In the end, there’s just
Allow yourself to see it from my view:
Love is something you lose yourself in
Regret is when you realize, too late that
Everything has changed
And instead of losing yourself, you lost me.
Dreams are haunting your waking hours with
Yearning, but nothing can be changed.
Go on, move forward. There’s
Only so much more that can be done when
Never means forever and
Everything we had is lost.
Alone with her thoughts,
She dreams of a world
High above where
Everything is beautiful.
Darkness cowers in shadows while
Regal angels soar with
Making music while children
Sleep soundlessly nearby…
Home. This is their home. The
Envy she feels can’t be suppressed and
Rears it’s devilish head (awakening hidden demons).
Nothing is safe
In this godforsaken He(aven)ll with
Gnarled angels snarling and reaching out to
Her with knife-like claws
To trace sermons on her
Marble skin, marring it
And crushing her bones to make her
Red rivered veins
Shredded in disarray.
“Come here, darling” sighs an
“My children wait to feast on your
Alone, she stands on
Legs of paper
In the presence of subjective demons
Viciously awaiting her
Perfect pearly periodontals
Plastered on a fresh-faced full frontal
With ruby red luscious lips
And a gallant gaze that never slips.
Powdered cherub-chiseled cheeks
And long slender legs that go on for weeks
Hold together this petite plastered shell
And a bosom that creates thoughts from Hell.
She’s a molding of God’s greatest creation
The epitome of human perfection-
But you must be careful, do not break her!
For she’s hollow within, she has no center.
If you dream a dream of laughter
With heavy giggles falling from the sky
You will wake from bed soon after
Where peacefully sleeping bodies will lie.
If you dream a dream full of tears
Spilling from your eyes like blood from a wound
You will wake alone with your fears
Forever by yourself, forever doomed.
There was a man that spoke in sonnets
A language native to my yearning ear
We shared our secrets in permanent ink
And laughed at trivial reality.
There was a man that spoke in fragments
Broken language here and there
He talked and talked as I listened
And silently loved him in my dreams.
We are born with it
And grow with it
It helps us discover new pleasures
We never knew existed
Our worlds become corrupt
Poisoning our minds with reality
As we grow older
Until we cannot see the fantasy world
Of our past
Our rose colored glasses
Have turned gray
And we have lost it
Until it finds our children
When they are brought
Into a brand new world.
I saw you
Through the window
Of broken promises
Stained with teardrops.
But maybe I was wrong-
For you weren’t sad,
Although your eyes
May have met blissful tears
It was not they
Who stained the window
But merely raindrops
Of a fresh day.
Can hold the weight
Of the gaze we share.
Eyes that meet
Not for the first time,
As motion comes to a halt
Thoughts spring into action
And cause me to yell out to you:
I’ve returned, I’m all yours.