...NightMare...
The dark corridors of my mind, touched by an enlightened force, do so I dream an unpleasing event that could so shrill your every dying movement, just by thought. I turn, restlessly, my head over the newly fluf countless times, trying to dispose of this sleepless night. I arise from my slumber, half drunk in my own sweat, weeping from the unpleasing scenes that my world has suddenly embedded into my thoughts, thoughts that should not be bestowed upon a helpless soul such as mine. "What is Next!?" I cried out towards an imaginative figure everyone seemingly worships, but I be the unfaithful, have always worshiped the lower end of the platform, the one no one speaks of even if questioned to. My mind races, searching for those unanswered questions, hopping by some miracle a savior has left the answers glued to an unexplored portion of my dearest thoughts. The torment of those sights rip through my head like an ocean tide rippling its way towards shore, only to die as soon as it strikes land. I caress my head, soughting out the images. I felt the pain no mortal human could ever possibly undertake, the pain of drowning in ones own thoughts. A breathly scream flowed from out of my throat and passed over my thin crimson lips, but oddly enough not a sound came fourth from it. I shift my eyes back under its blanket of flesh and darkness hopping it would all pass peacefully, but do all nightmares ever pass without leaving small marks in your mental being?
To Whom It May Concern...
There were so many of them, where to begin...? Heartache, one after another, each one pulling my mind into a realm of complete and utter insanity. I couldn't stop it. It took over my life, my thoughts, and my dreams. I never allowed myself to get close to anyone, only close enough to honestly say I cared about them...And of course that hurt as well and it placed me in shambles. Then he came, friend as first, then we dared to take it deeper. The relationship was great from the very beginning, then a distant memory returned and I of course followed it's lies and ended up hurt again. He came once again and we went right back into where we left off. We grew so close that I got scared and began growing distant. I ran, on a day that was observed for the growing hearts of young lovers. I allowed my fear get the best of me and it ended, not only him hurt, but me as well. My biggest fear..: Falling in love.
~Fear vs. Pain
The True Invisions of Love.
The Moment you have waited for all your life will never be felt. Your dreams of listening to the love of your life lay beside you and take the breaths that so sooner place him closer to his maker, will never be heard. The taste of your lovers kiss eluding along your soft plush lips shall never be treasured. To be able to look upon a person and truely admit that he will be with you in the next life, will never be known. The only moment you know love, is when you die...and then you realise that he was standing right there the entire time and you overlooked him...But you never knew.
How could you let it go? The feather, it fell so soft towards the ground without any air or weight pushing it down. Further and further it fell, and without a care in the world. The ground was its welcoming. The rocky edges peered out towards the white fluf as it kept its decend rate towards it. A pair of hands reached out to grasp ahold of it, and yet it seemed to be invisible, but it was seen. Untouchable, it kept falling and falling, catching wind, and yet still it fell. Once again the hands reached out towards it, only to be shuned away once again. Falling... Further... and Further down...It hit pavement with a pair of eyes watching it, the only thing that honestly cared about the feather saw it's final breathless plumet ... Death....
~Help MeThe feel of the wind casting it's chilling graze over my cheeks is a resting period for my soul. The taste of water echoing it's flavour through my mouth is a cherished moment in life. The touch of a kiss upon thine lips is a peaceful moment I shall never forget. The sound of a soft beating heart right next to my ear is unmarkable in feeling, untold by the mouth. The feel of your fingertips lightly protruding along my face is silence in the making. To Hold you would make a lifetime easier. To touch you without a single stoke of the hands is something only I wish upon you. To create memories with you would be a soft whisper in my mind, a whisper forever remembered.
~Love To Be Told.
Look beyond the real meaning and you may find more then you could ever imagine. Look beyond a person and you may find something you never thought you would. Look into a bucket of water and see someone you thought that was lost. Look out over the horizon and see yourself do amazing things you thought you could never accomplish. Look towards a child and see the image of what is to become of the future. Look towards an old man and see the past rewritten. Open your eyes to the world, and maybe the true meaning is there, waiting to be found.
~Tomorrow Is Another Day.
The waterfall.... The irises of life give lead way to a world of unbelievable tales. Shimmering, glistening, and seeping, the water like substance fills this life to complete capacity. Unable to hold this precious substance, the life releases it's treasure over ridges of rough but soft territories. It flows downward, cascading towards the treacherous death that awaits for it below. The uncared for substance trickels with many years of pain and suffering, being buffered in and out of passageways until it's final destiny, over the ridge and down onto the ground. Then, another follows until the life can no longer shed another tear. ~The Crying Widow Blooms... Sparkling white lights, glisten down upon a bush of love and courage giving it life, and or death. Soft arrays of blues, blacks, and grays stripe the bush giving it color, until it's own color shines through with the new day dawning. Creatures stalk over its precious cargo leaving deposites of it kind behind, to grow and be cared for under it's sheltering leaves. Slowly, sparks of red begin to pour over the black, etching its way towards the blues and grays killing it with their beautiful petals. Yellow surges over the horizon throwing a different kind of life onto the bush, giving it beauty and a touch of sunshine. A new day dawns, as well as love, courage, and life.
~The Rose The Mirror.. As I looked upon myself in this outdoors mirror, I realised nothing was more complicated then this simple device. Blues, whites, and even an unmindful clear, strikes itself in its soft glimmering surface. But, color is present in the reflection of this remarkable tool, making it so difficult to even agree on the look it gives. The blinding sunlight, throws it rays deep into it's dashing covering nearly taking the life from my precious vision. I strike my hand harshly towards it, becoming angry at it's stupidity. Why would such a thing use this blinding effect as its weapon? My hand hits the surfacing, shattering its very essence sending ripples of waves towards shore. My reflection is nothing more then a puzzle floating in the blues, whites and the unmindful clear. ~The Water The Sexy Lexy..
Her soft touch tickles the pallid flesh of any human beings body even if she is not touching them. Her creamy irresistable thighs make the guys quiver with unimaginable pleasures, though she desires a woman's tongue between the moist crevice of her vagina. Her moans are echos in the air, sending secret shrills down the spines of anyone close, her own sweet musical sound. Her attitude makes her one of a kind, sending grown adults into a cowering fear while she is in their presence. Lexy is divine, no one will ever replace her. ~The Thought on Lexy A Secret Wish..
I sat there outside staring up into the dark stormy clouds awaiting for the brisk cold water droplets to release from the sky. Vision of you poured helplessly into my thoughts, causing a savoring smile to cross my delecate lips. The wind blew around my fragile body, allowing a few strands of hair to brush up against my ghastly cheeks. Droplets of a soon to be soaking rain began to lightly touch the flesh of my arms, face, and legs sending welcomed pleasurable feelings down my spine. A spirling lightning bolt soared through the sky lighting up the emensity of land with it's careless beauty. A clash of thunder followed, as well as the ground soaking rain.... And while this all happened, all I could think about was you. ~The Night It Rained A Wall...
I built a wall, to keep you out. Slowly, you began tearing it down with each breathless word you softly whispered towards the other side. The words helplessly drowned into my mind, making the stone bricks, nothing more then a pile of dirt. You did not know about the past I so dared to block out, the pain I wished to leave behind, my wish to never step into the secret place called love. But you, you tore down the wall, and loved me for what seemed to be forever. Like all things, it never lasted. You walked away, and I sat there rebuilding the "bricks", picking up the scattered pieces. You turned for one more glimpse of me.. But, it was too late. My imagine was concealed by a wall, and on that wall was written, transparently, my will to never cross over again and become victim of the endless heartaches it brings. ~Statically Embraced - 2000
