Ticking Hands, Taking Hands


Tick, tick, tick
The time passes by
Minutes are leaving
Never to return
This little clock
So haunting
Is it mocking
Cursing me
Everything runs away
Never to return
Lost
Alone
Wanting something
Something more
Oh, cruel hands
They do nothing
Nothing but take
In my silence
You shout
Shout at me
Reminding me
Remember
All the things lost
Gone
Never to come again
Tick, tick, tick…

Un-Equally Equal


I am not you, and you are not me

That is something that will never be

Created to be different

Yet born from the same seeds

We are intertwined by many commonalities

But we will never be the same

Difference will always separate us

It only becomes negative by choice

A decision to corrupt it all

Distorting the truth

Making it into something untrue

Creating an un-needed rift

Evil makes different a crime

A shame one must change

Or protest to the extreme

Hate is more than a simple word

It is the activist of discrimination

Accept me not you

We need to be this to be whole

Change your ways but I will not

Why believe such lies

Why continue on in fallacy

We are all imperfectly Human

Haters and corrupt personalities

Selfish bastards to the end

Trying to get the world to accept us

Whether we realize it or not

Even if you do not accept it

This is reality

We all have experienced pain

Let us choose another way

As light expels the dark

Let the perfect love encompass us all

Surround with wholeness

Know truth is so much more

That there is only one truth

We are all broken

Don’t add to the shattered pieces

Do not be what you claim to hate

Be the change you wish to see

Connect in the place we all are born from

Stand up for integrity

Stand up so you will not fall

 

 

With a How


What is called when you want to live, but yearn to die?
What are the words to use when none can describe?
Why does the keep hurting even after the time has gone?
Why must I live those days on a constant repeat?
When these wounds heal, or close, or vanish from sight?
When will my memory recall the joyful times alone?
Where is the place to rest away from haunting dreams?
Where the darkness rest I seem to always be…
How do we fight a seemingly hopeless battle?
How am I to live when I really want to fade away?

The Waiting Breath


Do discover a new way
The version unwritten
A path not yet blazed

For what is this world,
If not a place to live in wonder.

To breath in each new day,
As if it were your very last.

Unbroken
Unwritten
Overwhelmed with joy

Do not believe that the age of discovery has passed.
Do not carry on as if you have known all the unknown.

We have yet to reveal the truth,
In all its raw beauty,
Its actually.
Beyond a mere belief.

This was never meant to be a moment lived standing still.
Do you not see,
The world keeps on spinning
As you await a reason to be alive.

Just simply live.

Going Mad


To be insane
A thin line between creative genius
Why do we dare not cross?
Is it not a freedom?
A mind unlocked
Or broken?
I feel so close to either side
It’s like my home
I have thanksgiving there
Every year
A place to unfold
And unwind
Shall I leap into to nothingness
Escape
From all the faux
From all the fads
Just unlucky they say
In my mind
Some days
It is nothing but dreary grey
A hue of black
All is chaos when color invades
What hope is there?
Recreated tragedies
What a lovely doll
Dressed up in silks and lace
Broken and
Shattered
Bruised and
Battered
Unwanted dreams haunting continuously
Pretty little liars
Decked out to the tens
Or are those nines
Brittle bones are rattling
Dance to this tune
Insanity
A lovely place to dream

We did Wish, Once


When did we stop wishing?
Why do we stop dreaming?
The world is so cruel,
The darkness overflowing.
Are we really so weak,
To let all our hopes be shattered?
Is our will to fight so brittle?
The desire to survive does not thrive.
What a world we live in,
What a world we create.
How sad that all that we could be
May never be.
The choices we make,
Through each experience,
All those consequence,
Our destiny is molded.
Will we enjoy victory?
Our remained crushed?

The story of You and I


The story of you and I
We met, what seems, so long ago, an appointment made by the divine. Our lives became entwined, in those days when we were younger. I never knew, from that first look, that you would be mine. You told me later on, your fateful glance gave you an image of me as your bride. The Heavens were very aware that we were meant to be. We each knew our paths were meant to meet, and to never separate. Till death do us part we shall remain. We made this commitment with each other in mind. Know I wanted you to smile and you wanted my joy. Many blessings we would receive from each ones company. Even through all of the pain, the tear stained sorrows our love would grow into the depths. My heart is yours. It was destined to be yours, always. Yes, together is the place we love. To us, in one another’s embrace is this earth’s happiest place. No terror nor trauma can rip us apart. Bound by eternity our love with forever remain.

Was It Me


Did I Wait to long to heal?

Was it too much to just hold as I was? Broken and frail.

Was it all my fault for being hurt, for being shamed?

What could I do?

I had nothing to work with.

There was nothing in me. Nothing at all.

I was nothing. I am nothing.

This is the Battle I fight every moment of every day.

So why couldn’t you love me?

This is me.

A broken porcelain doll, shattered on the floor.

The Haunting Relm


Awakened with fear on my breath, sweat caresses my entire body. My heart rapidly beats as I lie here trying to distinguish reality from fiction. The horrors in my mind unwind around me, falling away in to falsehood. Yet, a shake to my core. The truth is, it may not have been real, but I was there, living that pain and terror. I cannot shake the memories that threaten to consume. Just when you think you are safe, when you can confront the nightmarish past…it rips into your flesh, as a fresh wound. I continue to tremble through each moment I remain awake, fearing sleep, even more so, afraid to face the day. Even when I am awake I can feel the cold chill creeping up my spine. Will these haunting’s ever leave? Or chase me till eternity?