Come HereOpen your eyes
Uncover your ears
I'm letting you in
To see what I see
I want you to know
Everything I can tell
Take my hand
And hold it tightly
Wrap your arms around my waist
So I can kiss you
And whisper to you my secrets
Alphabet ThoughtsApple blossoms dance gracefully on the tree branches
Butterflies flutter around in graceful chaos
Can you feel that?
Dear child, let the feeling consume you
Everyone finds the feeling sooner or later
Fate brought us together
Good things collide with the bad and kill the pain
Happiness comes along for the ride
In time you will feel it, too
Just be patient
Kill the hate that grows inside
Love those who love you. Love those who don't.
Mischievous children run and pull pranks
Noble men died ages ago
Oppose me and nothing bad happens
Perhaps tears will fall but that's it
Queen Mab dances beautifully, wings shimmer
Right on Mab!
Secrets are whispered in the wind
Thoughts are transported with every gust
Up in the sky! LOOK! It's Superman!
Venomous words spew from your mouth
Why do you say them?
Xander saves me
Zebras die alone
A Place In TimeTimes were nicer back then
When I didn't have to worry about the important things
It was fun just running around the yard
Screaming my head off as the other children chased me
I miss those times
The times where you could be free of responsibility
And count on those around you to make ends meet
Where you thought it was awesome to get a cut on your knee
By falling off your bike when you were riding to fast
Instead of placing the cuts someplace on your skin
I want to go back
Back to before it all began
Fallen Herothe grey, grey sky
and the howling wind
sail o'er the fields
full of death, of shame
the black-as-ink ravens
pick at the carrion
that lays upon
the broken ground
the blue, blue widows
and their wailing children
search among the corpses
for their fallen hero
Absence of SoundThe sandman pulls at his eyelids
As we talks on the phone.
He says he needs to go
I can tell he does.
I want to stay
To hear his voice some more.
He sounds so content
And that makes me happy.
He's always made me that way though
Even when he said he didn't think he could ever love me.
It's odd I know.
He made me sad but I was happy at the same time.
I was happy to just talk to him,
To know that he was there for me.
To know that he cared.
So we did our verbal "pokes"
And I said sweet dreams
Leaving the 'my love' unsaid.
He probably didn't hear it.
He said goodnight
And all that was left was a click.
DemigodHe knows you exist,
And you are glad because of that.
He may share his life with you for a while
But you know it will not last.
The moment you laid eyes on him you know for certain
That he will not stay for long.
He belongs to another world very different from yours.
You exhaust yourself in a losing battle you already foresaw.
The clock is ticking and your oblivion is coming near.
Sooner or later like a fading star you will fall
Into the background of anonymity.
Why did you let it happen in the first place?
You can not answer.
You are too weak to even think.
You try to ignore the pain but the more you try the more it hurts.
You fake a happy face but inside you are bleeding.
You don't want to succumb to depression
So you divert your attention to other things,
But it's futile.
You try to live a normal life
But your system is filled with his lingering memories.
Time may heal your wounds but it can never erase your scar.
He has become a part of your life but you will never in his.
The Perfect RoseI saw the loveliest rose in the world.
It was as big as my hand with my fingers outstretched.
It's color was the deepest, most brilliant red ever seen by mortal eyes.
Each petal was perfectly formed and
Showed not the slightest intention of falling to the grass below.
It was the utmost flower on its bush.
I saw it peaking over the fence of some forbidden garden.
Why did it climb so high for only a glimpse of my monstrous yard?
Surely my patch of weeds and tangled wildflowers
Could not be prefered to its own flowerbed.
A thing so beautiful could never be at home there.
Better that it should turn its gaze back from whence it came
And enjoy that wondrous view.
Does the person who lives in the house beyond the garden
Know of the existance of this rose?
If he saw it would he know and appreciate it for what it is,
The most beautiful of its kind?
Would he cut it from its bush and place it in a crystal vase on some table indoors?
I have heard that flowers live longer that way.
But what is the
Imaginary CircusWhat is life
but an imaginary
circus? The colorful
dance of people,
How many times
does the carousel
spin? Faster and
the lines between
reality and imagination.
Where is the
exit to this
What is death
but an imaginary
winter? A still frame