Wondering,
What is life?
Are you thinking?
Grinning,
What's the point?
Are you curious?
Mysterious,
Why you're here?
Are you smiling?
Wondering,
Is there a purpose?
Are you shining?
Sighing,
What is life?
Are you laughing?
Pretending,
Gas
Dust
Particles
Explosions
Destruction
Creation
Shining
Heat
Life
Me
Sometimes life is just a little too much
and when you smile only half of it is conveyed.
Eyes are glass-
all seeing,
fragile,
and clear:
they see everything
and
show the fragile emotions
that few people pick up on.
Wouldn't it be funny
If the stars in their black beyond were hung from the ceiling by fishing line
Just painted white cardboard, hollow - but shine
Regardless of the opinions of the earth
And mine are absent regardless.
If you want to hide yourself among them, you may
You may find your way across the creaking floorboards
Of the black beyond, to the vast array
And sit yourself among the countless separatist lords
And in this I could take comfort.
But perhaps I am content
In finding myself in the multitude of their dim vassals
Some natural spirit lacking velvet, bells, and tassels
Wrapped gently by the veiling morning mist
In the fields long below.
I have seen the silence
Of the city's coat of snow
And I have heard the grasses
Through the sidewalk try to grow
I have walked the alleys
As the chatter fell to rest
And I have seen the nightly winds
And felt them in my chest
I have passed the bayside
And weeks ago I stalled
As ripples chased each other
To the edges of the wall
And I remember thinking
'What a luxury today
With all the fears of old resolved,
To sit and watch the bay.'
The fog rolled out and the waves beckoned...
As the moon's pale light triumphed over light clouds and the dark night...
Causing my heart to beat in perfect harmony with the crashing waves and calling wind...
A symphony begun I stepped into the water and was welcomed with a salty splash...
The ocean was where I belonged...
It was my home...
Yet the home I know keeps its secrets well...
Even as we plunder its depths and destroy its life...
My home is still fighting...
Because it is still in grave danger
You stabbed me with your sharp tears.
And I bled rivers.
Yet I did not feel an ounce of pain.
For I was incapable of doing so.
It is my greatest strength.
Yet it is also my worst weakness.
Glittering looks and dark souls are a trend
So are dark looks and glittering souls
It's hard to know what's real
When glitter is everywhere
And shades of darkness differ
It's hard to know what's real
When darkness is everywhere
And shades of glitter differ
It's hard to choose the right shade
For darkness and for glitter
Because you know you're neither
Because you know you're glittering darkness .
A time comes of sunny skies and yellow flowers
A time comes of dark skies and dead flowers
A time comes and leaves
A time does not stay
So why have you stopped?
When it doesn't stay
So tell me why have you paused?
When it doesn't
Don't let her smile fool
Don't let her eyes confuse
Happy faces are a lie
Don't let her frown fool
Don't let her tears confuse
Sad faces are a lie
Don't let her fool
Don't let her confuse
Faces are a lie
Lies fool you
Lies confuse you
Don't be a fool
Don't be confused
Lounging in your vase
Basking in the morning sun
Hidden on the windowsill
A barrier of blinds and glass
The only solids protecting you
Stay your forward gaze
Though a screaming hand
Makes your petals shiver
Cute Little Yellow Flower
Tucked in neatly
In your vase
How long will you stare
Avoiding Parch's beckoning
Bright Little Yellow Flower
Your water will be switched
Soon you'll need to grow some thorns
When I'm alone
My thoughts are grown
When I'm alone
My thoughts are strong
I feel the truth
Of being me
And I don't need to
Keep my thoughts mute
Like when I with people
Who are not real......