Winds of Time

I watch from a dream...
Enchanted haze is how I gaze...
Reluctantance in the past...
Sweetness on my tongue...
Tenderness in my heart...
All I knew was all I had...
When all I felt was all I gave...
Stolen like the night...
I didn't give up without a fight...
Hardship has no patience...
When time has no grace...
As I leave this space...
My love will endure such tenace...
Bridged by saddness and lust...
Hierarchy of digust all lost in the winds' mistrust.

Sustainability

I sit here convincing myself no pain resides within...

Until distant memories float to the surface...
Delivered by a melody of emotions...
Reminding me of love...
What it felt like...
What life it brought...
Struggling to divide love and happinesss...
When all I feel is sadness...
Distraught by distant memories...
There is a crispness to the air...
Bringing chill filled tears...
Bulbing at the surface...
All my fears...
All these years...
Thrown to the wayside with no hope for repair...
Questions like "how deeply did you care?"
Keep me below the surface...
Struggling to divide love and happiness...
When all I feel is regret...
With remorse of a future gone...
Lost to the past...
Aching shivers rumble through my limbs...
Balance lost...
Losing the fight to divide love and happiness...
Twinkling in the distance...
Just upon my reach...
Stability awaits me with open arms...
Courage to embrace these floods...
Allows me to rise above the waters...
Turmoil diminishing with each conquering...
Day-by-day the pain in love fades...
Allowing the peace in love to sustain.

Dried Up Well

Love's mistreatment has me tarnished and cynical...

The sun used to shine in my domicile...
Smiles now fade into saddened facades...
Sick of waiting for the potential "high" delivered by your counterfeit emotion of supposed endless devotion.
Words sound like a broken record...
Actions look like a silent film...
My heart aches like a candle gasping for oxygen to ignite the flame...
This is all the same...
Day in and day out...
Endlessly love roams through an eternal drought.

The End

Thoughts consume this endless gloom...
Words display my very dismay...
I chant a mantra filled with anguish...
Who am I in this very day?
Your words have shaped me...
Your anger has draped me...
A veil of metal...
I've gained my armor and lost my honor...
No strength left for this fight...
I've succumbed my might...
This is as endless as the night...
Like a play...
Curtains drawn...
I take a bow, turn on my heel...
This is the End.

Will We Ever

Honesty is what we crave...

Denial is what we brave...
Complacency is what we survive.

Deprivation

Your words plunge to my core

Strangling me of my very breathe
Robbing all glimmer of hope
Of desire, yet I admire
The way you throw those words around
Like your words are what grounds you
Making you whole
While I feel like a fool
For believing those words
That once whispered me into a lull
Of sweet today's and sweeter tomorrows
That was nothing but borrowed chimes and wasted time
All that was is in the wake.

All Things Greyed With Silence

I sense you, but I cannot see you;
I hear you, but I cannot feel you.
Our bodies dwell in a room at once,
While our hearts lie miles apart.
As we relish in the simplicity of existence,
We are stunned by the familiarity of this moment.
Silence bursts in violent waves of necessity;
Roaring is the reality of all things memorable.
Obscurity is positioned when misplaced in the moment;
Fate is blinded by our heart.
Without knowing,
We are consciously discovering our severance.

Criticism: Our Worst Enemy

A reflection is the point at which reality intersects disparity...
A moment to realize actions versus perception...
A chance to conceptualize progress over demise...
A burden to fantasize what is instead of what should.