Sage of Sorrow

In the sorrow and rage that fill this page,
Sets the stage to which this battle will be fought,
Know that nothing that was taught will be present for this,
And be sure your steps do not became locked in ice,
The ice which seems to surround me,
Envelop,
This decay that seems to curse all that is,
Before,
After,
When there is no escape,
No way to find,
That beaten path,
One that must now be walked upon,
With heavyfootsteps,
To leave all sign of life behind,
And never return to this trail again,
For this set is down,
Tear it down,
And let it burn,
Down,
In the sorrow and rage,
In this tender age

In The Middle

In a dream or in reality,
I seem to be connected to you,
To help you as you help me,
Whether it is known or not,
To our dreams we go,
Eyes closed,
And though all isn't a fairy tale,
I'm sure my dreams with yours,
Would shoot us beyond the stars

Pinning Time

It's hard to pin point a certain feeling,
Especially when rushed over by so many,
Yet the outlook doesn't seem to change,
Yet my hope does not die,
Still wake to every morning with one thought clear,
Clear to the details,
To follow an emotion so blindly can be scary,
But for all this,
For all this is truly worth,
It is just a momentary setback,
One which hopefully will continue

Missing You

Everyday that passes,
As every moment that goes by,
Without your touch,
Your voice,
Your words,
My day always feels incomplete,
Out of place,
And to miss you like this,
To feel it,
To see it in everything I do,
To be without you for theses hours upon days,
Everyday that seems to pass,
I continue to miss you more

Heavy Silence

This silence aches in my chest,
My words held,
Heavy,
Longing,
Just for the moment,
To return,
So they may be spoken,
And known true

Momentary Lapse

To take into account all the factors,
To know,
To feel,
To truly understand,
After much thought,
Many things to be thought about,
But it all came down to one factor,
One person,
Just one,
Beyond myself,
Beyond me,
The cause to which happiness was born again,
For you,
This is not the end,
Not for you or I,
But simply put,
Our time is just on pause for now,
And we can hit play when ready

Windowed Emotion

The truth lays within the eyes,
The window to one's true emotion,
For these eyes are for you to see,
To read and understand,
To know what it is to be true,
Not be in front or behind,
But beside

Echoing Soul

Life seems to fall,
Up and down without a constant,
Giving and taking,
Breaking and rebuilding,
But to find the center,
Something that wakes you up at night,
Drives you,
Pierces your very soul into something beyond measure,
Without recourse,
Minus thought,
Based solely on intuition,
The very instinct that is,
And can be backhanded,
Improper,
Out of place,
And at the wrong time,
To wait,
Is not even a question,
To see what light holds of the mountains,
That seems present themselves only under the thicket,
Under the mist to seems to try and damper and hinder,
Such spirit to rise,
Like a challenge,
Glorious if all fell correctly,
Just a missing piece,
To the every growing puzzle,
To fit,
To be,
To just know,
No such recourse shall be required,
And waiting wasn't an option,
But just a matter of going with what this beating object,
This heart,
Echoes for

Testament

This testament is not one to religion,
Nor to love or lust that has now past transgressed,
In hopes of finding maybe my own path,
In search of something that feels now to be missing,
Growing older with years in mind,
And how my hand has held many that were believe to be meaningful,
Yet only a few linger in my mind evermore,
To share this openly and not be judged,
Nor taken aback,
Diving into something son uncertain my delve into my hand,
So now I sit here,
With thoughts that can not seem to dissipate,
So this testament is something,
Still trying to figure out it's meaning and find myself in it 

Farewell

Do you know what it's like to be stuck in a solemn place,
To be alone with nothing but the never thoughts that seem to consume,
Rack against your brain as you try to stop thinking,
Just laying awake with eyes wide open,
With nothing but these thoughts washing around in your head,
Driven by events past and present,
Wishes that never and did come true,
Being misunderstood and unable to explain,
Losing out and being cut out entirely,
Not be able to say good bye,
No farewell will be coming down from the heavens,
With time lost,
It should just be buried,
Deep within your own subconscious,
Yet it will still effect you,
Keep you awake,
With arms crossed staring at the blank ceiling above,
Just trying to imagine stars to bring you some ease,
Yet nothing helps,
An echo in your mind,
No farewell may be said to those loved and lost,
All that remains is that which is held dear,
Close the chest it seems you may hold,
Those surrounding you,
With only the most pure intentions fathomed,
But society would reap that of labels,
Gender labels and normal tendencies for most,
To group up,
Still eventually it all will just relapse,
Until you know how to bid a final farewell,
Just to know and feel that all could finally be at peace,
Stuck in this solemn place,
Only to find the key and be able to just,
Open the door and say farewell

Inhaling Glory

With the new air being inhaled,
As if wings lift my soul upward,
Skyward in this ascension,
The sun eclipsed by nothing,
Awakened by recent events,
To a world much brighter,
More than the world left behind,
Recent glory has come of late

Fluttered

I write at times when I can have no verbal words to express my emotion,
As of late I have felt a large weight as if placed upon my very being,
Weighing me down in such succession to pale these bright days in my sight,
Odd though when this feeling took hold,
Scattered a thought I once held so strong,
Something I felt held meaning,
Held some sort of standing with the other person who shared such times,
But as it all fell together,
It fell to ash too quickly for a fire to even take time to scorch such things,
Emotionally torn,
As reason took hold and things were not even acted on,
Just a back thought to all other actions,
Maybe I was not worth the time just to create a smile,
To bring all I would to the table and not even wince at any sign of fear,
Jumping into dark waters which I would usually fear the most,
So know I have to tell myself how all this fell to ash,
All close at hand and gone just as so,
A broken heart,
Not from love or any emotion of the sort,
Maybe even the fact that friendship and a real caring feeling can just be thrown,
Gone in this darkness of life never to be scene again,
All may seem gone,
But it's because I write for I have no other way to demonstrate this frustration