A Love Story

A broken smile lies on a a newly taken photo
His whispers echoing across an eternity
That's all he whispered "love me, love me"
It's all she wanted "love me, love me"

She screams to cloud out his lies
Loudness is not enough anymore
His whispers pierce the shriek-filled air like arrows

A room snow white
Covered with cries and blood
Therein, she lies
In a place as white as night

The monster of a thousand false hearts
Nightmares slowly grow into reality
Looking through the opaque windows
Hear the voices all around

For decades, she remained
Bruised and broken
Violet wrists and ankles
Red eyes and hair
Then he stole her

Silent Pain
She saw Nightmares become Dreams
His words now tattooed in her veins

Monster
Aye, that he is

Her cries and pains
Match his smile

Bathed in Kerosene

Set aflame
Screeching, we run
Flames consuming the soul
Falling into the abyss above the skies

Kerosene dripping from the brow
Pouring out from broken veins
The volatile liquid drowning in us

One single match is all but needed
To set us ablaze
To send us spiraling out of control
Running endlessly lest we burn out and die

Walls covered in blood
Our blood runs as smooth as kerosene
Coating the room with an oily slick
Flight is useless now

It crawls closer to us
Slowly filling the room
Huddling closer only delays the inevitable


We are floating



We are drowning



We are dead




Bathed in kerosene








Someone, light a match

Broken Glass and Other Things

Why do we cry? Does crying help us to express our pent-up emotions of sorrow, regret, rage, or happiness? Does it provide us with an outlet to vent ourselves? Why do we cry?

Do emotions do anything for us? Can they help us make sane decisions? No. Practically every single emotion that we experience hinders our thought process. They only make things harder on us. But if that is the case, why do we feel?

I haven't cried much in the past. (Hell, at most, I probably only cried once every year or something. O.o) But of course, things change as time goes by and unfortunately, I am not immune to time's weathering capabilities. As time went on, it chipped away at me every single day, wearing down those walls I built as a child. Then the impossible happened: I just completely broke down and bawled my eyes dry. I don't know why I cried, I just did This came to me as a surprise for two reasons: one is the fact that I was crying and the other was that I was crying.

The thing about crying is that you don't always know when you're going to cry. (Most people don't anyway.) But the thing that gets me the most about this whole...for lack of a better word, thing, is that I don't know why I cried. Most people know why they cry. They cry because somebody betrayed them or because they're mad, sad, or glad. To cry without a reason is just so puzzling to me. I wasn't crying for those things; nobody crossed me, nobody made me feel angry, I wasn't sad or happy. I cried for my heart.

...

The strangest thing happened to me today...

I was going over ticket orders a while ago and I realized that she was going by herself. She only asked for one ticket so I asked her "are you sure none of your family can come with you?" She said that she was sure that no one else was coming. I was kind of upset because I didn't want her sitting in the audience by herself, so I voiced my thoughts on this. Then she told me that maybe she should just go next time when someone could go with her. At first, I didn't understand, but that was probably because I did know what she meant, I just couldn't-no, wouldn't- believe it. (o.O) Of course, she meant no harm by this at all, and yet, it struck down the last bit of wall that time didn't wear away.

Perhaps it was the selfish side of me that still wanted her to go, regardless of company or not, or maybe it wasn't. Yet I just stared at the words on the screen in disbelief. I mean, it wasn't like I could tell her to go even though I really wanted her to. Besides, I knew it wouldn't be proper to coerce someone into doing anything anyways, so I just left it at that.

I knew I couldn't tell her to go. I knew that down to the last fiber of my being, but some part of me just felt so cold because she wasn't going. Why was I feeling so sad over so small a thing? It wasn't that big of a deal, and yet there I was, watching little droplets fall from my eyes onto my desk. I couldn't take it anymore so I excused myself and bolted to my room. Why was this happening to me? She didn't mean any harm by saying that. If anything, she was trying to spare me from it by not having me worry about the fact that she would have attended the function by herself. But why? Why couldn't I accept that? Why couldn't I just let go of it? Why was I letting it consume me as I hid in shame from the world in my room?

What the hell is wrong with me?

Dancing in the Rain

Dark clouds foreboding
Cold winds whispering
Aye, it looks like rain

A walk perhaps
Or would you rather waltz
As the rain goes pitter pat?

Cast aside the umbrella
Throw off those boots
Leave your coat behind
Today, we dance

The wall of rain
Its frozen everlasting
Sodden drops diving towards earth
We take no heed to it

There is only you and me
Dancing in the rain

The Morning Sunset

New beginnings
And new ends
Newly shining
With old friends

Drawn to break free from the geometric constraints of this world
The eternal flame of our waving banner unfurled
Forever stagnant as we run
Mingling in the cosmos in the twilight of the sun

Freedom is borne here
No thing cannot stop us now
Our minds and hearts are clear
He cannot break our backs and to him make us bow

Our souls are ours to command
Answering to none and all
Static in our post on the beach's sand
Now mindful of all things big and small

The one truth is this:
Forever we cannot drift in this abyss
But in this eternity we shall not cease to exist
This love in our minds but a cyst
Never bringing us peace or bliss

But always remember our tryst
As we shared that warm and sweet kiss
Lest this we fortunately forget
As we stand watching the Morning Sunset

Happiness

Happiness is foreign to me
Escaping my grasp so easily
I think, that happiness hates me

It has been many years since I've seen happiness
Felt its glow and warmth
Experienced its serenity and tranquility

But now I know where it ran off to
Your wonderful smile amidst all the blue
I've found happiness in you