Death

Death the silent lover, the carrier of souls.
Death the answer to my problems, the hero of my hurt.
Death the last great adventure, the last conquest.
Death the icy black, the inky lovely.
Death the hollow eyes, the evil grin.
Death the breaker of wills, the destroyer of futures.
Death the uninvited, the unwanted.
Death the lover of razors, the collector of blood.
Death the loser, the winner.
Death the fear giver, the comforter.
Death the beautiful, the dead.

Die

For faker, I hope you like this my friend.

I think about your soft skin and I die.
I think about your sweet kiss and I die.
I think about your light touch and I die.
I think about your eyes staring into mine and I die.
I think about your heart in my hands and I die.
I think about me saying I love you and I die.
I think about you saying you love me and I live.

Delusional

Delusional to believe that there are people who can think for themselves.
Delusional to believe that those who go against the grain have a chance.
Delusional to believe that we can do anything besides just following.
Delusional to believe that we can break free.
Delusional to believe that we can lead.
Delusional to believe that we are different.
Delusional to believe that we matter.
Delusional to believe that we care.
Delusional to believe that we will be heard.
Delusional to believe we will survive.

If believing in these things makes me delusional, so be it.

I do believe that we can think for ourselves.
I do believe that we can go against the grain and have a chance.
I do believe that we can do anything besides just following.
I do believe that we will break free.
I do believe that we can lead.
I do believe that we are different.
I do believe that we matter.
I do believe that we care.
I do believe that we will be heard.
I do believe that we will survive.
I believe we will rise above 'them'. Do you?

Remember Me

Remember me when I am gone.
Remember me when the wind blows.
Remember me when the rain falls.
Remember me when the sun shines.
Remember me in the thunder.
Remember me in the lightning.
Remember me in the pain.
Remember me in the joy.
Remember me in the silence.
Remember me in the dark.
Remember me when you are alone.
Remember me and I will be with you, Always and Forever.

Walk with me

Take my hand and walk with me
Through the forests of demons,
Through the mountains of shadows,
Through the valleys of death.

Take my hand and walk with me
Past the boundaries of our bodies,
Past the limits of our minds,
Past the constrictions of time.

Take my hand and runaway with me
From this place of painted faces,
This place of fake smiles,
This place of dead eyes.

Take my hand and runaway with me
From this place of prison,
This place of of chains,
This place of unbelief.

Take my hand and runaway with me
From this place of pain,
This place of guilt,
This place of pointing fingers.

Take my hand and walk with me
Away from this life.

When I see your face.

When I see your face my heart melts. The splinters of ice my failures have hurled at me shatter into millions of pieces, each one reflecting your eyes, your lips, your life. When I see your face the darkness from my eyes is lifted and I can see the light of love shining from your heart. When I see your face all my confusion is chased away, leaving understanding and peace within myself. When I see your face I see the eyes of unconditional passion staring back at me. When I see your face I know what it is to be complete. When I see your face my heart, mind, body and soul become yours. When I see your face I am open, exposed, vulnerable and free.

What Is love?

What is love?

Love is jealousy
Love is passion
Love is pain
Love is wonder
Love is dark
Love is blood
Love is tears
Love is deadly
Love is blind
Love is mute
Love is cheap
Love is priceless
What is love?.........................Unattainable

Roller Coaster

Up, down, all around it speeds me on.
To the night sky, to the frozen ground it speeds me on.
It thrills me, frightens me, soothes me and speeds me on.
It leaves me, loves me, hates me and speeds me on.
One thing to make me feel all, one thing to drain me dry and speeds me on.
I wonder where I will end up, end in, end out and it speeds me on.
I want it to stop, slow down, ease up but still it speeds me on.
Every high, low, and in between it speeds me on.
This ride of rides speeds me on.
This emotional roller coaster.

Time

The beyond lies before me.
My journey through forever has begun.
What lies beyond the beyond?
The world I long for, the life I desire.
My mind tells me "You will never make it, you will never succeed".
My heart tells me " Go on, just one more step".
Will I ever reach that place?
Death tells me "No".
But I must continue.
I must go on and make my footprints in the sands of time.
I must make it to the land of tomorrow.
I cannot give up.
I must go on and escape this life, this place, this hell, this shell.
So, I will carry on.
I will take one more step, and one more step, another, another.
I will continue.
I will not give in.
I am coming, my tomorrow.
I am coming, my time.

When we two parted......by Lord Byron

When we two parted
In silence and tears,
Half-broken hearted
To sever for years,
Pale grew thy cheek and cold,
Colder thy kiss;
Truly that hour foretold
Sorrow to this:

The dew of the morning
Sunk chill on my brow-
It felt like the warning
Of what I feel now.
Thy vows are all broken,
And light is thy fame;
I hear thy name spoken,
And share in it's shame.

They name thee before me,
A knell to mine ear;
A shudder comes o'er me-
Why wert thou so dear?
They know not I knew thee,
Who knew thee too well:-
Long, long shall I rue thee,
Too deeply to tell.

In secret we met-
In silence I grieve,
That thy heart could forget,
Thy spirit deceive.
If I should meet thee
After long years,
How should I greet thee?
With silence and tears.

