Evanescent

I reside beneath you... yet I fail to see how,
You paint over the past truths... with one lie from now,
I stand beside you... and I take yet another vow,
You watch observantly, raising yet another brow.

Will you not release... thrust me into a sanctuary for mortal peace?
Will you not cease... my perishing through immortal decay and decrease?

In my silence... lies the evanescent beauty of a given sound,
Cry your tears from the sky... and I shall drink them from the ground,
So very lost without you... and in your absence I am profound,
A king of all that is miserable... miserable as a king uncrowned.

Will you not reveal... that I have nothing left for you to steal?
Will you not conceal... that I have nothing left in me to feel?

I hold so many questions... you always give the same answer...
This is your theater... and I am your perfectly puppeteered dancer...
What makes this work? What makes you my everlasting cancer?
Help me... these words are the high to my paralleling trancer.

Will you not take... one of the many sentences that I make...
Will you not break... one of the many meanings that I rake....

Bring me your troubles... let me take your pain,
Maybe such is my fate... am I so destined in vain?
Another flame... forming throughout my inside plain,
Inextinguishable... only fueled by my outside teary rain.

Hollow

At last, in me, one half of whatever seems purely hollow,
Without question, I am your sin and I shall gladly follow.

To no end, to the four corners of each square,
Yet, it is all just too real... it is all just too unfair.

I would throw you away... or burn you in cold flames,
But you are not real... you are not bound by my names.

Shhh! Listen... can you not hear the frequencies of pain?
No?... But this is where they belong! This is their domain!

Never let go... because I am here... at your very side,
Never let go... because I am your friend... or so I've tried.

At last, in me, one half of whatever seems purely hollow,
The other, poisoned love so hard to resist, so easy to swallow.

Drained

The world is spinning... I can only imagine how fast,
Do I oppose... and question the future with my past?
Red skies befall a blue ocean... and I cannot see the contrast,
Why can't I find you... when this world is only so damn vast?

Yet, I stand here, out in your open space,
Holding on to the tears running down my happy face,
Am I but the only sour in all the sweet you taste?
Am I but the only shadow in every dream you've chased?

Lay here, in this silent wreckage of an endless pain,
It seems as though I am the weakest link in your endless chain,
I shall lay beside you, and we shall pray for the fall of rain,
To guide us and flow together... in a river headed for the drain.

Chordless

Reader, understand the pain of this chord,
If you can but listen, hold, distill and record,
You would have shackled, seen and fully assured,
The dryness of a pen that bleeds much like a singing sword.

Reader, do you not see how small a tear?
Yet there is none more precious... utterly none more dear,
Brought forth into the face and name of what we fear,
Soon you will sacrifice... your very masked frontier.

Yet, I wonder, reader, do you cry?
Do you wake up... then ask yourself why?
Stand before yourself... and look into your eye?
I wonder what you tell yourself... and how big a lie.

Reader, do not hate these words, we are all the same,
There is no hate here, no jealousy, no explosive shame,
But who do you push... who do you fight... who do you blame?
When the beauty of rain kills the beauty of a dancing flame.

Farewell, reader, for it is much too late,
My pen has dried up and is as cold as fate,
Return once more, for I will be here and I shall await,
To hear the chordless sounds of our endless debate.

Glory

This path is narrow, straight, and long,
My mistakes are deliberate, random, and wrong,
You had left... proud, unregretting, and strong,
Now I am here... bleeding perfect words to your song.

How does one go about saying what cannot be said?
How does one speak of life... when one is already dead?

So I begin... pressing my head against a cold wall,
The transference of heat begins as my will continues to fall,
Your eyes were incredible... as I so lucidly recall,
To the ground I descend, here... is where I safely crawl.

Can you ever forgive... who I could never be?
Can you ever relive... my one choice of decree?

But how... will I ever end this god forsaken wait?
I am lost... between who I am and my current state,
I had killed myself... when sacrifice was far too late,
Do I go on... hating what I love... or loving what I hate?

Rewrite again the pages of my unwritten story...
For I've failed again in finding my unwritten glory...

