Sometimes the only way to feel is to ride the notes of the sounds of others.. Where a crafted melody carries the words you can't express yourself..

Where is white? Was it lost in the lines on hands in the night.. What is it in thought, that comes forth in flashes of old pages that were read, digested and bled, laid to rest in the salt of the earth.. Why as stars will raise and burn do you come back and like the stars be dead before i get to ponder on what you really are.. 

you told me not to go to the place i found cold comfort.. you told me not to fall in too deep.. you told me to understand.. you told me that emotion was a canvas where you held freedom in your hand and painted a world where loves wings rivalled all you knew.. you told me to know myself for the day there was no one left.. you told me i could hide ( Read more... )

blurred visions captured glances thoughts pacing uninspiring fixations persona's calculated yet manic menstruation..

a lack of reason flashes visions of childhood memories casting shadows, boiling rage sweeping mind and matter to take toxic action infuriated by one who threatens your insecurity with a glance.. the subtle smile is all but broken as sinews effortly flex and the lesser falls to the floor.. oblivious to the cause of the tide of rage as it sweeps from ( Read more... )

light casts fleeting shadows through curtains slightly ajar.. slowly the silhouette contorts and twists half-cast limbs in a graceful dance as if for a moment the moon and the figure are intwined in a graceful embrace.. embryonic features take shape and form as light brings the conception of plaited limbs.. spidery touches exchanged in the half ( Read more... )

recurring vision of the day you walked alone into the room with white walls to see the light cast over a faceless pallid portrait bearing resemblence to the same ghosts which haunted you in the season's turn from the conception of your struggled existance.. blank.. you stand in an expanse faces so familiar.. the day the sun went out and blackness ( Read more... )

you wrote your heart on a stave for those closest to you to hear.. you wrote your words on a shoestring for a little girl to tie her rabbit ears.. she slowly walks away.. your words and heart will never meet when those closest to you need them within their soul more now than ever before..

your gaze anywhere but here resilience overwhelming like a toy soldier steadfast and always proud.. yet like the toy soldier you feel as if the concept of your mere existance is owned and puppeteered without any thought.. your will on a breath of wind dances mockingly before your perfectly manicured face as a court jester plays the fool with the ( Read more... )

the mannequin holds perfect poise and grace restless..confined, androgenous in form.. eternal watcher of the world revolving slowly from the sun's first light over a wasting earth to the glimmer of city lights over murky mirrored waters.. the nights hold the shadows of those who have travelled during the day as the mannequin slowly comes to life to ( Read more... )