Silence descending upon them,
stretching far past.
Forward is what is next
--beyond what is known,
what has been seen.
One step forward;
new time
not until after
new place
in front of the other
The world of the latter.
Nothing to stop it
or to help it.
But to stand by its side.
Only one step forward,
to a new beginning.
never again will the fear diminish
from under the white oak/s shade.
inside which needles mend upon the comfort of thorns
whilst leaves sway threatening from reach.
chrysanthemums break the deepest of scars
left to drip on the water/s edge.
amongst which--
crystallized petals shatter what sinks beneath.
continuous showers tear at the surface of peace,
While butterflies soar among high.
Cold wave of flesh rolls over,
into an unseen sky.
A flash contours into existence
given unto a place to hide.
Shadows lurk beneath barriers
coming out to see the clouds.
While mystifying wind chimes clang,
nails lacerate the concrete.
Quiet becomes silence.
noise becomes unbearable.
The faint sight
of a muted life
runs away.
Wind blows past your ears as the last breath of light fades.
Whistles sing from beside you.
breaking concentration
and catching other/s eyes.
Follow it all behind.
Kiss the scenes of love and life.
As darkness falls in shades of gray.
Beyond the skies of iridescent clouds.
Falling backwards as time swings.
Seeing the first
But hearing the last
Dieing somewhere in the middle.
Hands fall, silent.
Lightning/s shadow on the walls.
Water's kissing lips are closed.
And all is left behind.
Wind sketches the outside.
Falling stronger with no light.
While the sounds of open hands.
Rise Again.
Falling they turn golden,
Kissing the sun in the breeze.
Wanting and never recieving a lift-
taken from the ground.
floating higher, flying with the wind.
Jumping to something more
Crawling for something less.
What you see here, is life.
Given colours to be held in the light.
Silent light buzzing through noise.
A slow descent down to the floor.
Knees hit, crumbling
A face covered by pain.
Stumbling forward, tears form.
Lost in breath,
something is hidden.
Hidden from the life in which we stay.
Hidden from the world in which we live.
A mother stares,
eyes glazing.
To see this child,
In life and the otherside
Never did try to look.
Always went the wrong direction.
Hated in so many ways.
Found nothin present on the surface.
But always found something.
Digging deeper without a fail.
Cries out in the worst pain.
Nothing found wasn/t so bad.
Try to keep looking
Right now, what are you thinking?
..1...2....3.....4......5.......6........7.........
Finish the beginning.
avoid the ending.
What YOU do is the midpoint.
The rise.
the fall.
the intermission.
The ride.
the light.
without progress.
Having no lead.
following no road.
obtaining no flow.
Losing No Sight.
The exposition.
the crisis.
the denoument.
But whatever you do.
Don/t.
Jump.
Let the rain drip over your face,
As the blood falls down from the blade.
See the water run in it/s place,
As the moon sets over the hill.
And as you hear the whisper of the wind,
You shall see the new day ahead.
It/s like the thought of foreverness,
that you see deep in someone/s eyes.
That feeling to move on with everything inside your heart.
A feeling like the wind; NOTHING can stop it, nor take control of it,
But can only attempt to use it for something greater.
In this case, there is nothing greater.
Than the wind inside your heart, and the sun shining in your soul.
Feeling, but never Seeing.
The deep love that stirs within.
One lie. Can tear something Apart.
A world of lies, is like a shredder.
A life torn to pieces in front of your eyes.
This power, you had.
This power, you used.
Everyone/s world, torn apart.
Into what we have now.
A memory.
Of an Angel.
And we Die with you.
One who can transfom is one who does not
E
X
I
S
T.
Tell me.
Who you are.
You are my light in all that is wrong.
But why.
One who is all in good is one who is the
W
O
R
S
T.
Tell me.
Why you hide.
The sun comes, and you fall.
But you must return.
For only the W T.
O S
R
Her Sight is knowingly blurred,
But he insists on her Seeing.
She cannot See what he is showing her,
but she knows what is there.
She can sense the smoothness in his voice,
And the silky air around her.
She can feel the quiet sounds.
As they whisper past her ears,
Blowing her hair back in a wave of thick black strands.
and he says, Now tell me,
that this, isn/t, Beautiful.
She cannot respond, for this is the most beautiful thing,
Any soul,
could Experience.
And she is lifted.
Away from her worrie
If you could take my hand,
Show me the stars
If you could lead my way,
With the wind as your guide.
You can take me, where I need to go.
And give me, what I need to live.
If you ever see the stars,
And you feel the wind pulling.
You know.
We are.
Where we
need to be.
I wish i could show you,
What you/ve done to me.
Then maybe you/d see.
I/M POWERLESS.
Let me be who i am without you.
So cold.
So.
So.
Cold.
And the water... falls.
The glass cracks,
and shatters.
And you/re happy.
Hands fall, silent.
Lightning/s shadow on the walls.
Water's kissing lips are closed.
And all is left behind.
Wind sketches the outside.
Falling stronger with no light.
While the sounds of open hands.
Rise Again.
Current Residence: Orlando Florida/Hartford Connecticut... depending if i'm on break or not. Favourite genre of music: anything that sounds good. [: Favourite style of art: any. Operating System: Windows Vista MP3 player of choice: um... one that works. and doesn/t die after 2 months of existing. Favourite cartoon character: Cosmo from "The Fairly Odd Parents." He/s so rad. Personal Quote: Feeling, but never seeing. The Deep love that stirs within....
Favourite Visual Artist
Salvador Dali
Favourite Movies
eternal sunshine of the spotless mind
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
BEATLES.
Favourite Writers
Stephen Chbosky, ("The Perks of Being a Wallflower"), and Sarah Dessen.
Tools of the Trade
i keep it simple.
Other Interests
Poetry-no not really. um... volleyball. of course. er.... sleep? and beer.
okay so its been a million years i know. but whatever. okay so my big news, ya i had my bday a while ago. a month. Nov. 7th. you got it. and just yesterday i got a car. YES. MY car. its a 2001 GLS Volkswagon TURBO Beetle. YES. i said turbo. and its pretty blue. i/ll put on a picture of it in a little while. Volleyball club season started, so i/m really busy. and i know im slacking but i havent thought of anything to write in a long time. so. thats my story. ya. SO. i/m gonna go drive around. toodles~
okay well everyone else is so why not fall in with the crowd.... fill this out and let me seeeeee. XDDD i can/t wait to know what you guys say. and oh PLEASE PLEASE answer it! it doesn/t take long. and be ghetto. no seriously. no i/m joking. mostly.
What would you do if...
[1] I committed suicide:
[2] I said I liked you:
[3] I kissed you:
[4] I lived next door to you:
[5] I started smoking:
[6] I stole something:
[7] I was hospitalized:
[8] I ran away from home:
[9] I got into a fight and you weren't there:
What do you think about my:
[1] Personality:
[2] Eyes:
[3] Face:
[4] Hair:
[5] Clothes:
[6] Mannerisms:
Other:
[1] Who