New and Old

What about it?
What about it being new?
Nothing.

It means nothing.
Its just something to live through anyway,
Its just something to do.

Its a chore,
A must.
A sacrifice if anything.

There's nothing good,
About it being new,
Because it ends up,
Being old.

Apart

I think I needed,
I think you needed,
The time away,
From that which we sinned
And brought shame.

But I am glad,
We did get the time,
Apart.

Apart. We need

To be.

Listen. Don't Read.

Love it will not betray you, dismay or enslave you,
It will set you free
Be more like the man you were made to be.
There is a design,
An alignment to cry,
Of my heart to see,
The beauty of love as it was made to be

-Sigh No More, Mumford and Sons

Don't Break Your Own Heart

I wish,
You wouldn't,
Break your own heart.

The War in Your Mind

Gunshots of realization,
Bloody clothes that once bore meaning strewn everywhere,
Dirt on the subconscious,
Bullet casings on your consciousness,
Sweat drips onto reality,
Facts are blasted from tanks,
Feelings pour down like rain on the battlefield,
The air tense and hot,
It is dry and dirty,
The war wages on,
In your mind.

Standing In Front Of You

Here I am,
Standing in front of you,
Forgiving you for your thoughts,
And forgiving me for my actions.

I'm still here,
Standing in front of you,
Laughing with you,
Falling into a deep hole.

No, i'm not lost.
I'm here.
Standing in front of you.

Around you,
Walls are building,
Listen to the reasoning,
I'm standing in front of you.

No one is around you,
But me,
Standing in front of you,
Distracting you from your thoughts,
Distracting you from the world.

Standing in front of you,
All I can think of,
Is how i've put you through this,
I do not know what to feel.

Do I feel guilt?
Do I feel pain?
Do I feel the inevitable?

Standing in front of you,
I tell you to reason.

Standing in front of you,
I place my hand in yours,
Leading you to a place with no fear.

Standing in front of you,
I am with you.

My Second One

All I see
Is a sea of people.
But I am looking for only one smile,
Plastered across that familiar face,
That makes my heart,
Skip a beat.

Gone Again

I know,
That,
If we talk,
It will all,
Be gone,
And I,
Am not prepared,
To face that lonely realm.

Going Back

Am I there?
In the neurons of your brain?

Is my hand holding yours?
In your dreams.

Are our minds one again?
In the realm of unknowing.

Where do we go from here?
Back to the beginning.

How do I do that?
By will.

What about you?
I will by your will.

i think i will,
i will go back to the beginning,
Forget you ever happened to me.
Forget I happened to you.

Thoughts of You - A Vilanelle

Thoughts of you begin to haunt me,
I have been away from you,
Only for a heartbeat.

Why do you haunt my mind?
And then disappear seconds later.
Thoughts of you begin to haunt me so.

You entered my life,
Made me laugh,
Only for a heartbeat.

Why do I still think of you?
How is it that I miss you,
And thoughts of you begin to haunt me.

Can you leave me?
But never forget me,
Only for a heartbeat.

Your piercing eyes and charming smile cloud my mind,
The sound of your heart reaches me,
And thoughts of you begin to haunt me,
Only for a heartbeat.

Unititled and Titled. Unknown and Known. You and You.

The theme was,

Believe in yourself,

But soon, it changed itself

Into something out of this world.

How do I know,

What the theme is now,

What does it matter to me?

The verse is yours to hold,

To change, to manipulate, to use.

What do you want

To say to yourself,

Without telling yourself anything,

Without saying the wrong thing,

But saying all the wrong things,

All at the same time.

Is it my time to think?

No.

It is yours.

Are you thinking?

Start. Think.

What is the right thing to say?

That you should not hear from you,

But from you it must come,

For no one else can say it,

As painful as it may be.

The right thing,

The Truth,

An arrow that pierces your heart,

To make you bleed the red blood of realization,

Make you cry,

Sweet salty tears of resistance,

The arrow then induces patience,

Enforces endurance.

Be wise,

As the tip of the arrow

Tears your flesh open,

And with sharp pains,

Close your eyes

And reminisce.

Hush, love. It will be over soon.

Ah the pangs of decision making,

The joys?

Alas! No.

The pain,

May be more so.

Now remember the before,

Remember your feelings,

Are they there?

Yank the arrow out.

SCREAM!

SCREAM!

But hush and scream in delight,

Laugh the pain away.

Wipe the blood away with cotton.

Open your eyes,

Do you remember this place?

You were born here.

Throw yourself into the ocean,

Smell the sea breeze,

It slaps you across your face,

Feel the fish around you,

Swim and see the world.

Launch yourself into the air,

Look at your own body,

Are you happy?

A minute in the air,

A thousand years to pass.

Are you happy?

Dry yourself on land,

Throw yourself into the concrete jungle.

Have you decided?

No?

Time ticks life away,

Your hand on your face,

Your first wrinkle.

The theme has changed now,

Changed for the better,

But what is it now.

Take your time in the concrete jungle,

Ride the metal worm that runs all day,

Slip into a mundane life for a while.

Stare into the sun.

Fall in love with the sky,

Nothing else.

Look at me again,

Not like that.

This is your story,

You are writing it.

All over the place you scribble with crayons,

Color with paint.

All over the world,

Leave a mark.

The theme is having fun with your life now.

Retreat to a forest,

No, a mountain.

Have you come to a decision?

Time is ticking your skin away.

Your breath count diminishes.

It is time for you,

To know the truth.

A fickle thing.

The truth is,

You need you,

You are you,

Simple yet more than anything, complicated.

Have you decided?

Has the sea helped?

Has the concrete jungle helped?

Has the wheat helped?

Has the forest air helped you?

Run.

Run.

Run.

Sweat glory,

Sweat passion,

Sweat forgiveness.

Don't forget to love.

Don't

Forget

To

Live

Life.

Your life.

Your chapter.

Your novel.

Your mind.

You.