Caged Love

The one I love is too far out of reach. Not physically or mentally, but by means of the universe. I say that because everything that could possibly keep us apart is already standing between us.

Could it be, that the one you love is not always the one you're meant to be with. As crazy as that may seem, I'm starting to believe it.

Shut-Up!

Don't tell me " It's okay"
when it's not.
Don't tell me " Everythings alright"
when it never will be.
Don't try to protect me
when you're defenseless.
Don't say " You forgive me
when you were never upset.
Don't smile because
my scowl amuses you.
Don't laugh because
you're just arguing to push my buttons.
Dom't lie when you say
"Love is beneith you"
or
"beyond you".
because it's inside you
and I put it there
so tough.

Lightless Tunles.

Thrashing waves and rolling hills.
Winding tunles with no light at the end.
Its a theory that things happen for a reason. But do they have to happen so fast.
So sudden.
So horendously vital.

Of course.

We gripe and complain that everyday of life isn't the "blessing" we know it to be.
But the days that they do. That start off like breathing in hot sand. That so suddenly turn into melting sunshine, you'd think the continents driffted into the heavens at a moments glance.
The days.
That end.
In Bliss.

I Hope You're Not Afraid of Heights!

Are we truly happy? We say that we are, even smile as we say the words. Those words that are so sour to our tongues and constricting to our hearts. As far as I'm concerned there have only ever been few times that I actually meant them. Sincerely meant that I was happy. Such few times that my smile didn't feel like that of a two year old with an orange peal grin spread under my lips and over my teeth.
At times you think you're happy. Everything is content and the hectic waves of your heart are Finlay at rest and the horizon is glowing tantalizingly in the distance, but it's only the illusion of happiness.
What if true happiness didn't lie beyond the horizon but directly on those hectic waves. Those life changing obstacles. What if the scary part is only nervously gazing up at the mountain and the happy part was being at the top. Not on the other side knowing that you did it, though granted that deserves massive amounts of applause and in my case partying, but looking down at the good things to come and looking back at the scary things that were.
Unless your afraid of heights. In that case, Good Luck.

Please Excuse the Mopping

sometimes I feel
my shadow
is the only one besides me.
And then,
there are times
when I feel
so bad for my shadow,
I wish I didn't have to be.
If one day I looked down
and found it devoid
of that sulking
puddle of shade,
I'd understand.
and wish i could disappear too...

-inspired by a lonely soul I once encountered at a vacant bus stop.
so to the lonely old man with the long since faded shadow.
Perhaps the shade wasn't gone,
but the light.

ironic, isn't it?

The root of pain
in every story,
in every tale
ending in joy or disaster
is the mischievously guised
beauty
we so blandly call
love.