The negativity snakes are wrapped around me;
Choking me in an ocean of apathy - Dancing
Upon my cracked heart (to think it was once full of

Delightful hope). The constrictor coils around my throat,
Snapping his jaws on the back of my neck - unleashing the
Venom of pure loathing into my veins - filling the crusty

Remains of my soul. Never to dream again of a life so
Overflowing with renewed sense of castles in the sky.

mood: pessimistic

I am so cold today; my breath is
White puffs - there is no
Blanket enough to warm me.

I did everything wrong today - I covered
Your face in my pessimism - locked my
Heart in a cupboard all nice and

Tight - I'm wrapped thick in my own
Mistakes, enough to choke my every
Breath. I am so cold today; my eyes

Sting from wind and tears.

Today I built a trench - to try to
Survive the barrage on my heart
(I've built it wide and deep

With thick walls to keep

Me) There, I hide as rain of
Fire shimmers down (once
Thought it beautiful almost like

Fireworks) But as time goes
On, I add and add to their
Thickness - My helmet and armor are

Graphed to my skin (I almost

Believe that the war on my
Heart doesn't even exist)

A soul so full of flame - A
Fire that always burned until
The END

With a tiny frame, she was a
PURE light, shining upon
Us all

While her heat lives inside,
Her's has flickered out into
The NIGHT

But we will burn forever.

mood: crushed

If the waking life is naught but WORRY and
DOUBT, will the dreaming soul still
KNOW that the cup is half full -

And men are met with brides instead of
TIGERS - When stress manifests in the
Lining of the intestines - That FEAR

Live our lives for us.

Take that chokehold by the EAR -
Show it to the mirror (mostly the
SELF) That tricks are just for

Children - Remember those days
Then the day ended when the SUN
Went down, and LIVES were lived

Solely for the summer air.

If I were to cut a heart shaped hole inside your
Mind, would you remember me then? With silver
Sheers and lonely tears -

Would those slithering slices be enough to
Charge your thoughts to look at me? Severing the
Connection upon reflection -

Will you remember me then?

mood: lonely

If I were to bundle all the
PASSION that courses through the
Veins, I could build a tower ten

FEET tall. Each floor would be a
New emotion; everyday day I would
Fly between them (my wings are

Pasted on with glue). Most days I
End up falling to the bottom; to the
Darkest deep LOATHING floor where

I stay to live the rest of my days.

I fold my emotions deep within the
Blanket of my subsconcious; I fold and
Fold and fold until those feelings become
Ingrained within their threads.

Folding this cloth into a

Crane, I watch it fly away. (Bye,
Bye Birdy!) And with my remaining
Shell, I fall aSLEEP, ASLEep,

asleep. I dream, drEAM,

DREAM of my sadness.

Your eyes of melted snow -    Wash
Away all the mud of my past.
Drown all my worries in those
Depths -

I feast upon your delicious smile - my
Heart dances to a tune I've never
Heard before (but played only by
You)

But when sadness lurks behind those
Eyes - Dark thoughts of the
Unknown (Can you really love me?)
Yes

I'd jump into the endless Azure-
Consuming all the regret and
Doubt - Feeling it course through my
Veins-

I'd take it all. To hear your sweet
Tune -

I'd give anything.

When I was young, I planted many
Young seeds of all my dreams in my
Field of Hopes.

As I grew, they grew too - into tall lanky
Trees, winding their hands to the sky -
I lifted mine high.

Until that day that the cold Reality came
Sauntering in - blowing her withering
Kisses upon my field.

Slowly, each tree curled inward - shaken by the
Molesting ardor of Reality - forming large
Black stumps in their wake.

Until my beautiful trees form a graveyard in
My field of Hope - and there am I to
Walk my lonely steps.

Casting glances at was a once bright
Future - to contemplate the complete destruction
Of my soul.

Tomorrow is not Mine.

I live in a box made of tinted glass -
Yesterday I felt strong enough to chip away
At the darkness that kept me.

