The burning depths

A swarm of broken beaks held aloft
by tattered wings asail me in my sleep
and when I wake I find fresh scars
from where talons tore and
clawed
my
flesh

Your cold fingers nimbly

lift my skin with such

precision, that I don't feel

a thing till you're right

inside and I'm too weak

to lift my skin of the heap

of broken promises you

gave as gifts.

Once more

So how did you look at the world today?

We built a cage of steel, all shiny and strong,
around ourselves to keep us safe from the hurt around us.
We bought a nice new padlock to keep them out.

We decided we didn't like each other and the hurt we caused was
far worse
than that outside.

But we can't remember the combination and so we have resigned ourselves to a life,
a comfortable life,
but a life neither of us want.

The Darkest Garden

It rages and swirls and crashes
it rips apart new pathways out of mountains
nothing is alone
nothing is free
nothing is what it is
and yet this is where I feel safest
where I feel the calm in the raging tempest even as it cuts across my everyday

transforming
making anew
nothing is what it is


life

The flow came slow and then
the sudden shock
hit me,
as I realised where I was and
what I'd done... I never wanted this,
I never wanted
you
and now all thats left are the remenants,
the scraps of nothingness
you cast aside as a last thought
to console me.

A windswept journey through each others lives and we land up here... outside in the cold with nothing to hold on to but our dying sanity.

The dark chasim engulfs
me
and I lose myself in your
eyes.
I
wonder
through the mists
trying to find the key to your heart...
won't you just turn on the lights and let me in.

Overcast

Its not something that can be understood
it sits in that space between lives in the
corridors of the mind. Those twisted,
narrow, tangled pathways that weave
in and out between reality and dreams.

Tatters

There is beauty in the breaking down...
systems coming to a halt...
enjoy the pain then use it to build a new beginning

Small delicate hands sit sheltered in mine
and I long for the comfort
your arms would bring. I long to be
entwined
in your hair and to float away on the sea of your
thoughts.

I'll believe in anything if you'll
believe in anything and when we close
our eyes we'll turn our world inside
out and turn it around as we journey
together into the anything thats ours...

brush strokes

No matter where you look the artists careful touch is always there.

Plastic Stars

Plastic stars are in my heart
Plastic stars are all I want to find
Plastic stars are in my eyes
Plastic stars throughout the night
Plastic stars play even in the light

what I see

In a world of so much pain there is till so much beauty to be found...

so how did you look at the world today?

Tripping down stairs

I've had so many dreams of dying and now I'm beginning to feel their toll
why did my no one ever tell me that dying in your sleep robs you of your soul, one bit at a time

ticking away

I find myself waking from a dream
where I'm falling through the air, only
to fall asleep again and dream of falling
only to wake just a split second before I hit
rock bottom...

this is for you

I have nothing to say except, here, I took this for you

Peeping Tom

This is some one's world
some one's life
it could be mine
it could be yours
it could be ours
and we are just too numb to notice.

The liar

I told you but you wouldn't listen
I told you but you wouldn't believe
I tried to tell you again but you said no
I begged but you never came

I tried to tell them but they wouldn't listen
I tried to tell them but they wouldn't believe
I tried to tell them again but they said no
I begged but they never came

I tried, I called, I begged, I cried

I was not heard, I was not believed, I was not helped

I was ignored, I was left alone,

I was alone

You called me a liar
They called me a liar
They called me a liar because you called me a liar

I was not lying

It goes deep

Every time I write it feels like I'm slitting my wrists for the last time,
allowing the last bit of me to flow slow from these worded cuts.
Only to wake and the find the stains from when I bled out ink the night before...

and so I start to write

?

So I'll ask you...

How did you look at the world today?

visions

Dark Beginnings lead to
dark ends - but I've
always had more fun in
the dark. It where
we met after all and
wasn't it just grand
all the things we got
to see when we
closed our eyes and felt
things in the way
they were meant to be
beacause we understood why they were made...

