Fear

What compares to fear like the sound of silence?

That echoes through the mind.

Frozen in its chilling thoughts.

That hound underneath your blood.

In the lessons of a dissolving passion.

That becomes your shadow painted pain.

That feeds upon the flesh note hearts.

Between the dimensions of its distant heavens.

Throbbing though your bones.

Measured as a lost disease consuming the body and soul.

Pinned to the brain.

Dripping down the corners of your eyes.

Crushed beneath its pressure.

You swell up in its bitter taste.

Gasping out the idea.

Of what has become of fear?

Dear God

Dear God,

How long does it take for the heart to run out of breath?
How long does it take for love to be everlasting?
How long does it take for the ticking of a decomposing soul, of countless smiles dead between the pages?

How long does it take for life to hold its breathless promise?
How long does it take for a painted dream to turn into a cloudless nightmare?
How long does it take for a story to become fairytales?

How long does it take for the morning sorrow to sing to me?
How long does it take for the midnight death to whisper to me?
How long does it take for my winter veins to lay a summer heart to rest?

How long does it take for me to truly and forever be dead?
How long does it take for a flower to grow into an orchid?
How long does it take for the sun to set and the moon to rise?

Only if the world were to share my endless pain.
The happiness of the lost pieces of a simple tear
would bleed out the shades of my lost beauty.

Once Upon A Time

What do you call a world met by two color blind eyes?
Under a blood line of paradox answers dripping gracefully in its tasteless questions of beauty.
Does a list of black and white words picture life to be so blissful and breathe taking under a truth that was our friendship and a lie that was love?
It was only an October night when my heart said "I love you!"
Where it was only an April morning when your words sang "I love you too!"
Unhappy to my wild love letter to the devil himself.
Bookless to a day of endless pages turning to a plum red melody, while it rushes against my timid blue veins.
It was just a sickness compared to a cancer like the heart
as laugher was just a cold grey ticket to a cartoon like life.
Only a shadow of dancing promises, where I felt death within my ghost faced tears.
Where her love killed me
Only to whisper to myself, inside the shallow corners of my heart.
I quote "Once upon a time, people dreamed of love and hate, where it’s a life time of promises we die for!”

After The Rose

One heart beat is equal to one pulse
Never to be seen or heard
In a toneless dream
Swallowed by the convictions of a decomposing love
The paradox of a teenage mind
Peels the layers of life selections among a fading fantasy
Decaying in his reflection. .........

Picture a grey and black movie
Motionless to the cold black daisy pressed against my chest.
Waking up to an unquiet rumor that was a fashionable dream.
Accepting its fading past and present
Left beside an unfavorable future
With disillusionment in their gloomy faces
Bound to a weak stomach full with sorrow
Peeling the flesh off their vanishing hearts
Uneasy to the faith of a lost soul
Pasted inside the pieces of a clock
Ticking against the gears beating like tears.
Helpless like the eyes of a new born baby
Words become the lyrics of a mute song
They were unknown people coded in happiness brought by sadness.
Face to face with myself

"In tune with the hearts of others, where I lay in the center of the universe, Fused inside the memories. Embraced in a life beyond death."

The death between friends and family come with remorse
The emptiness felt inside your heart heals within time
Never forgotten to what is remembered as a stunning story.