all that you are and have ever been. you let it show for them.

The grave you lay in is untraveled unless in reminence of the things you did not stand for.

I sit on the edge of my chamber and tell the stories.

I tell the stories of the runnings I did thorugh the streets in my childhood and I tell of the tears that seep from my sockets.

My stories have gone lost in the book of life. My pages erased. I seep into the others pages in vague intervals and let the courts of life guide me to the summit I prayed for but have yet to reach.

But it's like you gave them all of you. Over written in the index of life, overlooking your index and where your story should be.

All the love to the cares. ceased.

All the cares giving love. non fleeting.

It's that feeling that rose in the morning with you.

It's the things you speak off you mind, unheard.

Waiting in those dark corners to be found and saved by the emptiness.

Laughter will come even though you want to cry.

Not important enough to matter in the quarters of the ones minds who you said you'd keep. They forget all of you as you remember it for the both of you.

Your bleeding the middle of the room.

Someone cleaned it up as if you hadn't bled it and took a photograph.

You dream of the smiles that they give out. But none for you.

You sit with the walls and they tell you that they wnt you there so you lean against them.

They dont move.

You cry out to none. The Gods in the heavens have you forsaken and you ask for rememberence but the sillage of your life is pushed away in this request.

Symphonies are singing, just not to you.

Bells are ringing, not for you.

The sun shone in pure. not for you.

Your cold and your blankets arent enough to keep you warm.

You twitch and roll in your slumber. They dont know you dream of the old days. and you hope they care like you do.

Hopes arent enough in this life.

You hang onto the hopes anyway.

Speak to me. I'm speaking to you.

I cried to let the sorrow give way in this cage but it's not enough.

You start to forget you too

i need someone to know that thigs can be okay for you.

know that the things that may break you are forcing you build back up. you get that good strength and you feel like you at the top of your summit. so close to the angels but maybe the dark comes so quickly and you cant even remeber the light and you keep trying to remember the things in you that havent been murdered by the creed that came to you on those nights of surrender. i dont want someone to read this and think that these are just words. id be so blessed to have someone read these words and see the truth that they cant find or maybe embark on the road that is rugged and when the road is unclear. please know that its okay to be afraid and maybe they wont become clear but thats not the point of it all. life us not always about understanding everything. just the things that creep into the crevaces of our hearts the time the ones where the only thing that kept you going were you dragging feel. those old soles so worn. you need the healing dear. and you deserve it. dont let anyone tell you that you dont deserve the things t hat your soul has bleed for you to continue. those old dreams? dust em off and keep em polished for the road. keep the bad times on your sleeve aswell as the good so they dont come in slammings. i love you and i dont want you to give up on life, im just typing and i dont want the bleedings to fold as much. just what im trying to get you to remember.

i wanted to write something spectacular.

i wanted to write the things that move the hills that lay barren in the forgotten valleys of the soul. i wanted to know that somebody existed like the ways written in my heart. So i sit like a fool; no change in pockets nor the rich documents to my name. i wanted to write all that i feel when my body wants to give out like a ghost. and maybe give up my ghost in this way. i wanted to write about those who cast jugment in matters they dont understand. but then again i didnt want to write of those things. please let me explain.

i am feeling so much like my soul. so much like the fists to my body like when i was younger. i just wanted to write and it hurts and breaks me that i can't. i wanted to write about being betrayed by everyone youve ever known. i wanted to write about rising above and expressing everything in one moment. i wanted to write about my broken dreams and of how i cant look at others the same.