Talk to me

I get it.
You want to be alone,
You want to figure out life yourself,
You need to isolate yourself to think clearly,
You need to be free of distractions to understand what to do next. 
I get it. 


But you can't replace the personal connect. 
You could try talking to me like you're talking to yourself,
It'll be like I'm not even there. 
But I'm there,
For you. 


I won't take away your control,
I'll just share the responsibility of you having to take such a big decision all by yourself. 
That's it. 
I'm no replacement for your mind,
Just a bystander. 
Know what I mean?

Leap of Faith

Silence is my enemy.

If it appears and you leave,

I won’t be alive anymore,

And though I’ll live, I’d rather die.

Yet I’m tempted by the abyss of your mind

And the shadows it brings.

The promise of fruit makes beggars dance,

And me resist.

Every day I could impress upon you a million reasons

Were you not fasting so strictly from temptations.

So I know,

That when the time comes I’ll have my proof.

Your eyes will belong to me,

And I will extract my vengeance from them.

We will stand on the edge of that cliff

And jump into the valleys of eternity

That lie in crevices of our minds,

And the earth will move on unaffected

As the universe changes within us.  

That day, I will be fearless,

I will be fearless. 

Of Acceptance

Oceans mingle,

New colors born in their embrace.

I am me

And forever, understood in this moment.

I can safely melt into your waves

For eternity in this moment.

I can battle your eyes,

Gently with a smile

And rest calmly,

When you carry me to the shore.

I can build castles,

But you do not wash them away.

We build life in the sand

And the magic descends to rest in our abyss.

Sleep sweetness,

Rest in the beautiful ocean.

Sink peacefully in me

And drink the soothing acceptance.

I shall be still

The devastating hurricane cuts through the lands

Pure destruction in its intention.

But the gentle promise of peace

Is laid in dewdrops of divine scents.

The elusive hope of acceptance

And comfort from a power greater than fear or pain

Battles its way into the very core.

He holds my hand

But I do not feel his skin.

Only the scents calling upon me to be still,

Promising oneness.  

You live inside me,

In the dungeons of my disgrace

Calling upon me to be still

Promising oneness.

I seek your consent.

Let me hold on.

Be gone but I shall be still.

I am a reaction

But that is not my fate.

I wish those lines were written to me

I wish those lines were written to me

Then perhaps I’d stop running.

But perhaps I wouldn’t.

But I’d be less empty, not complete.

I wish those lines were written to me

Then maybe I wouldn’t feel so vain

As I do now.

A pond devoid of waves and movement.

I wish those lines were written to me

Then it might have been possible for me to be strong

And believe that roses are beautiful

And the mind is one.

Just a chance,

But a chance nonetheless,

Might there be of utter completeness

The sharp complete lines upon your face

The complete purity of your soul

I, complete.

But I do not dare to hope

Maimed from lying drunk in its false promises

I do not dare to ask

Yet I do.

I ask.

I wish those lines were written to me. 

Scents

Scents injected overwhelm these vestiges,

And words ensnare the dying mind

With an invitation of the deepest plunge

And the thrill of complete destruction.

His friends hold him too high in regard.

He’s just an imposter with tailored trousers and a bleached shirt.

Treading on the sheet of ice

And staring into the eyes of the black chasm,

I have all but forgotten his existence.

Dark are the intentions and darker still are the desires.

Floating softly as a wisp of virgin cotton

Sharply ripped by wind and lightning.

Eager as the viper seeking prey

Gasping for air after tasting the scents.

I am rid of him,

And gladly so.

I'll show you how to feel

The words are falling outside my window

Burying even the snow-covered paths.  

The words will never end

Because you’ll never end.

You’re gone.

You’re mine.

Why should I discard your pretty torture?

Abandon the wild pain your calm eyes stab me with – no.

You can’t love him like I love him,

You can’t burn with a smile on your face.

The night is strong, and it threatens to engulf

And drown me slowly with the cool winter wind.  

I’m learning ways of dying through the life you inflict,

The sweet, sweet, sweet stabs of life.

I can’t love you any more

But I think there’s still some more, a bit more I can love you.

So if these words hurt you, I’m sorry

Go be at peace with another, I’ll carry on somehow.

But just in case you want those pretty stabs too

I’ll show you how to feel.

And I’ll be tied up in a straitjacket while you watch me

Holding her hand and telling her how you loved her reflection.  

The waves carry it on

And as it swims with the current,

It drifts to unknown seas

Where danger surfaces with the surf.

But when it swims against the current,

It’s thrashed and smashed

And broken.

But it finds the way home.

It’s you.

Though castles on homely shores

Have been washed away.

Yet castles can be built again

And wooden logs can decay

Trees can shed their leaves and burn

While stones change shapes.

Home will be calm still

And soak you with peace that the waves washed away.  

Home will calm you

I promise.