in chains
of cold steel
my life is bound.
The harmonious glisten
and seductive chill
chime like angles
while i try to escape.
I have become a bell,
an instrument of my own disaster
ringing constantly,
i feel the overwhelming desire to conform
and shatter.

talked to grandma again...here's how it went ( Read more... )

what is love
truely?
Is love true,
really?
Is love real,
feeling?
can i kiss the words
upon your lips?
may i brush back the satin tears?
define the pain,
honestly.
will i whisper
my secrets
into your ears hoping that
this is love,
truely.

i wonder
No, i cannot wonder.
I believe that,
if believing solves anything,
that if i wonder i will be constantly
thinking,
not knowing,
believing-
that hopefully,
being absent of faith,
that what i think is true,
wondering-
no i cannot wonder.

i must be right.