Run

In my mind
I am dead
Spreading the disease
To the Dying Life
Where are we going?
Will it ever stop?
Thoughts swirl around in my head
Where are we going?
Reaching out
To you,
Will you come if I call?
Can you stay
While I always run away?
I'll always be running
Running away from you
Can you be happy with that?
Don't die
T'would be a shame because
I think I'll always
Be coming back to you.
When I leave, you'll know.
But 'till then,
I'll always come back to you.

[May 18th, 2011]

Please?

Won't you come be with me?'
There is noise, noise, noise
'You're not with me, you're with yourself.'
This is what I need to do.
'Please...I need you...'
I need you too.
'I feel so lonely...'
Please, please leave me alone...

Please, please take me
To a silent, calm place.
Please, please just hold me,
I'm trying not to break.
Please, please, I need you,
To just love me, right now
Just for a while, just until
I can find myself again.

Your Eyes

Your eyes wash over me, asking
'Why aren't you with me?'
I shrug and look away, but you,
Your eyes continue to sigh at me
And all I can do is stare back
My eyes unfocused,
My mind distracted,
My feelings in turmoil.
Your eyes cry dry tears
As you watch me try
To delete myself:
To forget what I've done,
To forget what I've asked for,
To forget what I've thought.
Your eyes cry to me,
'What have I done?'
My eyes are blank,
Lying to you as you beg me
To relent my silence.
Your eyes,
Your beautiful eyes,
Close in exhaustion,
Momentarily defeated;
Your eyes open sadly
And begin to plead with me
Once again.

Thoughts

Belief
That you'll realize your dreams
Desire
For the person, object, belief
Decision
To attempt for your desires
Dream
And let your dreams decide.

Falling

From everything we want

And everything we have

We all fall apart

Our legs collapsing beneath us

Our arms failing to catch us

We all fall down

Our eyes falling out

Our fingers falling off

We all die.

I Fly For You

I fly for you.
Up through the skies I soar, weightless as the wind whispering through willow trees that cry trembling green tears. I feel as if there must be a limit, and yet I rise ever upwards, on a delightful draft of soft, warm air that you send as your love to me. I look down below and see your hair rustling like the willows, and it brings me back down again. Your love, rising up towards me, tempts me to soar high within the clouds, but your eyes pull me ever closer to you. Your deep green eyes with their circles of gold, so full of wonder as you watch me spin about in the breeze, draw me into your arms again. Our love is so warm, though, our hearts beating together in an emotional tempo that pulls us ever closer to each other, that when a breath of hot air begins to draw me away I clutch my arms around you and lift you up. Your feet leave the ground with mine and we fly, fly for each other, fly together, fly for love and desire and wonder. I bring you with me on this wondrous path of airways and trees, and this time I do not need to return to the ground to show you my devotion. My love for you lifts you up to the clouds, just as yours carries me beside you.
For always, together, forever, my love.

Discard

Here they lie, direlect shells of their former selves. Like dozens of long-nosed bugs, they stare at me as I stare at them. I feel sympathy for them, the once-great machines that flew through the clouds. All that remains are large fields of shapes, the forms of their former glory, and I feel for them. Is it unusual to feel things for something that was never alive by human standards? And yet they were all alive. My beliefs will not let them rest. Their pieces scattered like material dust, I can only look at them and feel.
So many people. So many cars, planes, boats, vehicles of all types. People used these things, and after we are through with them they are discarded like, well, scrap metal, except they are the scrap metal we relate to so often.
And one day we will be discarded too, just like them.

The filth. It covers everything around them as they walk through a place full of it. Around the yard, the trees are vibrant shades of green, and it's amazing that such colours could exist surrounding the disgust of the slick black oil. How can they build cities, communities around this? Gaping holes in the ground, islands of metal, mountains of garbage. How can these colours exist here? How, when we are so disgusting, can people ignore that which once served us and now works against us? They form roads of candles by the light it gives them, and once they have what they want they discard and ignore the remainders.