Eternity.

The sky pressed down upon their heads and as their outstretched hands grasped for the clouds, their emotions were seen flying away. Their spirits landed upon rocks in the corner of the room and their souls drifted out to sea. The sky loomed and they felt they could touch the stars. The bringing of two worlds and two people forced them and edged them. The moon surfaced and shone deep into their eyes. Both eyes stared upon the silver crescent half moon and it was at that moment they became utterly and completely emerged. The moon tied their bodies as one whole, remaining that way for what will seem to them, an eternity.

Bedroom

Photographs of past memories and times smother the walls that are so brightly painted green the suns rays are attracted and burn deeply through it every morning. The bed sits close to the window so she can stare upon the stars as she falls asleep. Books upon books tower over every corner and clothes are so absent mindly laid on the floor. Inside the unlockable door lies the dreams and wishes beneath her eye. With memories of past loves to bring a tear and the smashed remains of a present given in youth, she will find freedom and she will live.

The Wish.

I wish to be the girl in the shadows that stays behind the trees.

I wish to be the girl you never see and to never be in your dreams.

I wish for you to never know my name so you can never hurt me.

I wish for my heart to beat alone so it will never break.

I wish to be wrapped in a plastic bubble to seperate myself from the outside world.

I wish to be anonomyous.

I wish to be free.

Unlit Pathway

I need for you to understand my mind,
As it is not a pathway guided by lights.
Heavily shaken waves crash upon broken shores,
As sunlight skims gracefully along the floor.
Windows bash shut and walls grow tall,
Flowers grow around every door.
My mind is full of scattered dreams,
Where smiles are lost and forever forgotten,
And cold shivers will forever remain.

I need for you to understand my mind,
I need to understand my mind.

Storm of Grey

The sky erupts all around and our ears hide away from the deafening sounds. Grey rolls in a rumble above our heads and flashes burst from side to side. White falls from the top and bounces upon the floor; I can’t see anything above the storm. Slowly it engulfs the feelings of the night and dismal eyes transverse onto yours. And like a virus the wind creeps into our soul, it takes us by hold and moves us into the shadows. Trees so green it blinds us in the end and a rainbow full of false hope saves us from the darkness.

The Opposite Of Inspired.

I have no inspiration. Even though my life should be full of it right now, the words I attempt to write fall short of anything I have ever written before. I can’t seem to grasp the concept or the sentence just how it appears in my head. But maybe that is the inspiration; the fact there really is none at all.

Chipped

We sit beside each other with everything placed in between. Our memories and our knowledge so closely intertwined I can’t pick which to take. Our eyes travel across the floor as our thoughts remain the same. It’s all over now and tomorrow will be the first day without you. A chipped heart squashes itself beside your photograph. Each tear falls alongside another piece as I watch my life fall apart. You said you would always mend me but here I lay broken and alone.

Glass Heart

As tears drop from my red raw eyes I begin to let it take me. The salty water drop makes its one and only journey from check to lip to chin. Its fluidity and grace makes it appear almost beautiful. A beauty that lies only within tears brought upon by utter depression. One moment it was clear and I could see what I really wanted, the next my eyes clouded with liquid that showed to the outside world my insides. Washing away my fears I let them fall. But inside it all remains the same. Inside I remain as I was. The back of my throat hard with emotion. Inside a black hole reins supreme, my smile its only mask, its only hide away. The tear a glass heart dripping from its very soul.

Enlightened Ones

Vast open spaces connected by oceans waves. Different faces and races joined together without it even being known. The mind so completely destroyed with reality that the amazement it holds is never shown. Present and past commonly intertwined. The future so abruptly stored away, a hassle of today. When did the world become so intrigued with outer forces and not its own? Clouds shift across the sky to places unknown by human hands. Rain and thunder sources of another world above us. The growth of trees and grass, of birds and animals. The world so rapidly changes but the things that remain the same, the beautiful things, the life giving things, are always forgotten. We pass by true beauty every day, but to us it’s just another tree, just another sea shore. It will never be realised that enlightenment comes from all around us. We are the enlightened ones and each day is not a loss of heartbeats or breathes, but one of knowledge gained and memories of our own made, memories that can never be taken away.

Weather Of The Mind

In every corner of my mind they will find a piece of you. In every photo frame on the walls of my heart your face can be seen. In every locket strung from my neck your picture is placed. In every dream your hand touches my cheek and the world washes away. You take the clouds from the sky and place them in others eyes, they can’t see just what goes on inside. You take the sun and place it in your smile. You wipe away the rain from my eyes and let the wind pass by. With snow falling behind us I can’t see any reason to say goodbye. I wish on the stars for your heart to stay chained to mine.

Holes of Hate

I don’t believe its right for us to give up this fight, when our tears have no precedence upon the pavements of their lies: when their smiling faces fire pure hatred holes through our thighs. It doesn’t seem logical for us to shake hands with the enemy, when their rifles crash upon our shoulders. Logic hardly reasonable for what they have done upon the seas of red and the skies of blue. Standing upon piles of lost souls they fight against the darkness, and we watch on as soldiers about to die. Memories of us travel home to the loved ones who never had the chance to utter sweet goodbyes. It is here in this graveyard that a belly of danger lies. It is her that we begin and end the cry.

Binocular Eyes

When you hold too deeply upon the things you love it seems all you end up doing is losing them again and again. With binocular eyes and a map for brains you search but they can’t be found. Why does this keep happening to me? Is it something I’m doing wrong? You give them space and time for the memory of home to sink right through. You let them miss the things you do. Should I just give up? Is this a waste of my time? As the search draws thin I can see your face. You’re smiling and laughing and your eyes tell tales of pure happiness. She holds your hand and you blink twice to let me know it’s okay to leave. Why can I never be that girl?

Scattered Mind

I sit here in your presence knowing you’re watching me as I think of you. I trail my eyes to yours and the pulse starts running through. Pen starts shaking upon the paper as visions of your arms around me consume everything. It doesn’t take much for my mind to scatter too. You walk towards me and my heart beats too soon. Your hand upon my cheek and I’m so engrossed in you. Your mouth opens to speak but I quickly hinder it, as this moment is already too perfect without speech. Silently I open my eyes and you do too, we glance upon each other like it’s the last thing we will do. And all we have to say and all we have left to do is be one body and to know it’s forever true.

Fairy Lights

Slowly turning from blue to peach it grows darker and darker. Night takes hold of the once day, stars lighting our pathway home. The moon is not nearly as fascinating when all the words in your mind flow out of your finger tips at once. Not nearly as wonderful as a thousand fairy lights strung in the darkness of the night.

Smile On The Way To Hell

It’s hard to pinpoint the moment in which you truly find yourself falling. I think it’s when the world around you slows to a blur and all your mind can see is black, rain slanting into the abyss that lays ahead. It’s the moment that you feel completely alone but yet so enclosed. It is when you finally realise you don’t know who you wish to become or who you have been or who you presently are. But at the same time it’s this sensation of falling that you have been waiting for, secretly hoping for. Because you’re finally feeling something incredible, something that is truly and only ever will be your own. It is a feeling only you can have and only you can remember, and it’s with that that you fall with a smile on your face waiting to crash land. Waiting, for the first step into unknown territory.