But upon the hour, I begin to regret - 
Living in my tiny world of dark glass
Seeing the world in overcast -

I hid away.

Finally opening the sleek walls that
Bathed me in their ink -
Life has preyed upon me.

Digesting the forbidden Fruit of Optimism -
Hope lodged itself inside my mind
And as malignant tumors do

Hope threaded through my veins.

How foolish I am for chipping away
At the dark skies of my earth
Filling them with joy!

But I caress the edge of this joy blade -
Sharp and swift mirroring his Hope partner,
Slicing the outlines of the

Boundries to Paradise. 

So today, I feel the burn of dancing upon
The crevices of Love - sinking deep within their
Dark hollowed parts.

What was once true, is now uncertain - 
Flirting with hope never made clear
How much you mean to me.

(I lost)

 I've built a cell of my insecurities;
The glistening bars cast of my tears -
Pound into the ground with all my fears - 
What is love but a racing dream?

I'm panting along trying to make it

To the finish line; somehow my 
Nose isn't big enough to hold me -
(Is this how it's supposed to be?)
And the ice bars keep me in

to Cage the tiger hiding deep within.

My emotions set upon glass - Let's
Punch a hole in another piece of my 
Life and drink it all up until the glass

Is half empty. (or half full)

 I fly into the sky, haboring tears since I've
Crashed into the brick wall of 
Rejection - Thick with ice, the

Cold never seems to go away -

Please stay away, I don't want to 
Hear the silence stretch taut as the
Rope around my neck - Let me 

Lean towards the neverending sky -

Until even God cannot find me.
Nothing is more important when
You felt nothing from my kiss.

I build the walls around me again.

 I'll fill you to the brim,
Dear loathing in my heart - 
And let you pour over

If there is an excuse today

Then sell me substance (paper
No plastic) - Something with 
More than eggs in a basket -

Even if I pile all my wishes

Into a vial of hope - there'd 
Be none left for you - for me -
We'd live in absolute

Heartbreak.

I have eaten the ambrosia of
Addiction - for many years I sat at that
Table drinking the ale of the
Addicts -

I watch you with eyes of the same
Affliction - Sucking down saturated fats of my
Adoration. I come to you always with my
Wicker Smile -

You pretend to know me as you too
Feast at the table of corruption - I know
Naught of this game you call
Romance -

It has been so long since I've
Given anyone the shirtsleeves
Between my legs - Ardor knows my
Fervor.

If I have everything at once--
I am filled with emptiness.
Possession and purity are
Contrary - Leaves know when to

Leave (as much as limbs

Try to take hold).

Release all tension and focus on
Now - the burden we bear is to live
In the moment.

Experience the graze of a
Twirling wind - sing with the
Robins who have returned

For the Summer.

He haunts my dreams (but he'll
Never know) The ache that once was
Reserved for him - my heart

Embracing Nothing - Embracing Everything

Finds the way out of this Mouse
Trap - tears held in too long and
Bruises form on skin that once was

Purely Flawless - Purely Perfect

Needs something more than just
Hands on activities (I've dropped it
All - he'll never forgive me) Watching

Ageless memory - Ageless pain.

I'll live in the ashes of my dream -
A place I've known since my hands
Were smaller than a grain of sand.

Time acts as the wind - eroding
Away all the fleshy demands of
Our imagination - until -

Merely the bone of our existence
Remains. Together with the ash and
Bone, I create a new way of living

In the dust of my salvation.

Spoken words are simply vibrations in the
Air; really there is no definitive between
Love and Like and Pleasure and Distaste.

You can always say things - solidity is much more
Than words to a voice, or ink to a paper. (I'm sorry
I failed out of the language for the HEART).

Yet, those very words enchanted the senses,
Startled the mind, and confused the very organ of
That emotion termed "LOVE."

In the end, those words were simply grains of
Sand (Falling into my ocean of LONELINESS)
Sinking deeper into my memory.

Only to stab my eyes with tears upon reflection.