Fairytale

Once upon a time their was a boy named Ruinsfall and a girl named Drifter. He lived in Arizona and she was from nowhere, Utah. Their worlds were separate and beyond their knowledge. One fateful day they met in a secret meeting place, and their worlds came crashing together. They spoke through fingers and voices. His words intrigued her, and he called her amazing. He dedicated words and heart to her and she gave him the most precious treasure she possessed, her love. Day and night they spoke, every moment wanting to hear the other. Thoughts and dreams followed them both. He was beautiful to her, though she had never seen his face, she did not need see him to know he was beautiful. Words were said and love bloomed. As stars shone in the night sky they would look upon them at the same instant, he in his world and she in hers. For a moment, a fleeting second they were together. They saw the same sky. One day Drifter spoke to Ruinsfall with love in her fingers, and as always she waited for his reply but it did not arrive. So she waited, minute after minute, hour after hour, day after day, and month after month. His reply did not come. She allowed her fingers to reach out to him once again, but still no reply from her seeming hero. She waited longer, lifetime after lifetime. Nothing. She said to herself
" What have I done? What have I said that I should not have said? What have I thought that I should not have thought? What have I hoped that I should not have hoped? " After ages of agony she tried one last time to catch his attention. Never a word came back to comfort her. How she was deceived by this voice in the dark promising love and life! How bitterly he threw her love away! She wept from hurt, from pain, from emptiness.

You may ask what became of Drifter. After her heart was ripped to pieces. After all this anguish she still waits. Deep down inside of her, in the shadow of her disappointment and sorrow, there lies a small hope, a glimmer of possibility. Maybe, just maybe, someday her Ruinsfall will return to her. His voice cutting through her night, ending her torment. So she waits, gazing at the stars, clinging to hope. What will become of her? Only time will tell. The End.

Only You

I love only you.
I want only you.
I need only you.
I crave only you.
I desire only you.
I live only you.
I breath only you.
I bleed only you.
I feel only you.
I cry only you.
I right only you.
I wrong only you.
I think only you.
I see only you.
I hear only you.
Only you can make my heart beat.
Only you can make my heart stop.
Only you.

Falling

Falling down the hole,
Where I'll land no one knows.

Falling, no net to catch me.
No hands to hold me.

Nothing to grab on to,
I cannot save myself.

I cannot stop myself.

Falling, falling,
Down, down, down.

A never ending emptiness,
A never ending dark.

No stable ground,
No constant land,
Nothing to depend on.

Falling forever.

Portrait

What story could be told with my portrait?
Loss, heartache, abandon.
What would be sensed behind the eyes of my portrait?
Hope, fear, wanting.
What vision could be seen from my portrait?
Desperation, heart break, desire.
What sound could be heard through my portrait?
Weeping, screaming, hollow laughter.
What feeling could be felt about my portrait?
Sadness, disgust, pity.
What smell could be received in my portrait?
Decay, rot, earth.
What sense is most tied to my portrait?
All the stories are told, all the senses spent, all the visions seen,
All the sounds heard, all the feelings felt, all the smells received.
What is left but me?

Dead Garden

The iron gates stand before me,
Guarding the bodies within.
I enter in this garden of my love.
The rows are dull and quiet.
No color, no life.
My dreams no longer bloom.
My hopes no longer grow.
Flowers of my life are dead and gone.
I take the lily of my heart into my hand.
My fingertips brush the wilted petal,
It turns to dust.
It's body crumbles in my grasp,
Carried away with the wind.
I look around me.
Dust and death surround me.
Empty and dead,
There and gone.
I walk among the rows.
The smell of a decayed life filling the air.
A garden of forgotten ideas and plans.
All dead, all gone.
My dead garden.

Sea

The beautiful deep waters call to me,
Beckon me to join her.
The icy deep, my home.
I can see the wind playing in the surf,
Dancing in the moonlight to the beating of the earths heart.
The beautiful life beneath the surface.
To be home again, weightless and whole.
The roaring water around me, sounds of freedom.
She touches my face with her icy fingers through the spray,
And I am comforted.
She is with me and I am not afraid.
The sea, she watches under the eye of the moon,
Waiting for my return.
Such breathtaking beauty,
Such comfort and peace.
My home.

Knight

Where are you my knight?
My hero among heroes.

My safety, my sanctuary is in your arms.
My life, my heart is in your hands.

I want to see you,
Feel you,
Know you.

My rescuer, my chieftain.
Find me in this maze of black and blue,
This hell of mine, paradise of theirs.

Help me,
Guide me,
Love me,
Protect me.

Save me, my knight.

Suicide

Why is suicide so frowned upon? I don't feel it should be seen as a bad thing anymore. Is it so wrong to end this life to see what is in another one? I think suicide can be a beautiful thing. Especially when done for love. What better way to show your loyalty and complete love than to take your life in that persons name. I don't feel people should see suicide as just death, but a way to finally be free. A way to finally fly. A statement of how much this world rapes and torments and kills the spirit, contorts the images of love and how it should be. I feel it is courageous to take your life before that happens. Before you become like everyone else. That would be an unfortunate death, to be put with everyone else. No standing out, no impression made, no reason to be thought of. Just blending in, easily forgotten, easily overlooked. How horrible a death that should be. Suicide seems to be a lot of things, but if anything it should be an answer to the monotony, an answer to the sameness.

Epitaph.........by Percy Bysshe Shelley

These two friends whose lives were undivided;
So let their memory be, now they have glided
Under their grave; let not their bones be parted,
For their two hearts in life were single hearted.