imagine if you hadn't left,
you'd still have an "us" to cherish.
imagine if i hadn't danced away,
my life would still be all the same.

I watch the trees fold

inward,

urging us forward

into the path that we hold

in our palms like a treasure;

in it love knows no measure.

Hesitation can disappear in a milisecond

if you don't fear the consquences of your decision.

Even a baby understands

there's so much more he needs to know

before he is able to grow;

but,

a man with an ego,

allows his pride to let him think

he's the only one with any wisdom to show.

(little does he know, little does he know.)

wisdom is tossed around;

listen, learn, and let it flow

until your taught to

just

let go.

it's time to renew.

Pick up the glass as you

hope some wishes will last.

One year's resolution breeds another year's solution;

try to re-build what's lying in ruin

or create a new curiosity

you haven't a clue in.

As you learn words

don't always stay the same

and actions never go away.

You turn away from the one name

that reverberates in your brain.

What you let go

drains you of everything you know.

We need to escape

because

I refuse to look back in hate.

Words with different functions

will always lead to a series of mis-diagnosed assumptions.

Arguments, "aren't we done with this?".

And my heart knows only sentences

cannot prove you ever meant this

but I held on as if I should tempt it.

I'm leaving what I remember

in the deep, frosted snows of December;

you lit my life

but then

put it out like an ember.

I need to live my life void of someone else's temper.

I couldn't handle our rapid drop in temperature

without longing for warmth and soul-finding adventure.

Now I'll always look for a way to leave

from all the times I've been

PUSHED

free;

but that does not mean my mind diminishes my heart's hopes and dreams.

A fairy tale endin'

can still be something'

I believe in.

So i meet and greet the time for departure:

You're the pages in my notebook that spark the words we both search for,

the connection we both dance towards.

Unity paints a prettier picture.

Evaporate into me as I demonstrate what you need.

It's time to renew the dreams you thought were through.

two decades or so.

In life, many start

although they lack heart.

But in art,

you have to break apart

before you get an invitation to depart.

Lose,

Loss,

Get Lost.

Memory can melt away

like frost

if you let it.

Does the dance end if he lets go of her hand?

If she is not taken and lead?

Didn't the force begin outside both of their heads?...

Why should

what other's Lack

hold Her Back.?

Terpsichore~~~~~~Choreography.

Let the audience feel what the dancer sees.

If he leaves her alone,

she'll let him be.

Then delicately slip

her hand back into

rEaLiTy.

Locate the

once upon a time

*she was free*.

Naked of their cover,

a tree still stands no

matter how many

parts leave her.

But to feel

Warmth in Winter,

bare roots know

you need the perfect

mixture.

(2 souls came together straight after their escape from nature.

Signs that you pass by will catch up to you in time.)

I've all ready felt a divine fit;

now how do I get passed it?

as time grows,
we lose the only ones
we've ever known.

Yet time still rushes
and my cheeks learn to flush
with the rage of a new blush.

your sights, your sounds
are bringing me around.

Read my mind through turquoise eyes.

Dance in connection with my skin

as I swing softly

from side to side.

I can bring the past back in just a moment's time.

Your love remains: a stain;

as my body longs for your embrace.

A life I used to taste on a daily basis is a tattoo on my brain.

Once upon a time we went so well together

how is it now we don't even know one another?

Where did you go? You disappeared in a style so slow.

How much time is necessary to spend alone? When time isn't even yours to own.....

When will we find each other again and grow;

This time we'll finally know:

The feeling of lone will forever be unknown when you learn

life isn't meant to be lived in monotone.

http://www.euphoria-magazine.com/photography/34-photography/139-beautiful-photos-silhouettes

i need to learn how to get these silhouette shots on here, their phenomenal.

fantasy inspire me.

I want to undress you from the cold.

Learn the way your body
twists,
assists,
folds
and molds.

Inside is where I learn to feel what I know to be real:

I can still bloom,

however far it may be from June.

I know summertime is at noon

or whenever

we're together

in search of our timeless tune,

in search of

adventures that left us a season too soon.

But we explore

in spite of what we've learned before.

Re-live the good of our past

the moment I make my way back.

I return like I've never left you;

like I never knew it could be this new.

Children,

in the heart,

teaching one another

the significance of being true.

No hesitation leads one to speak the truth,

Remind me

how it felt to be asked to

"stay with you".....

curious

I didn't inherit anything from my parents;

although

they taught me to be everything they weren't.

I cannot trace any of my characteristics

and say "they are the reason I'm like this."

I don't know the shape or shade of their eyes

and they'll never know how their lies have made me wise.

This world will

spin you around,

let you down,

and pretend

they never heard your sound.

Being your friend is energy spent

as

I reach out for the love I've mistakingly sent.

discovery when you're in need.

I like being alone and
it's not that cold
when you respect
your body as your own home.
A haven to hold
the temple together
as you lose yourself
and wash away the
weight of the world.

with sweet understanding
comes new awakenings

your soul sets itself in slow motion.

i've watched it grow
try to take hold
lose, gain, manipulate control.

Now, it rests
and rejoices
at how much it is blessed.
Despite society's destruction
and daily dose of chaotic injections;
I've avoided self-infliction and
learned how to flourish
in my own
Creation's recreation.

I'm dedicated to the words that
engage me in my own mind.

No need to look to others
for something that
all along,
by yourself,
you could find.

It's the ending but still the beginning of an endless dive into a new day.

"Pieces falling from me.
You can have them for free.
I've never felt SO COMPLETE." -Gomez

redemption

If I don't judge
I run the risk of following
the same mistakes I watched them make.

When you justify your EVERY mistake,
you lead a life where MORE
are understandable and okay to make.

I assign accountability
according to my own memory.
No child should have to grow up without a daddy or a mommy.

I can call it a tragedy
because I sometimes seem to be
the only one who knows
or cares
exactly what children need;
no child can blossom without the love people call family.

I don't buy into being a victim of the system,
your not a walking footstep
of your parents abuse and shame,
no matter how easy it might be
to play that card in this game.

My mind can no longer stay silent
when it hears the innocent hearts crying.
What kind of world do we live in
when confidentiality masquerades
an epidemic of murder?
And, in the end,
no one has done anything wrong.
No one shoulders any blame
or pursues any change.
You forget your "mistakes"
and go about your day;
you think:
"it's not like it effected anyone's life anyway."

Pregnancy should be illegal
until a person learns what it means to raise a baby.
Accidents don't just happen if you take enough steps of precaution.
Sex is a decision
and if you can't deal with the possible repercussion,
just STOP DOING IT.
Abortion shouldn't even be an option.
Who are you to decide that death is a viable solution
to your own slip and accident?
Is it really
"your body, your choice"
when
there is clearly ANOTHER BODY
in your equation because of the
choices you have been making?
What happened to their choice
and their voice?
People play ignorant just because this society lets them.

These days
accidents don't just happen,
like everyone tries to claim.
There are so many measures of prevention
that accidents just shouldn't happen.
And even if by the very minimal percent chance they did,
wouldn't you think that child is a miracle, a blessing, defying all the odds to bring it's own life into existence?

If you took so many precautions
and it still managed to happen,
don't you think that's a sign of
something greater trying to speak to you?

This is life,
another human's future is in your hands
but, too often, it's viewed as nothing
and then you wonder why this keeps on happening.
Why people grow up to cycle through the same phase.

No one ever turned around and told them
"I'm sorry. Please don't grow up to be like me."