Together

Through the smoke and words,

The room is filled with nothing. 

They cling to each other, to hope.

Their nights are filled with music,

And their mornings are filled with less.

Their smiles are painted on,

Their noses, too high.

As they gravitate through

A dank and dusty palace.

With nothing but pride on their minds.

Come on, baby.

Let’s fly together.

Over the pain and irrelevant.

To a place where we’re free.

It’s a lonely world.

Full of being empty.

Without you, I’d be lost in it.

With nowhere to go

And no one to see.

If the day comes that I’m lost

And you’re not on the same path

I pray I lose everything 

Because you’re worth that much.

Come on, baby.

Let’s fly together.

Over the pain and irrelevant.

To a place where we’re free.

We can go together

Together

Forever.

Love Comes Again :]

The joy flows

deep within the heart

pumping in with excitement

leaving with relaxation

The rapture

takes over the heart

pumping in taking over everything

leaving more rapture behind

The comfort

enters the soul

through the joy and rapture

the pain and sorrow

The love

gives and recieves

pumping through the heart

leaving throught the heart

never Ceasing.

In Between

The pale fading sunset, stretching across the horizon, shades of crimson and tangerine

a boy admiring the beauty and yet saddened by her inevitable absence to feel.

The long drawn out gaze of words unspoken, unrequited love buried in their souls

stale from the miles and years, the emotion continually spinning like a ferris wheel.

The boy running through the fields of golden wheat, thoughts flowing like a sheet of silk

dreaming of lost lands and treasure ships like a letter waiting anxiously to unseal.

The girl loved from afar, but unaware of the deep-rooted feelings the boy harbored,

growing apart and she didn’t realized his soul is aching as she pulls away like an automobile.

The old tattered house a picture of grotesque deterioration, forgotten behind the vines 

ripping away the beauty that once immersed the neighborhood: an unfair deal.

The unaltered emotions of a union celebrated more than two years ago, their love like a table

overflowing with a feast beyond measure that for the few nights in a perfect meal. 

The fleeting, stunning, luminous star lighting up the blackened night sky,

like a summer romance, always there, a moment in a lifetime, nothing so surreal.

I Don’t Believe in the Book, I Believe in 1 Corinthians 13

Cease the fire,

you know this isn't us.

remember why we took it this far,

remember what it's all worth.

think of this when i am here,

but since i am almost gone,

think of things we say we are,

and every relevant song.

all the dreams that've

not been born,

are buds that've sworn

to flower.

and if we fail to recieve them?

what then?

are we not firmer than a handshake?

more certain than the seasons?

to overcome the uncertainty

is as close as holding your hand. 

proximity is not our challenge.

Love is.

Ghost

Your ghost still haunts me like thick air, 
unseen yet I feel you so strongly here.
I breath you in, 
let you go. 
Allow myself to inhale, 
and exhale.
It's only natural for us.
Your ghost face vanishing whenever we get too close,
My past lover, 
friend, 
and now holy ghost.
I reach out, 
call your name.
The echo of your availablity, 
tantalizing, 
painful, 
haunting.
Inhale.
Exhale.
Give in,
let go.
My Ghost,
My almost.

Love or Lust

I really Love YOU a lot.

I can Love no other.

But sometimes,

Love is not, that love you want.

Its a bit different.

It can be Lust or Passion, ...... for LOVE !