tears
silence
confusion
words that descibe the aftermath of hearing the news
a boy and a woman
a brother and a mother
gone
at the hand of the eldest son
a victim himself, of a poisoned mind, trapped in his own body, forced to watch the destruction the dark side inflicts
when is the change coming; no more lives at the mercy of a mental illness they got doing what they loved
i have the will and i can find a way, their deaths will not be in vain
he deserves to be here, to make it to eighteen, to make it to his graduation
they deserved more time than they were given and they will be a driving force for saving countless lives beyond the horizon
rest easy

You told me to descibe myself using metaphors.
I thought about this for a long time.
I am.... what? What am I?
I could go for the classic "plastic bag in the wind" but that even made me gag
I was just about to tell you some faux banality to sate your mind when it hit me

I am a metaphor.

I am a metaphor, never quite literally meaning what I say.

In Paris this story shall begin
and the 1800's had just set in
the sky was blue with no cloud in sight
so I went for a walk, and walk I did
hours went by, before I knew it the sky was dark, it had become night.
I took a different route home, that day
but with still a distance to travel the sky changed and what had started out so beautiful became, ugly, rain fell from the heavens above and I ran across the road to a coffee house.

I sat at the back, I had my choice of seatting, the property was near empty, at the counter sat a lady, a very beautiful lady, long legs, brown hair, but something seemed to make her sparkle, she lit up the place like a sun in space.
My mind raced to find words to say to her, I wanted to walk over and introduce myself, I wanted, I wanted to get to know this person. But then a smell of what I descibe as a wet dog reached up my nose and grabbed my brain to remind me that I was soaking wet, I didn't look presentable, this beautiful lady sitting only a few feet away from me would have taken one look and laughed.

I told you this was a love story, a story of love, not sadness and self pitty, so where is the love, well a strange thing happened, as I sat their drinking my coffee she came over. Sat down right in front of me she did and asked me how I was doing. Like it did with my walk the time seemed to fly, the owner came over to our table and told us he was closing, I didn't realise it was so late, I must of been enjoying myself, I didn't even realise that the rain had stopped.

Like a true gentleman I offered to walk the lady home, as we walked we continued the conversation that we were having back at the coffee house, we were discussing whether humans will walk on the moon, she believed that we would but I wasn't so sure, maybe, but not in my life time. We arrived at her appartment, a beautifull 4 story property with a sandy color to it. She thanked me but as I turned to walk away, she reached out and tugged my arm.

Never in a life time can woman find a man that she feels so comfortable around, a man that she meets only hours ago, but Sir, I would like to kiss you if I may.

Her words surprised me, not many women of this era asked a man for a kiss, but it was nice to be asked. I leaned in and our lips met, it was like every question I'd ever asked in my life was suddenly answered, the kiss was amazing, I wanted to do it again. I'd kissed women before but this was different, this was a magical kiss.

And that is how I met your great, great, great, great, great granmother

I’m trying to find substance in something that’s transparent
But it seems to elude me before I get the chance
Like the wind,
It comes and goes as it pleases
And leaves its mark on the hearts of men
Uncertainty fills their mind as they attempt to remember when
they were consumed by it's affliction
and what it's done to them.

the memory flies by quick
but in the moment its timeless
its the simple things that make it all worth it
but in the end
those are the hardest to remember
what was it that i was feeling?
and when can i feel it again?
because like a drug im addicted to the amount of satisification
it brings
better yet i guess i'm addicted to the kinda person she is

love has no defination
so even if i cant tell you what it is exactly
let me descibe it in my words...
it's wanting to wake up next to you
to catch you at your most peaceful
its having you by my side
with interlocking fingers exploring the world
its being stingy and incredibily unreasonable about the time you spent without me
its something you never expected
but a feeling you never want to go away.
its letting go even you dont want to
its discovering that they mean more to you than u thought.

I sit in awe as I watch you work,
Hands so perfect
That no matter how hard I try,
I cannot capture the beauty and strength they hold.
As each muscle is pulled
As your fingers work
Creating yet another master piece.
Long fingers that create,
Each rounded tip,
as they dip
into the bucket of water next to yiu,
Like a calcuated dance
They move with grace
My creator
Hands that words cannot begin to descibe
With all the correct adjectives
To give a clear picture
of beauty untold.

keep the top ten in my bio
you can check it
if you want to

got my head in the chamber

i split my choices
pour some from my cup
im still life im up
for these flames long dead and gone

we take off this mask
walk weak from the doorways
take up my severed finger
print nine copies

if ya love me
give me power
im good for keepin secrets
and naughty messages

i make the digits in ya bank accounts

dont descibe me
in god we trust
all-seeing eye
owl i trust

scrape away my image

im inside a time capsule
secure in my possession
ignorant but factual
diver in my psyche
cycle through me fakin
take the paychecks
but im not tripping on i keep

kickback stimulus
keep a clean coater in my desk
black envelopes and all the rest
if ya own me for a picture
on the deck i must confess

a lie to make believe
and keep the truth and toss the key
and keep me in the lucid dream.

Love
Just another word invented
To descibe something
To feel for something
To love something
Its just another word used for something that people believe
They make love happen
Just like hate
Just like happiness
But these are all different feelings
Love is just a word
To describe a feeling for something
For someone
They just connect
Even for a second
They fall in love
We could of called it so many other things
But they chose the word love
A bond that can never be broken
Unless the love was fake
Love is just another word used just like sadness and loneliness
Its just another feeling we have
Just a word people use

Words
often leave
us hypnotized

their grouped
truth,.
validity
or relevance
to selfishness

words are... ..

couriers of
seduction or
couriers of
war

words describe
seasons they,
they describe
uniquity

words descibe
actions that
have been
left seasons
ago for
dead

words are
unnecessary
as we
plunge into
darkness on
the frills
and lace
of your
bed



"I am just writing....

A wave of relief
A sigh
A kiss

A contented smile

I am grateful

*She chatted on an on of evidence of past indiscretions. Having said them again and again, made it easier to piece together the broken pieces of her life. Hearing it once more, felt normal.

There was a time life stopped. There's no real way to descibe it. A cool, clear stream rushing around your ankles, carrying away blood from severed veins, while all you can do is watch that fine, red line escape you.

I hated everything. I even hated hating.

Looking back at all of it, recalling the words, you remember the truth, not the smoke.

Maybe i can go to a better place. Somewhere not as polluted. God knows... more than i can say.

i remember being little.
i read and read and read
and the words came easy to my tongue
and everything that happened was a story.

i remember the world was poetry.
every breeze had a meaning
and i could descibe it perfectly
and everyone knew i was an artist.

i remember feeling.
every time someone hurt i knew it
and i was made of empathy
and i could settle them with a hug and kind words.

i remember fading.
i tried and i tried and i tried
and everything was hollow
and nothing was beautiful anymore.

i remember empty.
its here always every day
and i can't make it go away
and i can't remember where the words went.