Each Night, Our Element

Somewhere out in the breeze, I know you breathe.
You breathe just for me.
Within my space, I await your trace.
Your trace that I can taste.

Somewhere in your eyes, I long for the design.
The design that keeps me enchanted every time.
Within my mind, I find our souls intertwined.
Souls interwined to a love so aligned.

Somewhere in your heart, I fell in love with its rhythm.
Its rhythm that keeps me cool during the cold, loved during the loneliness.
Within my rhyme, I realize you are what my love lacked every time.
Every time I wrote myself into a love that was never nearly as divine.

Somewhere in our embrace, I found a boy that is entirely impossible to replace.

story starter

I know a boy who was not designed to grow up. But time took over and he did.
I know a man who was born as an elder. He was just trapped in the body of a toddler until he matured and finally his mind matched his body.
I know a teenager that will never leave the state of mind she occupies now. She never had the mind of a child and it can never develop into that of an adult. Her name is Lacy and that is her specialty: lacing herself into the person that fits for any situation, any time, any person.



obviously this is not done.

i lost her today.

and he lost her yesterday.
the other ones,
well they were never really connected to her anyway.

should either of us wait for you?
because our thoughts still think of you.
But our hearts were taught that
abandonment walks hand in hand with commitment:
Are you commited to your abandonment
or is your abandonment because of your commitment?

she thinks if she never says good-bye
no one will ever cry.
But tears don't form on the outside,
so peacefully in the place you once were,
they reside.

she thought if she never saw their face
the love that had grown
would never keep up its race.
But its been running a marathon pace,
exausted, around the void you created,
its waiting.

if i believe you will be back one day,
will i still even know you?
if he believes you will be back one day,
can he be sure you won't hand him again to rue?

Hopefully the one who is with you now
holds you harder than we held you.
Or else you may just vanish from us all.

q and a.

Feed me less than an inch at a time.
Why is life so hard for people on the inside?
Is where they all cry their tears,
Why are you unable to surface your fears?

Embrace the drops and set them free then
Wouldn't humans better understand we?
All just need to breathe a bit more honesty,
Isn't that the best policy?

Stop discussing your solutions.
Is that easier than putting them into action?
Is the only way to reinvent ourselves and move on,
we can move on, can't we?

The only way to BE is to leave the past in
Memories, aren't they life-lines?
Into an already created place.
Can we stop viewing them as a reason to avoid the future?

So step off the path of the person you were.
Unlock the door of who you want to be.
Is it your dreams that open the threshold?
Not if your hand is already holding the key.

I'm writing to you, Selfish...

because we all see how you are lacing yourself with Loneliness.
If I took you at your surface value,
I would assume Happiness has found you.
It's just too bad I know you deeper than that.
It's just so sad Ignorance no longer lowers my eyelids shut.
So Selfishness, answer me this question:
Are you finished sleeping with Jealousy
or have you just begun?
You stomped all over your connection to Genuine
and if you ever really loved him,
like all your claims,
let Contentment into his life.
Aren't your lies enough to keep you warm at night.

somewhere in the story.

If I could have known you the way I knew you that very first day I met you, forever, then I would have stayed. If I could have erased the dark colors of your past and shaded the colors of your present more easily with your (should-have-been) future, then I would have stayed.

But we all know first days bleed into the second; sometimes soundly, sometimes stentorianly. And that second day blended into all the rest, and before we knew it, before we could stop it, before we could run back into the arms of us as strangers, a year tossed at us the truth: I had already gotten to know you.

Sometimes I wonder what it would have taken for you to choose to stay. I wonder if you even felt like we had washed away the crimson atmosphere of the outside world that first day. That was how I felt, that was the way it always felt when we vacated the world and retreated into our heads. I wonder if you remember how it felt like to be completely at peace and uninhibited. Yet now I wonder if you have even ever gotten the privelage of feeling like that: an uninhibited peace.

But then I remember: you were the first to leave. There were no "if's" about me staying with you. That first day had painted you permanently in my head but you had separate plans, separate motives. Looking back now I think you were running away from us before you even walked in to meet me.

I have become utterly exhausted from seeing so many sprint away from the unknown before they love it enough for it to become familiar.

between the music sheets.

little broken boys fumble in their fake art
trying to convince
barely mended little girls
to come undone.


compare your trials to mine a couple more times
as I toss to you the truth:
we're all just trying to get through.


maybe just a little too much
is trying to get through to you.

Breathe in Bitter Senses

of everything that once could have been.

I watch people put self-timers on
to catch their own lives in action
and I can't help but laugh
because the only memorable moments
are the ones we can't picture ourselves in.

and the people that I try to convince
over and over and over again
(that this life will only be as fulfilling as the lives were living)
keep choking on their chances to renovate themselves.

it does not always have to be about growing up
but, at some time, it does have to be about growing out.

