young

Tied to a tree

a child none the less
stuck here frozen in time,
growing are all the rest

Berries

Take a sip of my Bitter Juice,
just one taste will do it all.
Then lie here next to me,
in my constitutional grave.

just a little something to think about

A dull moan sighs thick through the fog
as the ferry slowly aches over the ocean's tired waves.
A long pause awaits before we step off of the boat.
Everything drags here, as if life was put on hold.
As if time has been halted, and we drag on, in this mass of time pulled into a single moment.
The moon's light doesn't even bear down on us anymore. You just see the white, and notice nothing. Its rays never glow. Now as I think of this, and step down on the creaky stairs leading onto the deck, and I see you looking. It takes a moment for you gaze to reach mine. Though you are looking, a small pause awaits before I actually see your eyes, your pupils. Your face is worn, ragged and left unshaven. As a soft wind blows through the air, your hair is ruffled. You turn away, and the darkness of your stare goes on.

~The footsteps of a stranger remain, they mold into the life left behind, into the air that sits still. They hold each second into their soles, and press them to the rotten wood. Only that sound stays, as all others die away.

Shadows

This is just a random thought, but did you ever wonder about shadows? During the day we are almost always accompanied by a shadow, our own shadow. I guess you could say that the shadow is a part of us. And at night we have no shadow, so maybe at night, we are the shadows, as someone else lives the life of us. And maybe, just maybe, at night our subconscious lives as us in a world of other other peoples minds, as their actual people trail behind. And maybe we are the subconscious mind right now, maybe our human is sleeping, and we really aren't what we think. Maybe we aren't really us, we are just what we think is us. And our lives aren't real, just a figment of our imagination. Maybe we are just shadows of ourselves. maybe we really are just someone else's mind and thoughts, maybe we have no meaning whatsoever, and everything in our brain, is just controlled by the human we belong to. And maybe they aren't even human at all. And if that was true, each subconscious person would be living a different life basedon the persons thoughts we are derived from, which would mean no one existed and we were just living in someone's made up dream world. And if that were true, we wouldn't be real at all. And everything we did and thought, would all be someone else's dream. We would be fake. And maybe if we were actually human, every dream or thought we had would be true. Every person we think woudl be living in our thoughts, and they wouldn't even know it. And maybe that imagionary person has thoughts about people. And that person has thoughts too. Maybe this is all a bunch of thoughts from one persons brain that have created what we think is life, and maybe is in it's own way. Maybe the one person that thought this up was God. And he thought up Earth, and Humans, and life. And in that case, we are all God's shadows, which means we are a part of him. So we are all in fact connected to God. which would also mean that we are also a part of eachother on some subconcious level giving all humans a connection. And maybe one day we will realize that connection which will solve all problems and answer every question by peicing together the origins of our universe and establishing the meaning of life into every one of us. That, I beleive, is the true maening of a shadow.

Truth

You wrap around me in the dead of night,
like a ghost's whisper

Endings

Take another breath,
Oh please don't die

Don't

Don't burn me baby
with that torch in your hands
and that flame in your heart
don't burn me baby

Don't cut me honey
with those piercing dark eyes
and the blade in your stare
don't cut me honey

Don't leave me lover
with the soles of your feet
and the back of your back
don't leave me lover

Don't kill me sugar
leave a living life
with that shining smile
don't kill me sugar

Don't love me sweetie
take your palm from my cheek
with your soft honey arms
don't love me sweetie

Don't step on a soul
as you walk out the door
leaving me behind

crystal

I mock myself to even think
that I would look beautiful,
because the cruel words of the murderers
took away my eyes

waiting

I die a few days
as I sit here,
when morning comes
I'm sure you'll still be gone

Blind

Read my mind
Do it for me
because I can't see

beat

I breath your air
Sucking it in
I can feel your pulse through the melancholy sigh
It's enough,
that's all I need
so close it hurts

Shatter

It hits me hard to see you again
After you have been absent from my presence,
It feels as though you are fading
but then the moment I see you once more
I collapse under your command
and hope you can't see
because my life is in your arms
you hold it with a tight grasp
but dare to drop it
and I'll just die
dare to walk a step closer and I'll tear myself to pieces
dare to touch me and I won't hold myself back anymore
Love is on the verge of breakdown
You rip me to shreds

light

sitting alone,
a soft spring kiss melts in my palm,
the pain dissolves away

;]

You smiled at me
It was genuine happiness
We laughed together
And it was heaven

after taste

Underneath it all,

a chocolate heart remains

unwrapping the silver foil,

I take a tender bite

A sweet taste melts on my tongue and a redolent scent fill my nose

ahh, heaven

After swallowing the last morsle

a pungent after taste seeps through my mouth

and sinks down my throught

I wipe it from my lips, but it does not fade

A hidden sadness lingers in my mind

I will never experience the magical taste again,

At least it was wonderful while it lasted

Fears

behind fogged glass
a fear coulds the mirror
Wiping at the reflection I see nothing there
I'm alone in the world as death lingers in the wrinkles of my old, worn life
No second chances are given,
I failed for eternity
The only one left to pity myself is me
And yet I feel the eyes of God on my shoulder as I fall below the floor
All life is wasted
It is forgotten

Ahead one moon of a clear summer night,
a breeze flows through the air
The wind playfully tugs at my mind as I think and suddenly freeze
You seep into my mind leaving an icy taste on my soft, warm evening
A troubled past peels away the blur from my view and
reality steps in
it steals me away and reveals the painful truth
You caught my facade and you drag me from my pretend world
The darkness is bitter as you take hold of my life,
As you take hold of me

smell

I see you from afar,

standing in the horizon

The sun leaves a soft haze around your face as it begins to rise

this morning is particularly dull

every leaf drooping from its branch is in a complete melancholy silence

You slowly walk closer with a straight face

a sadness lingers in your eyes

it pulls me in

the moisture clings to my clothes as I yearn to reach out and touch you,

to hold your hand,

to embrace you

my soul rips from my body as my feet stay in place

Restraining myself, I feel an urgency rise as you walk past

my hand twitches

I shiver as your scent approaches
The soft smell feels milky on my skin,
and it caresses my face
It wraps around my body and curls at my every whim,
It surrounds me, and enters my mind without knowing
The smell intoxicates me with such an intensity that my mind whirls with thoughts and memories of you
I stumble and gasp as you walk directly past me

I long to leap from my body and do what I know I can't, or what I shouldn't
the scent carries me along
it drags me out of my body, and pulls me along side

As you walk ahead,

the feeling passes,

I regain my senses

thinking clearly, I blink out my eyes and straiten my posture,

though I will never breath again

Death

I had an epiphany. The purpose of life is death. We do everything we do, so we can do it before we die. If people lived forever, there wouldn't be a point in anything, because there wouldn't be a time limit. It's like, because we know we are going to die one day, we try to have the best life possible. But if you never die, then you will stop trying, and the whole point of life will be lost. Imagine sitting day after day knowing there will never be an end, so it's like, what does it matter. There has to be an end somewhere, and everything leads to the end. In a book, you read untill the last sentance... the point of the whole story is for it to end. Once you read that last page of a book, everything falls into place. All problems are resolved. It is the resolution. So why isn't life like that. We live for there to be an end. Dying is your resolution. Without it, you'd be an unfinished book. So in order to have the best life possible, you have to die.

...

I type...

I delete and try start over

There is a blank window in front of me

I begin once more

The words pour out uncontollably

everything is a crumpled mess

It sounds stupid

I try to explain my 'feelings'

too bad I'm not even sure what I am feeling

I lose focus and stare into space

I listen to silence

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