A thought, a feeling, an emotion... and a message to a very unique and talented individual

You held me firmly in your hands,
leaving your fingerprints along my smoothed edges
You carved your figure into the underside of my chest
so that my heart could never forget your face
You painted my soul onto canvas and hung it on our wall
as it stayed left smiling gradually through our years

the threads loosened and fell, a piece at a time
the edges of that smile came apart and plummeted
to the old, creaky floorboards
laying scattered across our fractured storyline
leaving indentations of what once was

I sit and burst into clouds heavy with emotion
looking to drown out the the darkness creeping from within
trying to thread together myself long enough
for those prying eyes,
till their gaze fixates somewhere else

my memories betray my existence
and I sit and wish they would jump through the holes
away from me, never to write back, never to contact

my room glows a drab grey in the daylight
and pulses a pitch black in the evenings
voices talk to me as I try to single them out
as their echoes lead me to the steady mirrored image on the wall

I wish I could separate and bottle up your life's images
and leave you with the ones that brought the sunrise from your face
to hold you upon the palm of my hand
so that you may feel the refreshing breath of the world
so that you dare not scuff yourself upon the dirty ground

to bring your soul out and breath in deep
the different colors that dance upon the horizons stage
to reignite that energy
to chase those clouds away

you're pretty wonderful in your own right
eventually you will believe that again

In Time

I realize, that the moon I look up at in the sky tonight
is the same moon that said goodbye to your eyes
that the hours apart on this clock face are the same ones
that bring your thoughts into the space
between my heart and my chest
my mind hides the stars and their peering eyes behind the clouds
that have leaked from my open pores
the same stars that hide themselves from you for a short while
the cold tile on my bare room floor brings comfort as I listen
to songs that you share songs you adore...
I gasp swiftly as I run my body under sprays of frozen water
that sprout from the faucets
like how my thoughts don't sit idley by but jump at the chance
to express themselves as thoroughly as possible
thoughts so colossal that my larger than life frame 
seems miniscule and hidden in the shadow of you
soon the sun will bring the skies of blue and light the paths
to a new day and new hopes, the beginnings to be able 
to begin again
the only constant that can be counted on are the thoughts
that have yet to be created of that figure
the lightened shadow with a smile bigger than the world
can even hope to grow to be
the sweat beads on my brow to show you that my mouth recites words
that make my blood curdle from thoughts of unacceptance
but failure makes no sense in this situation
because the chance to try and express are well worth receiving
an invitation from rain filled tomorrows
the only sorrow that blooms now stems from the jealousy 
of the moon, how it was able to see and introduce you to a new day
before I could lift my lids long enough to say
good morning




Good Morning

my eyes droop and have a hard time staying open long enough
to imagine the skies above me
my life's photo remains in grey scale till the sun awakens
i spread open the shutters of my minds window to let in the light
that manages to peak out from behind my thought bubbles
fresh paint still covers some, sticking them closed for a moment
as my forceful finger tips dip steadily in the crevasses between the doors
i push them gently bracing my feet against the floor at my necks base
trying not to stagger over memories and slide under past reflections
that left me rocking back and forth in the corner of my rooms
next to the broom closet where I used to keep all the dirty little secrets
that my imagination could create, my fate seemed stamp sealed and approved
to venture on from hallway to hallway, entering the second door on the right
while the lights flicker at the edge of my attics steps
I keep the opening in my forehead closed as not to wake the sleeping bats in my clock tower
the cobwebs gather and bloom flowers not meant to see prying eyes
left in disguises upon the creaky floorboards, dancing as masquerade party goers do
out on the patio under the falling moon as the stars turned spectators watch intently
knowing death is meant to be the end of these tracks, so they enjoy the ride downtown




The Ride

I think to myself and run through thoughts while I'm alone
leaning on the third wall to the left in my home and wonder
about the many blunders I had growing up, turning over
stone after stone and finding nothing but snakes there
ready and waiting for me to lay bare on the ground next to them
for a positive position to bite me, to strike into my soul
and fill it with grief and pessimistic thoughts
and though I stopped and bought some coveralls to protect
my delicate heart i found they didn't cover all...
parts of me lay out away from the self assurance slowly
being whispered into my ears throughout the day
words falling to the deaf. plummeting into the holes
that fears created
the bottom is a pitch black welcome mat
waiting for me to wipe my soiled feet and enter
dead dreams lay scattered across the ground 
while I look at the tattered dress that clings to life
and sound, once worn by love
the floor a slick cold walk, muting footsteps and
the talk of hope that sometimes gently fall from above
comfortable but not at peace within this cave of mirrored walls
while I watch myself try to save me from this despair
the air thick with aspirations I once foolishly dreamt
this basement breaths in this stale life essence
and exhales pieces of me into a rubbish bin 
that sits idley in the center of the room I'm in
I hold back the urge to sift through the muck and dirt
that may be lying dormant there
past regrets? or is that where my soul had come to die
away from the judging eyes that no longer stare down to this shallow abyss
oblivion is what it seems i'm living in 
and the light house at the top has burned dead for some time
so now I stand by in this desolate place staring at the stars
that seem further away than normal
wondering if asked nicely they'll shine for me one more time


Bisquitos