Empty Conversation

Cool breeze soothing the nerves
Playful laughter of children
The smell of wildflowers across the water
I see your smile light up the room
Like that of a lit fountain in a lake
Your chuckles make fitting for a care free moment
No rushing, but even paced
The sun highlights your cheeks
Like melting of ice off a facade
Showing the true beauty beneath
Sometimes it feels like
Paradise has failed
The sun has set and smiles have faded
To reach out
To look out
The fear of
Talking to myself
I usually loose
My reflection has no answers
The rustling of leaves
The rush of the water
Natures steps keep in tow
Rays of light shinning through
Almost as if magical
Damp rocks, smell of serenity
Hand in hand up to the top
False securities as we fall
Cotton candy and fries
Drift along the wind
Bells and whistles predict the win
Kids games but make you feel good
Top row prize like I knew I could
Turn to hand it away
No one is there
Emptiness ensues
Music playing low
Drifting on the wind
Smell of the outdoors
Peaceful and quiet
Time to think
Time to close my eyes and see
See what it is
What life is to me

Someday

How can you leave me standing,
Was your intellect not satisfied?
The pain doesn't show,
But the hurt still grows.

What excuse are you selling,
Shouldn't I at least know?
I guess deep down,
I had just lied to me.

I tried to talk to you,
But there was no reply.
Like sands in the wind,
Emotions were played.

I don't want to sit here,
I don't want to think of you.
Someday you'll be sorry,
Someday you'll be free.

Love's Slave

The clouds are dull in the sky

The tears stain

The quiver in your lips

Your eyes go into an eclipse

The  windows are covered in rain

I can't see you

Your face is masked like a charade

Watching you walk away is like a masquerade

A hundred memories in my head

They kill the pain

Thoughts of loving you

Locked away now because their taboo

I'm lost in a nightmarish hell

Words are choking me

I may be lonely but not alone

My feelings are all overgrown

I told you I'd be there

I cried all night

Now I sit still on the floor

Watching as you close the door

The windows are clear

You look back

I see you cry but not wave

Love has made me its slave

Shattered Glass

The voices are like vines,
tripping and choking thoughts.
Solitude is non-existent,
only in desire.
Feelings are like fear,
as one doesn't know what to do with them.
Words are empty spaces,
meant to counsel.
The reflections in the mirror are shattered,
to hide you from yourself.

The Passing

the shallow halls are silent,
memories of distant past come forth.
screams of laughter and hate invade the mind,
but what once was a terrible accident.
shall soon come to rest for on this spot.
he did say the chosen words,
that made him what he is today .
the invisible guest, the poet, the martyr
but his spirit lives on for in these
halls he once spoke,
words from the heart now that heart
is divided no more shall it be one
as the visions of the past arise,
may he rest in peace,
with closed eye's he was a poet,
of all sorts romance, laughter and horror
but in the end, he was a man, with clouded vision
his feelings were spilled in blood
on the parchment of space everyone
read what he wrote, letting him slide on a high note as time went on,
he sat there and watched people wanted more,
they drained him dry he left for a crusade
the personal kind and when he came back,
all his friends were few to find...
so he laid his head to rest,
one cold and lonely night when his eye's closed,
they closed for the last time.
now all i said is true i say
ghost writer walks his way,
he may come in from time to time,
but then again, i may be lying.
who know's what this man will do,
not even i, his other you.

The Candle

Lightning crashes as the rain blows,
shadows appear from nowhere.
To dance like ghosts.
You awake to the cries of a child,
to light a candle and go see.
Everyone's sleeping,
and you smile down upon thee.
Smoke from the candle rises up to follow,
slowly behind.
Lightning crashes, the wind howls loud,
temporarily your blind.
Candle light flickers,
streams of flowing wax.
As you lay your head to rest,
you just know.
Happy to see the candle lit your way,
tomorrow brings another day.