Not in life but in Mind

With you I fell into what felt like hope,

A change in life that few find so early,

To fantasize together of being with one another,

Having chests swollen with only truth,

For hands clasps and fingers interlinked,

Leaving my heart racing just with a thought,

Of what may or what could be,

Because for you I fell,

Harder than anything I experience,

And still with each breath you linger,

Not in my life but in my mind,

How tears do not extinguish this feeling,

Each day seems only to be an exacerbation of my soul,

A reminder but remembered as how I could feel,

Because without this clinch on my heart,

I wouldn't know the limit,

Of which I could feel. 

Hooked Far Above

Thoughts are strung upon wire,

Hanging just over the surface of this water,

The gallows they call,

For deep within irks an uncertainty,

To be void of this compassion,

One that drove itself off the pier,

And upon the wire it all hung,

Ready to embrace that which was unwilling,

To let go,

To release all tethers that bind this soul,

The consuming feeling of never knowing,

To attain the closure,

And be released back into the gallows,

Where all living things may lay in wait,

Until they are called upon once more,

To an unforeseen future,

All in hope of never needed to be strung along,

Steadfast for an emotion thought interrupted

Nature's Purity

To the night that was not silent,

With thunderous roll of the wind you swept,

Drops of rain concealed our sight,

So that all we see is the storm.

The Grimace

There are days that seems to have their ways of tearing me down, 

Throwing me around without the common decency of telling me why,

Why am I reminded of those feels when I thought them gone,

Long forgotten in the long winded eternal point where I never am graced to say goodbye,

How you laugh in your place that seems so far above my own,

Almost to make me look up and feel the wrenched feeling once more,

Without true words to speak and nothing to quell this idea,

This thought of you that irks me to the point of breaking,

Yet I can go on without you because you aren't the piece I thought you to be,

And though I wish it,

I never wished for you and I to become like this,

This silent spectator. 

In Light of Dreams

Through the light I tried to see,

See beyond the point in which I already knew,

Shallow the water was,

Though as I wallowed there,

Trudging towards some form of residence,

Falterd by desire for something that seemed unattainable,

Charismatic I may have been,

But destain left my pallet salted and ashed,

Who was this being I was trying to become,

Beyond the pinnacle of what was ideal,

Further than down in my soul it pulsed,

Something alive and well,

Captivated by a fleeting dream,

An idea lost in the light of what it is,

Scattered into the unknown,

Only to be known as desire

For my most cherished,

Seduced and enthralled,

Into your arms I fell,

Without a care or worry,

Committed and invested,

My heart was beating for you,

My chest swelled in your presence,

Now only my stomach turns,

My chest tightens and my breathing slows,

For love was all to real,

Only to be ripped away,

Put in a box and never glanced at again,

The way my heart feels,

Echoes to my very being,

No one had known me like you did,

In the end you were already gone,

And I was still waiting,

Hand extended awaiting your graceful touch

Lighting Desire

Fire of my desire,

How pure you burn even when close,

To flicker in the wind,

Sending your ember high,

Only to warm the embrace,

Longingly yearned for,

To share the warmth,

This ideal of safety,

Is stricken from the pages,

Of a story long since never told,

Where a man would stand for testament,

Not only to himself,

But to his beloved right beside him,

For beyond ones self,

There is a love burning true in the night