More than a Friend

You know that feeling you get after being silentley rejected by someone you keep thinking about...not that you have or anything. But its like hoping for the best and anticipating on there being something more between the two of you. Trying to make the imagines in your mind a reality, those times of laughter and embraces that hold so much emotion. Ha, something I dont know what to do with, but to hide and hope the right person knows how to organize it all. I'm just left here sitting and hoping that things will make a way for the better. Because, i could really use more than a friend.

This Thunder

This thunder that hear...
Is only the begining of possible factors that result from this cloudy sky. A flash of light that speaks to the wind that bellows underneathe this air I live in. Who could compare the surprise that will give birth to these wet tears from the sky. Have I done wrong by following my heart? Or have i simply gone to the surface route of the common, to get out of a burning problem? What ever the case, these skies mirror my life as if i had written a letter to the heavens. The deeper my heart swollows the pain, the less reaction to this action hinders these rain clouds to release. Maybe it was for the better...because i can say that I breathe easy now. I sleep naturally now. As if my heart beated differently, or i exhaled a certain way, to make me a dreamer of particluar things. Surely the thunder will come. And the rain will fall. But when I sleep upon these thoughts of this heart, maybe, just maybe...I did the right thing for once.

Not Responding

The river bound touch of hate that runs through my soul to teach me a thing or two about that word called

Love…

It’s your enemy,

It’s your caged bird that sings to mock you,

Its that never ending four-letter connection that sets you free…

To let you fly off the ground and touch the clouds that breathes water and air…

To be able to count to three and run back to your fantasy of the one who gave you a Curse…

And

A

Blessing to feel—

Hate—

Love—

All in one bounded torso of life and bones to form more of what is created to make—

That enemy in You…

Feel free to Respond—

Or

Lye beneath the mesh of life to cancel your calling, and pierce the words that flow in red To

Not Respond

Cradle will Rock

Why does my anger harbor me in a cradle of flames?

I want out—

But he won’t let me—

I’m in love with the flames I’m in—

Enlightened by his touch…

I want out—

Gravitated by his pull…

Out is now in—

And forever more will his fire dwell in me.

My own perpetrator that penetrates my thoughts—

My Demon…But his Lover

How deep will this fiery cradle rock?

We are all Thieves

Crooks creep at the belly of the beast, to take part of a scandal that is not true. To only bend and grab for the existing and fend for theft, but not truth. More than very few hide the natural feeling of taking. But we do these actions on account of what is ours or the others. Thinking is never the process of what we take—

Maybe if I slipped into the back window to take your dreams or perhaps your soul would you care? Welcome me in to what you do. Cheer the kind heart that lies beneath the stone of remorse. Remember what you have done. There would be no going back if you had not taken, slaughtered my sense of the knowing. What it would feel like to have what is now lost to me. It’s too late. We are all thieves. Take my kindness and I’ll exchange it for weakness. Keep my sensibility; I have more where that came from. Take everything I have left of me and I promise the heavens from the sea to the wind that blows between the trees, my soul will reincarnate within what was taken, to what was found in the sworn truth of the existing—

I will steal back what was mine… I will steal back what was mine…

Or simply take from—

Truth?

August Rush

I step into a world eyes closed. My world
that knows me as the wind comes to burrow
my soul, clenched by the wind so cold; sorrow-
Slipping against the touch of the wind that hurled.
Cold as the air had licked movement, i pearled.
Pale am I, shivery realm, black morrow,
Time pauses it domain, leaves fall furrow.

Decay in sight, no time can grasp my air.
Reaching and surrounded by black i live.
Steps of light had bent forth into meet thee.
Leaving leaves strangled and release and tear,
relief woes my essence to feel; give.
Light shines, leaves blow, and thy reaches cold, free.

He Lives

How could i ever seek refuge in you...
This problematic situation stems from the depths of my unknown.
The roots that mend and tangle within this time of light called liquid amoung my surface.
Drowned and submurged in the bellow of the beast, who are you to speak of such speech?
Captivated in my own captivity, it was the sound that curessed my
soul for lust.
Crawling between this fortress of this corpse that embodies me,
I grow strong.
Find me twisted in the black, and carved into his arms. I
grew patience there and for that, i seek his refuge. To build upon the lost and to prey for the criminals; i believe we are all thiefes.
I could count the blessings of my sorrows and to sow my chest back together from the bullets of trust and love that had forsaken me.
So where could he be?
The raw that has
betrayed me.
Forever lost in his soul to mirror my own faults that have driven me-
I could be as it may, but a lie in progress, or live as it may be...time and in this space-
Mortified in this situation and birth my deceit-
The choice is forever my path towards the hells of the rightious...
He still lives in me.

Til Death Do Us Never Part

I NEED TIME; HE NEEDS TIME-

WE NEED EACH OTHER BECAUSE WE

WERE DESTINED FOR EACH OTHER

BUT IF ONE LEAVES SOMETHING THAT IS

NOT THEIRS-

WHERE DOES THAT LEAVE

ME?

ME?

NOWHERE DOESN'T THIS STAY

IS MINE

THIS IS WHERE I STAY

CHAOTIC TO BE CLOSE

BROKEN TO BE NEAR BEACAUSE WE WERE NOT

WE WASTED TIME; SHE LINGERS TIME

NOBODY SAID DENIAL WAS EASY

BEACAUSE YOU CAN'T TRUST SOMEONE WHO THINKS ONE IS CRAZY

SO TIME WAITS FOR NO ONE AND YET THIS LOVE IS FORGOTTEN

BETWEEN ME AND HE

PICKING UP THE PIECES OF WHAT MAY BE-

WE KNOW WHAT WE MUST-

BUT SELFISHNESS HOLDS OUR HEARTS

-NEVER TO LET GO

-BUT TO HURT

-TIL DEATH DO US NEVER PART