GhostNot a single fingerprint was left behind.It was the perfect crime.They never saw it coming; nor did they see me go.
COMASighs of night stain silent streetsSounds can't shake her from deep sleep.Shines the sun or shines the moon,No sign to show she'll wake up soon.So still in sleep that she could be dead,She's sorry she's stuck in her bed.But somehow, hope stands strong within;Certain some day her dreams will end.
So fucking cuteI'll go anywhere with you!It doesn't matter what we do.What matters is that I'm with you.So why pretend it isn't true?Its like my mind is stuck on you.I close my eyes, but you're tattooedOn my brain; I dream of you.I hope that I'm on your mind too!Do you feel it like I do?One and one, so why not two?Say I'm yours and you're mine, too.But only say it if you're sure its true.If not my heart would break in two.I wish you could see yourself throughMy eyes, 'cause from my point of view,You'd see your beauty, clear and true.Maybe you'd be mine if you knewExactly how much I love you.
Tachyon DreamsLast night I had that dream again; the one where I'm running impossibly fast.Last night I was faster than light. I was faster than anything and everything. Running as hard as I could, I discovered my endlessness. I had been running for as long as there had been matter, but somehow my breath was relaxed and steady. The whole time I was very aware of my breathing; I was almost as aware of a heartbeat that was not my own. While unfamiliar, each thud-thud conjured a longing that bordered on need.My spirit's manifestation was fluid; free and everchanging. An unimportant variable and nothing more. A man, a wolf, the wind, a horse, a cloud of smoke; I hardly noticed my form. Whatever shape I took, however, I was a composition of darkness.I was the lonely, cold black that sulks behind the shining stars; I was a darkness that light could not touch.Form was irrelevant and inconstant in that dream; it was pure relief. I want to go back there; on that distant world, only the beautiful parts of
Ignorance Is BlissHow I envy foolsThose born without theEyes to see the darkness; theEars to hear the lies; theSkin to feel the chafing cold; theSense to realize:There's darkness all around us,Lecherous and black.We lead a meaningless existence.Bitter, I turn back.How I envy foolsLiving life, never knowingThe storm on the horizon;Her clouds fill up the skies.They do not see the warnings,Nor hear the gentle "sigh"Of the wind that's brewing.They do not feel the rain.Their never-knowing stateIs all that keeps them sane.How I envy foolsThey know nothing of painWill they ever find it,The truth that I now know?The sky is torn with violent lightThe stormy gales blow.The tempest is upon us,But still their eyes are blind.The lucky fools will never knowWe are all
The Morning Comedown ExperienceThis is the morning comedown experience.Wishing you were here; I need you here for the crash.Bang! Spiraling down. Not like a dogfight, but slow. Drifting lower. Drifting closer to the place where you once slept.I dreamed I was a stunt pilot. I flew home. You were nowhere to be found.I woke up. You were nowhere to be found.Birds chatter; I miss all of them. And you... You, I miss the most.One day, you came back.I cried. You just had that far-away look in your eyes.You were not the same anymore. You were so very broken.I asked you to leave; you wanted to be mine again. I turned away.You were nowhere to be found.
Divided MindHidden from the naked eyeLurks a beast's sad lullabyWeeping for a slice of respiteFrom the desperate and decrepitHis mind is cut into threeHim, his thoughts, his feelings freeTwo heads to which he lost controlOne that serves a useless roleLeft to be a lone bystanderHidden from such wanted candorFor those two heads speak in tonguesForeign to the ears of youngBlind to the heads on either sideWildly guessing what they hideSecret whispers taunt his dreamsNothing soothes his unheard screamsHe limps across the woods with shameNo longer sure what he becameTwo heads lead his unseen pathWhisp'ring tales of hidden wrath
My DepressionI live... but I am not alive.I have emotions... but I do not feel.I exist... but make no difference in the world. My lungs, they fill with oxygen... But I cannot breathe.I sleep... but never rest.I smile... but I am not happy.I have friends, and lots of family... but I am close to no one.I am in a room full of people... but I am lonely.I have goals... but lack the motivation to even try.I am taken care of... but never loved.I cut my skin and bleed... but still I find no relief.This is my depression.I go through motions.Nothing helps.I am not okay.But still I pretend.This is my depression.It has no end.My life is vacant.This is my depression.My depression.depression...depression.........
