Enraptured by your descent

Of consciousness and exhaustion

Beneath twilight's destruction

Into a renewed dawn's breath

Anticipation gleans my

Fixation upon your resting

Senses, leaving steadily

Our realm of shameless madness

Into another, far beyond

My grasp, my failing reach

Could that I join you there

Would we ever wake from sleep?

Now I await your sudden

Exhalation and brightened shift

Like a cloud burst with sun

Rupturing through the mist

For your mirth is my mirth

Repurposed and repossessed

And what haunts your health

Shares my shadow--kindred to death.

Rain, rain, 

I live 

in Spain,

and it's 

absolutely 

pouring

in the 

mountains 

again. 

I would 

have chosen 

to live on 

the plain 

but the 

nursery rhyme

warned 

me agin

;-)

I will always remember

the day you said:

I love you.

I was a fool

to believe you.

Now, I lay half conscious

on the kitchen floor

blood seeping from

the knife wound

which you forced

into my bare skin.

Memories of you and I

run through my mind

because after all:

I will always love you.

Maybe a part of me

thought I deserved the pain. 

Love;

A belief,

A truth,

A lie.

One word;

Many meanings:

Friendship,

Family,

Romance,

Tears,

Passion,

Pain.

Sometimes meaningless,

For true love is only real if returned,

And unrequited love will only hurt,

Burn you to colourless ashes,

So you forget there was ever beauty in your heart.

Yet love heals,

Love gives a reason to live,

Creates hope in a hopeless shell,

Gives life to ashes,

Binds together broken pieces,

So a work of art is made.

Love is weakness,

Love is strength,

A perfect paradox,

An eternal force,

A momentary sensation;

We fear and crave it,

A toxic drug,

Invisible and silent.

For in the end,

Love fades, 

Love dies,

We fall forever,

Arms never catch us,

The ground envelops every soul,

We're left infinitely and utterly alone...

There will always be an over in lover,

An end in friends,

Every family grows apart,

So is the high worth the fall...

Once a heart is broken:

it can never be mended,

or remain constant

with a steady rhythm.

Our hearts are fragile,

like thin glass shards

whose pieces are nearly:

invisible.

It is impossible to forget

the feeling of our hearts,

shattering and falling

as we fear to get close

to another heart

who will know:

the truth.

You thought

Your heart was broken

But now you know it's not

It's scared

Something that hurt so deep

Always leaves a mark

A mark of pain

A mark of the past

When something so deep

Is torn away

It can't heal true

It can't heal full

Something broken

Always scars

Listen to your peace in stillness,

own the sound that beats inside,

kick off the dust of yesterday,

wing like an eagle to tomorrow.

Ladle out love in big scoops,

accept the winds of change

and ride them into the horizon.

Eavesdrop on heartfelt songs

of innocence reverberating,

uplift your questioning eyes

and seek your own advice

because others have not trod

your path scattered with

withered flowers and scars

of darkened corridors.

Stir laughter into your tears,

flow forth in lively colors,

speak your truths loudly.

Play with fire and flesh,

develop strength of spirit,

run swiftly into the future.

Remember who you were,

recognize who you are

and discover who you will be –

but above all, be yourself,

comfortable in your own skin.

Buried beneath the dirt was more than a human body recently deceased, but a hidden treasurer of secrets. Words that never could, will no longer be formed or rehearsed. It was too late. Actions left undone will never be practiced. Once death comes, our lives are returned, for they were only temporary. Our breaths will freeze as our bodies grow rigid and stiff with the stop of the clock which death struck. Nothing is forever. Never get your hopes up for your heart will be shattered and torn. When we die, all that will be left behind are the memories we created, whether they bring life or death to our sulking eyes of another life that whispered on by, without a proper ending.

Bully no more

Whose the blame for my pain

Why should I stay in the game

Even my feelings and emotions are at each other's throats

Whose the blame for my pain

Why should I stay in the game

No matter where I walk it rains

Whose the blame for my pain

Why should I stay in the game

When my name brings you shame

You tend to make me look strange

I'm the only human with horns

I know you said your sorry

But everyday hurts even more

You make me apologize as if I'm the blame

You stop hinting that you want me dead

Now you just throw it in my face

Why should I stay in the game

Just knowing i would be the blame

Only make sense to blow my brain

At least the pain will stop

And no one would be able to point the finger

Because my finger be on the trigger

All I ever wanted was to be loved

But it's abuse that gives me the most hugs

I'm tired of alcohol

I'm tired of the hospital

Why I can't I be a child that has fun

Instead of living in a wheelchair

Or standing on crunches

I guess its only one way to change

Trust me I see you in hell

But don't forget the hell you brought me everyday

I don't want to go this way

But it's either me or you

I can't allow you to take my life away.