Distance

Lights
flicker
on
and
off
somewhere
not too far off
in the near
distance

My eyes flutter
fighting off
the inevitable sleep

The cosmos blend together
the stars
collide into one

The night sky becomes
a smeared painting
A window
into another universe

My heart yearns
to go back home
but my body
drifts off
into
a
soft
slumber

...
Is there anyone out there?
...

The silence is unbearable.

I reach for your hand,
knowing full well
it isn't there.

Just one of those nights
that I need you more
than others.

But maybe
when I drift off
into the land of dreams
I will come
face to face
with you.

And we will smile.
Our hearts
will
intertwine
by their rhythmic beating
and once again
we will
be
one.

Catching Up To You

It is in the night's darkest hours

That I come to life.

Watching the stars dance 

in and out of eyes reach

Watching the world 

close her eyes 

and fade out.

I imagine that you are here

running the streets with me

as I glide like a ghost

between street lamps

and the black pitch 

of night.

I hold your heart

close to mine

as I lay in the cool grass

-eyes to the sky-

imagining that you

are gazing at the same

universe 

My body shifting comfortably 

as the nighttime lullaby 

rocks me into a light sleep.

Dreaming of your being.

I cannot shake this thought

that we must be connected 

on a subconscious level

and that you see what I see

you feel what I feel

I am 

who you are.

But surely I will never know.

The first ray of sunlight

wakes me.

I gather myself back into the darkness,

and glide back home

as if guided by your soul.

Starlight

guide me

through the darkest

of nights.

Guide me

to my 

heavenly 

home.

Embrace me

as I succumb 

to your grace. 

Rest.

Tonight
I write

to the broken.

to the beaten.

to the Damned.

But most importantly...
-
To the survivors.



A cursed community
living in the shadows.
Among the liars,
the cheaters,
and the dead.

This world is too much for us.
And as such,
let us rest easily
in our eternal bed.

Rest in peace those we have lost.
Rest those who remain. 

Stained Glass Memories

The moment I realized

That I cared

more than you ever did

was the moment 

I bit my tongue

and wished

to go back.

Oh how we hold onto 

past memories 

like precious stained glass

I look out into the universe 

for someone 

for somethign

to tell me

You really cared.

 

But truly

All I have to do

is think back

to our last moments 

to know

you never did.  

And that's called moving on.

Lifeless

And suddenly

He breathes.

The torment will never cease.

The fear grows

in my fading

hours.

Fated

Hours continue to pass.
Another day faded into the past.

How many more must we lose?

Lift my chin.
Open my eyes.
I  cannot run from fate.

Insanity has a way of seeping under your skin
and into your mind
when you're not looking.

Like something of a nightmare
it comes to you
when you least expect it.

While you are at your most comfortable

It takes you
like a thief
in the night.

Come morning
your family
is left
picking up the pieces
that lay before them.

Shattered.

Hurt.

I take this hurt
and I write it down
for the world to read
knowing full well
that they won't.

I take this hurt
and I set fire to it.
Hoping,
watching
in anticipation
that it catches
and burns
with a passion so bright
I could move an audience
to tears.
to revolution.

I take this hurt
and cry it out.
The heart wrenching
pain.

Another soul.
Too young.
Is lost.

One heart stops.
I wonder
Those final moments.

How wild the fire cries.