For you,

I want to steal the fear in your eyes.
The fear to break away from the familiar love that entraps you.

I want to steal the fear from your voice.
The fear that one day your confidants will become your critics.

I want to steal the fear in your touch.
The fear that maybe you don't deserve to be touched.

I want to steal the fear in your tastes.
The fear that resides in your inability to eat up anything but a routine.

I want to steal the fear in your cries.
The fear that they are going to leave you just like they were once left.

and what I want most is to steal the FEAR FROM YOUR LIES.
for only the ones that are MOST AFRAID
can honestly blanket themselves with a fantasy they can slick anyone into.

From me.

But then again growth would not be complete
without fear of walking into the unknown alone.

So i place any stolen fear right back
and tell the world that I am sorry:
nothing has changed.
As you sit dissecting which words describe you
instead of just letting them be.

its just a reminder of a hypocrites lesson:
it never matters what your intentions may be
if your end result is all that person can see.

traeh enrohtwah a

You're the only one who knows how to touch me from a million miles away.

With a voice full of aesthetics, you have the most honorable tac tics.

Your one A.M. phone call delivers itself more soberly and two hours earlier than his,

every time. I can only crumble from your long distant kiss.

you were here to stay

from the day you spoke my name.

p.s. i love you boy.

C olliding D iving R uins

and when you close your eyes:

do you see?

the people that you want out of we?

your expectations are NOT

the only few that

have faced a failed fulfillment.

can't you grasp that you have

everything that we all wish to 

come close to even touching?

IF you had more to live for

WHERE would what you have

NOW

go?

(or where did you abandon it

all

ready?)

who decided

*FOR YOU*

LIFE and LOVE

was not worth it

anymore?

Because a boy who once danced with passion

NEVER

steps away from

a girl who chases all her chances of compassion

SLOW DOWN enough to

take in and breathe ALL that surrounds YOU.

The trials and trails can only take us

as far as we want to travel.

Give up now and risk losing the ground you have imprinted.

Give up yesterday and lose all who never deserved to lose you.

Wiped out with Words

*not done.

I need to breathe
A bridge to cast me
From the taste of tingling temptations
Jeopardizing all that was once free.

We are tightly tucked into a tangent
Where we begin to recall memories
Instead of master minding them.
We’re taunted by the tease

Our own shameless betrayals bring.
This repeating process is paused
At a point we all ready filmed.
Yet our eyes and touch caused

Us to fail to recognize this as anything but brand new.
It’s a simple lesson to get used to
When illusions run a finer race
than reality’s debut.

You expected me to passively
shackle the first door that invited me
into a love that once glided along
on a genuinely pure sea.

And now you’ve got me running
My finger through the fires
Slower and slower
Each time our passion retires.

55 Fiction

To a non-Believer,

He boldly confides,

"I don't believe in peace. Not anymore."

Impossible.

I steal his hand, run him into my mind, away from the universe

to lie beneath unselfish stars.

Meditating under eternity, separating selves from necessities.

Together. We're Peace.

He questions,

"How do you create this?"

I admit,

"How did you teach me to?"

Entertaining Sensuality

Desire leans her wondrous body,
her captivating face,
away from the malevolent morals
and tries to cut a moment of Silence's temperament.
---

She wants,

she yearns

TO just BE

left alone.

For one slice of Time is precious.

---

Jealousy stares at her murderously

while Passion plays in the pits of her mind-

entrusting Desire's Susceptibility

but stepping delicately away before revealing what can't be reversed.

---

Everybody's

needs.

Everybody's

hunger.

Everybody's

love.

Everybody's

revenge.

Everbody's

sense of Belongingness.

Rests haphazardly in her hands.

The children she can not let down. Not even gently.

Her Self just desires Freedom from. It. Them.

---

She is a servant to Living.

A casualty left over from Life.

Desire is assassinated by a one-night stand with Satisfaction.

---

Teased,

on the playground between Falsehood and Reality,

by the bully Emotion.

The teacher, Greed, proud of his student.

She is taunted by Promiscuity

and used daily by Selfishness

and the occasional enlarged Ego.

---

She's voted in the superlatives of Most Loved

and Most Longed For.

But in her heart,

and in her head,

she'll step onto the dance floor on the cold, lucid arm of Loneliness.

A few times more, a thousand times over.

The Rape from Within

The night Loneliness slept with Vulnerability

their Lust procreated an unborn

named Promises Empty...

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Abortion thickens the

teenager's thoughts:

a realm of torment.

---------------

Abortion is the essence

of Confusion lovingly lacing

her fingers with Entrapment.

-------------

She abducts the girl's livelihood

while sabotaging a long-lasted

relationship of young, unrestricted devotion.

