Wishes

Again this lonliness proceeds by some small hope of a reccurring dream. A dream to heal my chest inside. A thought I lose now day by day. And here I speak this silent shout, to all who can't hear. To all who can obviously see, but remain silent. For deaf ears to hear something that they can taste and smell. It means nothing, because all thats heard is themselves inside. To a point in goodness spent agreed. But the thought of not saying or speaking what is needed to be heard destroys us, me. I wish to beg; my soundless pleading to just let me go, to just let me know.

renew

i have to feel,
such things inside,
to coincide,
with someone new,
it fills a void,
and brings across,
a stitch along,
this hole unto,
from where its been,
to now is gone,
a better place,
that once was wrong.

no comfort

haste made waste,
for future thought,
she looked at me,
again i’m flawed;
not again it’s said,
i can’t be this,
this everything,
i grasp onto;
my mortal thoughts,
of what makes me, me,
and who i see,
of all she wills,
she wants to make,
of me again;
away from self;
along such lines,
what comes into,
that pain inside,
to recede within,
its seems the same,
i can’t change me,
that pain,
is hers,
because of me.

alone

the summer's breeze,
can't find me free,
and let me out,
away from things,
these binding pains,
burn the grounds,
i lay upon,
and that simple air,
so sweet and brisk,
make the fires,
burn stronger,
hotter,
alone.

what is

what can today be,
so far away from me,
can i pretend,
to await away,
like everything,
will be okay,
when all i feel,
is hurt,
is pain,
and longing,
to see,
what really is,
and seems to be
that something there,
only i can see.

novelesque

Turn me,
page to page,
and read amongst,
my followings,
along said lines,
I hide away,
an indexing,
of beginings,
that never end.

ahhh snakes!

Reptile skins,
shed, unfold,
to truth revealed,
beneath the soul.

Nothing More

She burns my skin,
this heart alive,
holding everything,
I mean to be,
awake inside,
it all exists,
her parts of me,
like sunlight felt,
when whispers fade,
like morning rain
upon my skin,
renewing me,
forever more,
this love,
these thoughts,
are all I want,
and care to be,
nothing more.

seraphim

her eyes light up
and melt my skin
her scent controls
to take me in
i fear i can never be
my own to myself
for she holds me
forever more.

left apart

i cant seem to speak
for fear of reflection
can i wash out my eyes
to say its fine
and not a day goes by
where i can't understand
to understand your intentions
when it feels like someone is there
somewhere inside
bringing such things
is this regression
can you tell me
i am here
for this tomarrow
can you let me stay
and touch me forever
just to make it everything alright

life

i can never feel,
that way i feel,
about you,
the way i do,
with anyone else,
this heart of mine,
grows,
every moment,
and beats every beat,
to be,
as near can be,
next to you.

Helpless

I met someone today,
who made me feel insane,
staring at me,
with the same strong eyes,
that I happen to own,
dark and embroidered,
in sadness and pain,
his face blank, worn,
such a sight I see,
disturbing to me,
turning my stomach,
upside down,
unable to take,
such a vision anymore,
I turn around,
and walk away,
fearing my reflection.

Perception

Whispering words
shining through the air,
wavering with,
these thoughts of her,
this breeze that sends,
myself a blur,
into sounds,
of all i wish to hear,
speaking softly,
of all that is,
and what i see,
her standing there,
beautifully.

another day

i like to be,
this misfit me,
across the painted lines,
i cherish things,
i cannot feel,
that waste up all my life,
i dream today,
and slip away,
waiting, biding time,
for tomorrow brings,
such wonderous things,
that make me all worthwhile.

truth

I can communicate,
only within,
my silent thoughts,
crowded in,
without the world,
for it holds,
my selfless truths,
of how you all,
should listen to,
yourself someday,
and shut your face.

Still Lost

seemingly something,

that thing i cannot,

find so far into,

has gone astray,

and run from me,

it pierces parts,

of holes already there,

made inside,

trying to heal,

so yet with this all,

i try to give,

my heart outside,

upon my sleeve,

and watch it fall,

again for nothing.

the dying lower class

today's chances,

to stand afoot,

holding nearly nothing,

close its way,

around to more,

of this everything,

that we grasp,

strands of hope,

all slipping away,

from finger to toe,

until this everything,

becomes an emptiness,

we need even,

even, the smallest,

of the strands,

handed back unto ,

us all.

To the drums

the beat of itself,

preying on willing ears,

welcoming with it,

a sort of altered life,

sometimes enough to set away,

your hates and fears,

to just sit and listen,

and move yourself away,

from the negative,

please feed us all.

Resentment

here I go,

expand to demand,

more from others,

that cause,

given despair,

that cannot be forgiven,

and simply cleansed,

from dirty hands,

to make it simple,

how can you trust,

after being given,

broken fragments,

stolen away,

from your own soul.

to petrify

cold inside,

feeling hardly alive,

with nothing but to stare,

and look ahead,

wonder whats there,

but i cant seem to move,

you try that one step,

after step at a time,

and nothing,

too many hardships,

to feel a movement.