Firever Beautiful. Forever Frozen.

I envy you.

your beauty ever lasting.

Your face a painful masking.

Even your gracefully poised posture

stands rigid on your alter.

I pity you.

The Crumbled

Walk with me
amongst the ashes
of fallen dreams.
Pick their bones clean
and salvage
what you may.
Then gather your sorrows
and move on.

i can only say such things to you when your sleeping

I wish I knew what to say to cease your silent tears.
Your whimpers carry down to me as though you were standing by my ear.
I wish I could wrap you in the folds of a secure little bundle
and hide you beneath my skin,
where the commotion of the world could not find you.
where you could hide safely within.
I wish I could plant a flower for every soundless tear you've shed
so that for every hidden drop that's fallen
 something lovely could rise from it's ashes instead.

Have You Seen Him?

Two boys,
one far younger than the other,
went swimming down by the lake.
The eldest turned,
just for a moment,
and now must for ever
regret
His
mistake.

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.