a song without words

Sing for me
Sing like life has made you memories
Those that live without life to give them
And you've forgotten the emotions that evoke as such
Yet they continue on and flourish like weeds on your heart
An evergreen in every dream
A thought of thoughts in the depth of drought
Sing as if you are alone
Unabashedly so without care of another
Sing a tune that makes you think of happier times
And make up the words you forget in an attempt to rhyme
And fill in the thoughts you misplace
At an attempt to make sense of the once harden imprints that are now mere brushes
Slight indentations
Sing the simplest of songs
For the most intricate of wrongs
And repeat the bridge
To signal a place we lived
Of lullaby and melody and crescendo
Sing a duet for one

feu aux fleurs

Whats left of the life we left
Things lost in the fire
Those of which we cannot forget
Lay with me in a moment of misery
Die with me in the shadows
One piece at a time
With glowing hearts now set to dim
Would you believe me if I said I'd be there?
Despite knowing I could never be there
Merely just to taste your skin and cast a shadow off your glasses
Just to stand on guard and chase away evil thoughts
And steep in waters that no longer stand still
To watch you sleep when you think I'm asleep
The things we've kept and the things we'll keep

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Seasons came and change the time
What once was mine is not always mine
As an action set forth in commission of a crime
What once was indifference
Yet made it seem so sublime
The arrows took hold
They present as sweet but are certainly most bitter
If by chance we shall meet again
Baited, it grew still
Down to a hush
Silently; Softly
Leave me in a place where no one would think to look
Amongst the thickets of despair
The brush of a forgotten bush
To know that hope was stronger than fear
Has made me all the more hopeful
The possibilities replay on a continuous loop
What if she knows?
Had it all been for amusement

zone 6A

In this place
The rhythmic pulse of our hearts beat in unison
The contrast of the cold ground and your warmth
And the convergence looming
The air is dense
We make it thick and its harder to breath
We fit perfectly and its hard to leave
So I prolong the inevitable and hold on to the feeling
This is passion. This is exciting.
This is how its supposed to be
Your teeth clenched
Your eyes squint
An encounter so brief it couldn't help but linger
We remain in sync as we reach peaks
Internal demise
As is such I've died a little inside
You

the moment (working title)

Don't speak as if words are limited
We've got time if we search for it
Nothing is forever and most of it is for not
A few minutes, an hour maybe
Its freeing believing time is not fleeting
As if we could stay in this space of pleasantries
But this journey continues
And we will cross that bridge of impending emotional doom
Slow creeping steps across its damaged enclosure
The arc of love- roller coaster highs turn to plummeting lows
Or worse is the cart that stays straight on a road to no where
Or worse still to keep rising, waiting to fall
That feeling of simply waiting to fall
As we lay in an embrace sweeter than taffy
With stars that shine for you as if you cued them
I'd rather revel in the moment than ruin it

nights spent adrift

Nights like this lend themselves to you

Innocence not lost; loneliness lends itself to you

Your touch

A brush so gentle it draws me in

Your eyes

Soft and inviting

A brown beckoning as they emanate to forever

Streaming tears pleated with joy in the mist of passion

Your touch

A warmth accented by a glow

Every departure makes me grow fonder

If dreams gave way to reality, I'd sleep forever

With the thought of being with you as my eternity

Its visions of such that lay me to rest on these nights

And act in place of you

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From the first time I felt your hand

Your cheeks flush with nerves

A hint of rose pink bleeding out

The first time I felt your lips

A union long into the making, born upon us eons ago

The sweetest things forever reside in our thoughts

The first time you looked at me intently

Far more intense than a glance

Our eyes lock and fray

Oh, they dance

The first time I saw your face

Replays in my mind like an old movie

A moment in time not soon to be forgotten 

before the dawn

Blood on the leaves

The dawn drew its last breath

The brush gave way to marsh

That then became weary in the cold air

The winds grew calm; cessation a sign of things to come

The sun dimmed. Then fluttered. Then its glow just faded away

The clouds hummed

Their once mighty roar reduced to a faint whisper

Indiscernible to most by the day’s end

And the houses they built

From the edge of the sprawl to the corners of the wastelands

The houses they built just crumbled into the ground

The heartbeat of life stumbled to a labored, rhythmic thud

It would all have been for not

Had I not loved her 

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It has been willed so

The convergence set on desire

Of want and of need

Fantasy seamlessly slipped into my sleepless subconscious

Silent thoughts rang out loudly upon a single bead

My heart bleeds and my head aches

And my heart warms and my head waits

For projection actualized

So figuratively close you can literally touch it

One for which yearning can only quell so much

Encapsulated in your kiss

Set a daze from your touch

Lost on a scent

If dreams prevail ill wander until I find you

I wonder if ill find you

the corner (in b minor)

That took a lot out of me

At the brink of the siege

That by which emotions have allotted me

Lost in you

Completely utterly hopelessly lost in you

Time stood still in sunspots

Eyes set adrift upon age spots

A gentle impression of longing left on my lips

Offsetting my core leaving a hush over my being

Leaving me breathless and longing for a moments past

Forsake anticipation for a moment not unlike our last

If I could have it back I’d do it all over again and again 

her(e)

To be where you are

In the literal and all things beyond

To smell the scent of your being

And the nape of your neck

The ripe of your flesh

Sweat beading and pressure climbing

Pulse pounding and hearts binding

Caught in the throes of five minutes from forever

Stuck in the reality of five minutes or perhaps never

Anytime is better than never having felt a touch so sweet

To gaze upon eyes so thoughtfully brown

They cast shadows that echo yearnings that dispel disbelief

Trapped in a hollow dream

Content to remain wherever it is you are

inside a jar

We live without boarders
Lifetimes in lifeless suspension of conscious
We weave tales of discovery
To fill gaps in the absence of recollection

And we abstain from reflection
Because the truth hurts absent from the life
Absent is the mind that lives care-free
From emotional debts and empathy
Free to craft tales and divert misery

The curse of the human condition
Resurrect and introspect
Fine lines and rough shading
The essence of that which conflicts
From the reality and all resemblance
of being inside a glass jar