I'm Soaring NowI'm Soaring NowThis is a different level of fearIt's wounding my truth and moralityIt's strong enough to bring me hereOn the edge of life- peering over to serenityIt's not impossible to graspBut it's typical to assumeThe last breath is the factThat after death- peace will follow soon-Countless flashing memoriesCrossover swiftlyReady to be set freeFrom this skin of...treacheryFade/Fade/FadeMy scars peel offErased from my sightThe remains become softSo this is what...innocence feels likeWake/Wake/WakeDestiny is somehow connectedFate deems to be naturalThe circle of the two is perfectedThe beginning to the end is...peacefulRaise/Raise/Raise-I offer and accept my own form of mercyBefore I miss out on forgiving the vulnerable side of meSplitting and fusing fragments of calming memoriesI would like to believe my life was somehow worthyMy tears have aligned wi
White RoseI'm searching for a white roseAmong a sea of crimson redThat litter the field in countless throesLooking for life among the deadI see one withered black rose,And one red with gleaming thorns,But not a hint of white within the rowsOf both the old and the newbornsI stop and sit to take a rest,Watching blue skies give into red,Holding this hope within my breastThat I might find life among the deadI have been searching all my lifeAs countless others did before me,Searching for the truth among questions rife,For a hint of white among a red seaAnd forever I will search the fieldWhere the red roses thrive,Hoping for the White Rose to yieldAnd help our souls to revive
Dying for youSweet blood all over my body,I feel like floating, down and down,Wish this feeling would be steady,I wanna fly, I wanna drown.Someone opens the door,They try to save meBut as I'm lying on the floor,I try to get free.I don't want to be helped,I don't want to be strong,I just want to be heldby my beloved one.
Don't You Know?Don't you know that you're taking her for granted?She's not going to be there for you for long if you're never there for herWhy don't you call her every once in a while, see if she's okayShe'll appreciate it more than you thinkShow her that you truly love her, tell her she's your everythingJust prove to her that she means something to you'Cause right now she may feel unappreciatedRight now she may feel uselessSo prove to her that she's specialProve to her that she's the only one for you'Cause you could be slowly losing herWhile you spend your time doing nothingMeet up with her every once in a whileBefore she walks away'Cause once she walks awayShe's never coming back.
All It TakesNo one needs me,I'm completely unecessary...Unwanted, unneeded...I lie still in the coldAnd I bleed...Blue red stains faded throughGhosting across my heart,Into my weathered soul...My whole life was spentEscaping part of the past,And my destiny in the future...In which the hero becomes the villain,And I become a prisoner...I cannot live in a worldWhere everything is upside down;Inside out...I need to breathe-Just one breathIs all it takes.And all it takesIs everything;Each single fiberTangled web of energy...All that I've ever held sacredAnd all that I am.
colors of your dreamsif you have no choice but to accept that this world is real, would you be able do anything to fill it with the colors of your dreams?
White Rose of PurityWhite rose,White rose,White rose of purity.Exile fogged perplexity of uncertainty.Will I be mighty? Or will I show weakness?Swilling goblet of fate, not to spill a drop.Show me sunshine, not of bleakness.Make me powerful,not sorrowful.I beg you white rose,I ask too much, but that does not make me awful.To what perilous, treacherous endeavors must I venturefor a chance at a wish, a boon, treasure of my adventure?Spill your secrets, all your pleasures! Make me perfect, live forever!Black rose,Black rose,Black rose, of impurity.Why did you play such a ruse on me, why did you have to murder me?For perfection is the affection for fools.Un-useful tools those who un-knowingly seek an erection of monumental defection.All are perfect, and with flaws.Not in a rose but in yourself you must trust.That in our souls we find the best of us.