------------

She meets and greets the girl

with a wicked world within UN-planned parenthood.

Tosses her into the ring with no art of options: Murder. Let Go.

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Nine months enters an enternity

into the woman-child's head.

Homicide seems like the perfect suicide.

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Adoption surfaces subliminally: here, there. Somewhere.

He tangles the situation with a proposed plan.

Adoption becomes the newborn baby that murders Abortion.

Mannequin Musicians

One day songs will wear out,
like a thin sheet of ice chipped
away by a blade, those pseudo days
will drown you with self-doubt.

(they're gonna find your abstruse ways)

Your voice will falter,
your thoughts will backfire
but to someone who is not some one
I suppose it really does not matter.

(hurting them in the process.)

Move out with your movie-covers,
they are all that you are anyway.
The repetition of voiced lines
shows inability to be a self-motivator.

(Don't style to love her if your love is exhausted.)




and i can't find a way to finish as of right now.
finish it later but comments/constructive criticisms
are still welcome.

Cosmos Charm

We envelope each other

in a sunken treasure existence that

we only comprehend.

Dipped in a sea-shaped atmosphere

of silver glistening pearls of passion.

Wait. Step Back.

Passion is too simple.

It's a

Yearning Desire,

a Wavoring Wish,

a Savoring Satisfaction,

an UnDeniable Utopia.

Can't we Never Leave?

Is anything else even out there?

We threw icicles at time

and here

IT actuALLy FROZE.

For a ten minute decade

we swim in an aura of unison,

subtracting selves

and

floating in a solitude of intimacy.

You slipped your hand

behind my head.

Delaying my movements.

Don't worry, free spirit,

no one could make me leave.

Your hair glazed and

drenched in gold

puddles around

your delicate head.

All day, I could lie within its fold.

Lulling lullabies are raining

formation all surround us.

Our minds are tuning

the same sacred sounds.

I can read your mind:

the notebooks of your life and

post-it note passages of present love.

We embellish our muses.

These seductive states elegantly

shun my very shameless dreams.

They parallel no comparisons.

Our bodies correspond comfortably,

stirring our mouths to make music

of surrendering to belonging

This is tangible embodiment

but 'us' is still a nonentity.

My existence becomes alive

the moments your beauty arrives.

We suppressed every one else out there. Promise: not to tell them our story.

To Jessica

I want to Bathe You
in Eternal Toddler-ness
so that Innocense Sweeps
You Up
And Melts Your Heart
For Everlasting Eternity.

I want you to SMILE.
Like you do Today,
Tomorrow and Always.
May I always be Able To
Tickle the Tears Away
If they ever Trickle from Your Lids.

Let the Loving Light of Embrace
Brighten Up Your Blinking Blue Eyes
Every Time You See Me
and the Ones You Love,
even when You Do Not Need Us as Much.

May I always photograph
the Laughter straight
from your Heart.
Lock it up in a Jar
and let it Escape like Fire-flies
streaming fluorescence across any Dark Sky.

Cuddling will never be reduced,
even when your legs stretch out and
your arms Embrace Another.
If you're ever broken hearted Know
you will continuously be My Little Baby Niece.

But then. But Now. But Always.
Comes the Hardest things To Mutter.
Yet have to be Said before Society
Can Have its Chance to Run you Down
like a Sprinter runs the Last Stretch.

Please know, please believe, please never think
that Outsider's Opinions even come close to Matching
the Opinions we Hold of Ourselves.
please Hold in your High Regards the Advice
your Loved Ones Have to Give:

For the Only Ones that Truly Matter
Are the Ones that Take the Time to
Turn Around
and
Show You that You Do.

Connect with the Beauty in Life,
the Beauty in Yourself and
the type Coming Out of You.
Inward Beauty is Stronger than Outward
and Nature is the Purest of them all.

Let Ugliness Drift Around You
but Never Touch You.
That way you Can Understand its Temptation
But Hold the Ability to Be Stronger than it;
Never Succombing into It.

Never Underestimate the Pearly Passion of Love.
Yet Disregard what Comes Off as Tye Dyed Tenderness
Because You Deserve Concrete Colors,
Not Something Ever-Changing,
Not Something Simple, Simply Eye-Pleasing.

Even if, but Hopefully not,
you can Never Grasp the Meaning of these Words
May you Always Feel their Presence.
Feel My Presence.
Always Feel My Presence.

Because Both My Words and Sound,
My Music and My Advice,
My Heart and My Soul,
and My Love and My Love
will always be Around in Hopes to Stifle Your Fears.

Sensationalize

So come on be melodramatic.
the way I know you.
it shows you mean what you say.
you overly mean what you say.
mister essence of everlasting
can not live forever
without carving his name
upon something concrete.