Lights
flicker
on
and
off
somewhere
not too far off
in the near
distance
Wednesday, January 28, 2015
Tuesday, January 27, 2015
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.
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.
Sunday, January 25, 2015
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.
Wednesday, January 7, 2015
Monday, January 5, 2015
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.
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.
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