What Is A Good Book?What is a good book?A good book disappears in your hands. A good book ceases to be pages covered in words. Punctuation becomes natural pauses or tones in a voice, in the language composed of words defined and given meaning by the reader's mind. A good book does not exist in your hands. It exists in the mind. It enters and remains. It unfolds, slowly or rapidly. It builds figures with blurred features, whose emotions and characters stand out to you and are seen by you each moment you turn your eyes in their direction - you often forget their surface. You are able to forgive an ugly character for being ugly, because you do not see the character's face. You see the character's soul, and if it appeals to you, you may fall in love with a lame, battered, and malformed beast. If the soul is wonderful, the figure is wonderful an ideal judgment humans praise but do not practice.A good book is a good book when the author's imagination is planted within the reader's mind, where two creat
BeautyBeauty rose out of that silent sea,Her eyes were tepid with wild thunder,And then she turned and looked at me.Me; a meagre man who knew no lady fair,Nor one of care as she snaps my heart asunder.Beauty flew up to that sinister sky,Her lips were dark with mad desire,And then she turned and started to cry.Cry; a crude curse who knew no mortal smile,Nor one so vile as she scars my aura in fire. Beauty stood up on that scarlet skin,Her locks were rouge with quiet rain,And then she turned and walked on sin.Sin; a sordid spirit who knew no lover true,Nor one in clue as she saves me from my pain.
SilenceSilence.A language that everyone speaks. But one that we are not able to hear.A place where emotions and abandonment meet. Of which we are forced to confront our buried fears.There are no more lessons that the agents of society can teach. An infinite amount of words expressed through a solitary tear.People dish out advice but never practise what they preach. A language with the same traits as a hopeful prayer.A society where people judge others, as they sit back in their self proclaimed seats. They can no longer understand you and they aware of the darkness that draws near.Many lives led but we are all accompanied by the same drumbeat Maybe you don't want to be heard but people will forcefully lend an ear.Lips fused together, unint
UnfoundedI cram words within murky, hollow spaces,replicating ways in which blood fills a wound.I squeeze articles and adjectivessupporting metaphors and similesinto tight-fitting corners,until that which is empty begins to bloat.The ache of something missing,the loss of one internal, now painfully unknown:it finds no satisfaction within passionand phrases so desperately created, upheld.Why give transparent, misleading hope
Does pleasure derive from humiliationthe catalyzing of previously weakened hearts?Where is the limit of cruelty defined,if not in the cries and weeping of dreams:Language wilts on my fingertips,turns to ash in my mouth
the gorge in my throat which partakes inyoung suffering.Yet...how significant is agony endured within silence,inside pitiful thoughts?It is nothing notable of specific emotion,only biting veracities upon repetitionand foolish belief:"I am no poet of words."
HomeAs the darkness soothes me,I will cry, I will fall,As the rain embraces me,I will lie and I will crawl.As the melodie inspires me,all the sorrows left behind,I will try for killing me,take this step with no rewind.And as I'm lying here, gone,my insanity has become far too real,I realize that I don't miss anyone,but still I don't know how I feel.In my darkest dreams I'd missed,all that I've now left be gone,once been loved and once been hissed,and finally returned at home.
Sick(2/4/12)SickMy body is like clay.Be still and it keeps it's shape.Move and it starts to change.Twisting, contorting, and causing pain.Everything is moving; giving way.Moaning and groaning I stay awake.Dreadfully fearing of this cascade,I lie there until it starts to fade.Yearning and burning for this to end.If only I could just pretend.Stop moving you're making worse.With that in mind I start to curse.I tell myself it can be over quick,So be still for you are sick.
How Does It Feel?So how does it feelto look at me from afarmillion miles awayAny memoriesof how much you wanted meof how things once wasWe had come so farfor you to just screw things upus ending so bad.We can never goback before we burned the bridgetoo much pain remains.So how do I feelto look at you from afarmillion miles awayJust sad...
A wish to sleep foreverCold melancholy,in this lonesome world of tears.In another, not.No physical warmth,only imagination.She's so wonderful.Endless swarming thoughts,of a beloved angel.Her bright eyes haunt me.Have this single wish,of holding her close to me.Forever a dream.In land of wonders,we meet and smile undisturbed.Share a hug, a kiss.But once I wake up,gone she is, so far away.Want eternal dreams.
Just Another PoemWe wanderAnd, eventually,We findWhat we were looking for.
InsomniaStrange sounds on sleepless nightsSilver bells, tolling brightSing me something sad and slowSlip into the undertowSeeing sights that are not thereSeeing sunlight everywhereSilent sleeper, not a peepSurely, I just need some sleep