watering the landscape,
With the rain she had inside,
But all she gave,
Nature repaid fast ,
Inking on her body,
A story that would last,
And though she was alone,
Had no place to call her own,
She knew the world around her
well enough to call it home.

When I fall
am I not a storm?
howling
and wild
light
splitting  
The darkened sky
trying so hard
with all my rain
to drown the feelings
that beg to remain.