Writing

When We Fight


Continuing to release the problems that wont cease in forms of knives and lies

Carefully planning an escape from this life and it scares me the most how I've calculated my route, turn by turn, second by second.





And Now

Dont leave me after the storm

Now that I need you the most,

It's hard to see someone crying in the rain.

And although falling is easy, who's there to catch you when

your this close to the ground.

 

 
This Parallel Universe


This is far from sunshine, you pray for her to see you.

Won't you even smile?

Just let go they said,

I wish I could, I wish I could.

The uncertainty of how tight my grip must be is numbing.

These stars will fade, and we won’t even know it till the supernova alerts us a little too late for anyone to remember the parting lovers who made their careful wish,

but you only see a dying star,

but they felt its end first

they knew it what was coming before

and they had seen its new reflection

in their own dying love.

It's the moon and the way it glows that makes you want to cry, can they see it too?

Fallen asleep they could forget, but to be consumed in darkness forever?

But don't think that you’ll be the one with the veil,

you’ll be floating on and on

and you'll be the one wondering, tormented by the words you never said.

You hope they felt it, when you saw her fall. They may not have seen that star together, you’re still a

supernova apart, but you know you’re not the only one, who screamed in the painful silence,

and that made them all the more alike.



Simile


Our love is like a fading star.

Never sparkling to begin with, slowly cascading onto itself,

the universe became our final audience.

Our exodos, unforgettable, they were ours,

they all knew what we were but they never saw us whilst we were.

and they’ve only noticed the dust in the forever still night.



For Sale


Like an old room whose paint peels,

we slip out of touch. Loose our color, our lives spill over, they’ve become too much.

A forgotten chair, with dust on the seat, a piano, who creaks itself out of tune, they smile carefully and say its

antique.

Don’t forget me,

I’m still here.

The lip of the wave, hung up in the corner, holds its self straight, is not frothed with white foam, it’s just gray

and forlorn, like this rainy afternoon.

Curled steam from a teacup just looks like a ghost; do we even remember who said they loved us the most?

They hoped for me to disappear into the clear night sky, a star in the heavens, a bird passing by. But I stayed

and I won’t go, still stuck in between.

And the fiery depths is where I’d rather be.



Your Honor


The gold and silver thread through your veins


And when you see them you can’t help feel pity and pain

It’s foreign this feeling of wanting to bend over for the person next you

Throw your shield up and hold them tight, let them cower, keep them safe with your imaginary might

Carry them back; don’t let them fall down alone,

Their gone but you have to take them home

Listen to what the stars say and how the seasons change

Listen to what they say and let it go to your brain. And follow

The path you never glanced at before and shake off the arrogance that

You can’t stand anymore.