Destined

Imagine the face of a man covered in dust,
This man knows no fear, this man knows no rust,
Lifted by earth, yet earth is but a tainted crust,
Deviant determination, a demon driven by must.

His eyes speak of power, and his eyes speak in thrust,
This man knows no betrayal, this man knows no trust,
A principle of fault, chosen by the destinies of gust,
The winds shall befall you, and his eyes seem to do just.

So what is it that makes us choose our destined path?
An equation in which value is but a differently colored wrath?
An axis of inevitable truth, or an axis of a purified blood bath?
What is the equilibrium? Where is the neutral ground to this math?

For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction.
Is this face the negator and silencer to this violent diffraction?
Is it what happens when you look away towards that one distraction?
It is a kind face... one that seems to feed off of our satisfaction.

It is mindless... to try and understand fate,
Instead we choose to ignore, we choose to create,
We choose to forget, we choose never to relate,
We look down, then we claim to walk straight.

Will you follow in my steps? Fellow being?
Will you run away with me? Never stop fleeing?
Will you look towards me? Pretend that you are seeing?
Will you lie with me? Count the minds we are freeing?

Left Behind

I believe in this place, and where I must go,
I believe in myself, and who I must show,
I believe in you, and why you must know,
I believe in us, and how we cannot flow.

I believe in earth, humbled to your very knees,
I believe in locks, and a beautiful key-maker of keys,
I believe in snow, upon a heart that will never freeze,
I believe in love, and the person you want to please.

Ask me to stay, I shall do so just,
Ask me to cry, hurt me if you really must,
Ask me to stray, color me with my own lust,
Ask me to die, I shall wither should I not rust.

Here it is, the final tick of all tocks,
Here it lives, the wisest clock of all clocks,
Here you weave, a lost city with empty docks,
Here you leave, a scarred heart in an empty box.

Faithless

I have this story, I have this dream,
The heat is intense, the cold is extreme,
My thoughts attack me, and I choose to scream,
Everyone hears me, yet none listen so it would seem.

People are everywhere, why do I feel so alone?
Can I not go back? back to the walls of my own home?
Do I stay here? and dismiss all the doors I've been shown?
How has this writer come to know what I keep to be unknown?

I feel my grip loosening, and slipping away,
My hands let go to the count of each passing day,
I want to cross... I know I could never stay,
I shall await my nemesis... as I follow my prey.

One thing, that I will try to never miss,
Is being near you, and your painful bliss,
Counting my heartbeats, every time we hold and kiss,
Hopelessly remembering you, as I dwell and reminisce.

Think of me not as lost and misguided,
But as two meanings interchanged and collided,
As an emotion torn apart and relentlessly divided,
For I have chosen myself, and I have willingly subsided.

Crying

I know that you're crying,
I know how many pieces of you are dying.

I know how much it hurts to see them go,
I know that you hate it, when the tears decide to flow.

I know that you feel so alone,
I know that you're lost inside your own home.

I know that you've tried... and tried,
I know that it was all for nothing... if not all cast aside.

I know that no one seems to care,
I know that nothing around you seems fair.

I know what it is you're going through,
But I know of an angel... crying with you.


Writer's Notes:

Don't give up,
Someone, somewhere, knows how much it hurts.
One day it'll all be over, and you'll find whatever it was you were looking for.
Whoever you may be, I love you.

Free Will

A perfection of words so empty of hope,
There is none to be found under this young man's coat.

Go elsewhere, help is far too late,
Crude creations crackle in the corners of a cubical crate.

Do you not understand the language of insanity?
A reprimanding reach reduces the relevance of reality.

You will realize and come to see,
One day... all minds shall be set free.

Such tragic mystery you so willingly read,
You will never leave your nest, your home, or your creed.

Until you step outside one tragic day,
And feel the existence of an entirely different and redefined way.

You will not question why, where, or most importantly... who,
Because the end is so near... and you cannot help but feel it, too.


Writer's Notes:

Humanity is sick.
The Disease is called free will.

If you give, you deserve nothing.
If you take, you deserve everything.

If I take, you deserve everything.
If I give, you deserve nothing.

If you give, I deserve nothing.
If you take, I deserve everything.

Does this make sense to you?