Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

she sang out

when the world fell in
collapsed
like broken limbs

a faltering stance

she sang

for reprieve, safety
and knowing of the end

ending
of
this

It was all that I had,
when she sang to me

only god could be so cruel
to force the suffering

and i'm no diety

simply

missing you



and i ...

symbiosis
`````````

Diagnosis

desperation

interpretation

....i am...

more than

this disease

entitles me to be.....


see past
the past


see me

please

spare me
this leprosy

the wasting away
of my heartstrings.............

binding
us

I love You
and that
is more than
enough

to save us.

in charcoaled lines
a shaded smile

sketch of happiness

leaving his hands
stained by my lips

my laughter etched
into the edges
of his fingerprints

he haunted me

and still i wait

for my papercut
heart

to be drawn in
again

by the subtle art of his charm

steal this
moment

break me
take me

and Fuck
the universe

Only You
Own Me

...that falling star...
to wish upon...

throw the petals on the wind

and when morning rises

i'll pluck them from the sky,

and hide them in teacups

where wish and whimsy grow

the loveliest secret gardens

I hear
His voice
in your smile

I see His
whim in
drying ink

In the pretend
that
you
are
He
joined
by strings
pulling me in

Your voice
was never lost

but gained
a soul

and a very
wishful
audience

The spin
of wind
angry clouds
crying

and I
drink
this spill
of universe

to hold you
in the depth
of my belly

and share
warmth
of my summer

until you feel safe again...

your melody

plays endlessly

and I

am just the movement

of pages in the wind

nothing more

than mere echo

of your symphony


~ please, sing to me again~

"I am about to make you"


`````````````````````
....hollow,
barren,
unrequited?

Do I not know
enough of
loss, lost?

existence is
reason enough
to mourn
love

you steal the
air, you force
me to breathe
an empty mockery

and I'm sustained

anger doesn’t buy
forgiveness
nor time

and avoidance ...

how small
you must feel

to shout out
at the vast
of nothingness

to cry out
in vain
or vanity

how small
must I feel

clinging to
every sound
faint from distance

to reach out
in vain
or vanity

how small
this world is

to hold mute
to the crying
begging needs

of two drifting souls...

transfixed.

I chose swallowed pride
over the taste of your lips
and through absence
your heat lingers
perfumed with your breath
nearer me with every memory
of what could have been
and what may eventually be...

to care more or less
is insignificant
when overwhelming
is the only emotion
I have for you.

"I still believe
a happy ending
waits at the
end of
everything."


happiness lays latent
in every moment
from beginnings
to eternity....
where there is no end to be found......

Too beautiful;
Your blushed cheeks,
the hushed gaze
that beckons me
to walk the edge
of forever’s seam,
knowing this dream,
this exact moment,
is defined by
blinks of eye
and the misconception
that dreams come true,
Only
for those who wait.