Patience

enclosure,

composure.

time spent fighting

realizing

that the world is but a compass.

roll over. roll over.

in under your covers.

it's only some thunder

up at night

down come day.

wandering on forever this way.

who? what? when? why.

questions unanswered,

demands made on time.

soothing sights

alive in my head

appease the fire

yearning for life again.

Summer Time Bitches!

I am soooooo creative in the summer! i love it! i will write in here again now. please post comments :). once you get in the flow of things, that's the time to just let go...

A Fragile Light

so the strike is over.

the wall has cracked.

but not yet can i wade through the water's wrath.

simple words, simple things.

a hurricane's wind

nothing more than a breeze.

a mighty storm, washed over her eyes.

but clouds concealed, any truth as to why.

now the storm covers all,

for it is stronger than all before it.

but still, within the storm is a purpose.

the inner eye, to the inner self.

knowing, believing,

faith is hard.

let yourself go.

don't give up that part.

don't give in, to the temptations of time.

take time.

do not let it take you.

silence.

oh silence.

why.

oh why?

let me be right.

to try, just try.

let love be the guide.

an effort to stay away

im not sure if i'll be able to follow through with this, but i'll really try. this is my realm almost. where a lot of my thoughts are. but, for however long it takes, or i need, i am going to try and keep everything to myself. im going to try and keep it all in a little black book. i'll try to keep it there. but just wanted to let everyone that follows me know. until then. goodbye

Dishonest Clamor

Long lost is not my love,
But faith in me for her

Liar’s leer
And tell of times
When they gave up their fear

Lovely long, shining hair
Beautiful to most

But in the end
It’s like a virus
And only drains the host

Lust is the word
Longevity is not.
Freeing, flying
Just short of dying

Time unkempt does not melt,
But festers ‘till it rots.

Bubble

bubbles pop.

water drops.

splashing what was dry

what is meant, is not kept.

you forgot to dot the i's

instead the boy, with the dreams

dreamt only a lie

for his bubble stick

and mindful wish

were thrown down on the ground.

he left it there, but sat to stare

wondering where it went.

why on the ground, instead of his hand

where it belonged, where it's always been

waiting. waiting. Because his wish

is with his stick.

he wants to blow that bubble again.

Only Lover's Eyes

sparkles rest in an ocean's mist

but what are they reflecting?

the natural ocean

black

there lays no answers.

an ocean in itself has no ripples,

no depth.

nothing is withheld in it.

ripples are the moon's making.

the ocean's life belongs to the creatures within.

the natural ocean

black

there lays no answers.

sparkles come not from the sea.

outside of it, is what you see.

the natural ocean

black

there lays no answers.

god did not paint your face on the ocean.

no lovely face returns your gaze.

the only way, to have him hear your prayer,

is to look elsewhere.

another mist, holds your reflection.

and it is not in fact another ocean.

but just as glassy,

just as clear,

it brims with life

and shuts in fear.

blue as the ocean is supposed to be.

salty, just as the ocean is bitter.

here is where you find your reflection,

here is where you find your answer.