When I write, I give it like blood all my emotions like DNA unique to me only it can be shared with others it passes through to the world I’ll never know if it lives on a day a week a month a year …forever but I won’t stop bleeding my words I’ll still give away my life for longer life for my story
Lying awake in the dares of the night between the seconds of darkness that it created anxious, with a pulsing heart a sweaty grip gripping tightly so wishing for light I watch the shadows and silhouettes patrol alone by vicinity crowded by bonded blood the air steals my voice blankets smother my breath sounds muffle the familiar it’s only me now in a world of living nightmares it was always only me this life is a puzzle with many different pieces let me throw away the black ones so something beautiful can be complete
In the night like a ghost nothing is ever seen premeditation a superpower skewing the real, while dancing with the devil visiting worlds very far apart the sky in one, a sky the other could be anywhere envisioned on the spot in the sweat, in the sins, in the climax flying close to the sun is a high like no other a racing heart is a drug buried deep in the same shadows but one beam of light and it all goes away the curtain comes down no more beautiful horizon no more escape
I stood there high and saw the sorrow from loss below my heart did nothing tomorrows came with tears all around but still nothing why did you get to take the both of us away from a life of no regret you controlled everything now you are nothing not even a thing anymore you should have been made to be someone who lives with it too but instead got to leave with half of the secrets I bare the weight of two heavy with memories of darkness pained by unheard screams of listen to me I grieving not death no, I am grieving the loss chances to face hurt with words stab hard with scars shown with no shame be the trial seeking reason and forgiveness only I forever will walk the green mile alone and life as I know it throws your sentence away forever
I wrote a letter
on a beacon of hope
gave fate the return address
but sadly, I still sit and wait
for tomorrow
and tomorrow
maybe tomorrow
but sadly, tomorrow never comes
every day is a search
every day a wish
please
please
oh please
but sadly, nothing is found or returned
some days I see shadows
some nights a mirage
could it be
could it be
could it be
but sadly, none of them are really you
there are moments where I believe
there are moments where I truly feel
that I will see you again in time
as it passes
and passes
and passes
but sadly, you're still disappeared
In the hours where most sleep I sit in a purple lit booth something beautiful catches eyes as they adjust neon lights flicker as it dances…I watch soft music plays the soundtrack of inhibitions leaving fake smoke to cloud judgement so what is seen is seen what is felt is felt the night, the morning, make love to born a single time where mistakes are suppressed by the high of letting go bartenders, over there gossip, whisper, and glare still tolerant of these patron games but only until the last tip nothing good comes of the hours between night and day it is where fantasies live in the moment and shadows hide the truths of deception for the thrill of finding places that the world forgets about are games played by strangers in pass with lost souls, bruised hearts, and access to the wrong medicine
I was with you for a while every one of those moments I playback when I think of you when my heart is calling out for yours to hear your skin a shade of an angel hair…I remember its smell tucked close under my chin when you smiled the whole world became happy and those eyes they kept exploding my heart stretching it with love you are the best thing that ever happened to me a day that changed my life so beautiful and full of hope…and my daughter our bond and made up language only ours will be forever your laughter is what I hear the most, only it grows faint those days I miss you so much it kills me a little bit more reminds me how I am living with an empty heart with a box full of memories slowly losing what it feels like to have a pulse as the pages of my mind bleed ink disappearing the days of our lives together all I have left are these words to keep going
Red sky evenings I remember them stretched highway at eight o’clock over the overpass to watch there is one last summer night coming out to play my pace quickens to catch up traffic flies by this one road boy who is wandering far from what he can recognize adventure must be the same no matter where you are until I pass by an old train track that divided two kinds no friends from either so I move on you could hear blades of grass keep a cool breeze in check slowing down seconds for teenagers of the land to win toys, steal kisses, and lose ice cream it is impossible to be this alone with Carnival noises filling the air but the lights threaten shadows the stars show up, crowds filter, I am lost walking forever on the eve of September heading back to the red road toward home