What becomes

So I think about the dreams I write.
I write about the dreams I think.
And then I paint them in muted shades
of gray
on a
borrowed canvas.

the boy named crow

When I found you I thought you were resting
When I got closer I saw that you weren't
When I picked you up I held my breath
When I held you I cried
When I opened my eyes I saw your soul fly
When I closed my eyes you were still gone

with me

Close your eyes and take my hand.
Let me take you to places that have
only been seen by my mindseye.

with you

There are so many places hidden away that we never get to see.
Places that we pass everyday, yet never take the time to notice.
I want to notice those places


with you

close my eyes

and fall

fall

into you

I dont think i'll ever stop being amazed by the rubbish that we speak

so i'll ask you again... how did you look at the world today?

Everything we see hides another thing, we always want to see what is hidden by what we see. - Rene Magritte

the words are right there staring you in the face

I have nothing to say except what is said in this picture.

That is all.

I'll meet you on the moon.

So...


how did you look at the world today?

YOU

Once upon a time there was a boy who longed to be seen for who he really was instead of who the world wanted him, expected him to be. He was so tired of being the person to fulfill the needs of others while he was left wanting... so he decided to say goodbye to this world and set off into the unknown wilderness.

Where he met you!

How do you see things?

Cracked paint?

or a hidden beauty of the world waiting to be noticed before it gets painted over?

How did you look at the world today...?

A prayer

And shepards we shall be
For thee, my lord, for thee.
Power hath descended forth from thy hand
Our feet may swiftly carry out thy commands.
So we shall flow a river forth to thee
And teeming with souls it shall ever be.
In Nomeni Patri Et Fili Spiritus Sancti

I dont want to take it anymore, I want to break free, I want to strike out at you and everyone, but instead i'll clench my fist and hold it deep inside.

and wait

just wait

From across the dance floor

I want to put up a photo for you, just for you. But I couldn't find the right one so I chose this one because I like it...
and wanted to post something tonight that was just for you... even if it wasnt exactly what i wanted

even if you never find this, it will still always be for you.

First thing tomorrow though I'm going to go and take a photo that will be new and just yours...

I really really really hope I get to see you tomorrow

and that i'm not so shy.

There are no boundaries
There are no impossibilities
Until you get told no

Sometimes its okay not to listen...

Passing

When I was told the night took away your light I shed a tear but I wasnt sad. I knew it was time for your soul to set off on your goodbye flight into the dark... one day we will all follow you into the dark night. Until then good journey, (till our eyes meet once more).


our eyes will meet once more.

A journey

I fell in love yesterday.

your words
taught me
how

expression

I needed to tell you so many things but I couldn't find the words. I still cant. So now instead I try find pictures.

what was given

I've never needed words to show whats going through my mind and heart but you were the first person who never understood.

Eternal Life

Within your heart I'll live forever

for you to decide

If love is inspiring...

shouldn't heartbreak be as well...?

I need you to know that everything I've told you was the truth. I pretended it was a joke, I tried to laugh it off because I got scared of what you might think. But I need you to know that everything I've told you was the truth.

current mood

I don't always know how to express exactly what it is I'm feeling. I mean I know what it is, I mean I am feeling it after all. But its the explaining, the getting it across to you and you and you that's the problem. I don't have the words, my vocabulary is too limited to tell the story going on inside of me so I try to find pictures that will explain.

maybe a should read more...

In time

even the worst burns can eventually heal.

I know what you feel because I feel the same way too

make believe songs

At the bottom of my garden I sit and wait for you... I close my eyes and try listen for your voice on the wind. And sometimes when I am completely lost in all that surrounds me, I do catch a faint whisper of you singing along the breeze. I know its not real but then again no one said it had to be as long at it makes you feel something. anything.

such small hands

somewhere i have never travelled, gladly beyond
any experience, your eyes have their silence:
in your most frail gesture are things which enclose,
me or which i cannot touch beacuse they are too near.

your slightest look easily will unclose me
though i have shut myself as fingers,
you open always petal by petal myself as spring opens
(touching, skillfully, mysteriously), her first rose.

or if your wish be to close me, i and
my life will shut very beautifull, suddenly,
as when the heart of this flower imagines
the snow everywhere carefully descending;

nothing which we are to percieve in this world equals
the power of your intense fragility: whose texture
compels me with the colours of its countries,
rendering death and forever with each breathing

(i do not know what it is about you that closes
and opens; only something in me understands
the voice of your eyes is deeper than all oceans)
nobody, not even the rain has such small hands

e.e. cummings