Avoidance

My burnt and beaten heart shudders with each pang of reluctant desire. Each tremor that rocks through, jars me from my level headed perch in the giant tree of ever branching truths. I climb in my attempt to escape the sting of unanswered pleas only to discover it follows, stalking my heels as I climb ever higher into my vision of what is true. So far from the unhealthy ground that always appears to be awaiting my fall and seems eager to take me into its heart once my own weak one finally fails me both in love and ultimately in life.

Hate

Like a slap, your swift exit stings me in its suddenness. How easily you seem to take what is so sweet and sincere and turn it into something rotten and cast aside. In that briefest of moments, I hate you. I hate that my strong and centered self has become a shapeless mass full of stupid and careless wishes. I cringe knowing I have left the softest part of myself open to one who could ravage it so cruelly without a second thought. If only the safe that held the past had not been reopened and released its foul unwelcome prisoner. Then freedom and strength would rule my world rather than sadness and desperation.

A Letter

To the one whose touch evades me, my secret voice calls across the miles. Each word carries with it my wish to meet in the land of dreams. To frolic in the impossible void that constantly divides us. Like a fool I continue to stumble blindly into a pit I cannot possibly hope to escape. I can only pray that some fate will grant me magic wings to overcome this delusion I so love to swim in. My secret delight, I ignorantly long to gaze into those eyes despite that they don't seem to reflect the same beautiful chaos that fills my own mind. The distance you keep both in miles and in heart does little to dampen my desire. Rather, the pains keep me captured on you that I cannot have.

Rerun

An old record buzzes as it passes over a well worn groove of constantly repeating sentiment. With each spin the message becomes more fuzzy and hollow. Blindly, the parade of listeners rushes past barely noticing that they are scraping the heels of those who walk before them. They are zombies hypnotized by the toneless song that plays from the lips of a dream, for each feels the tune is their own. So with eyes closed they press on, an endless steam of mindless drones captured by the noose of what they wish was real.

Stay Sleeping

Like a ghost, the past haunts my dreams. It floats through my mind as an apparition of one I so long ago loved. Each painful pass reminds me of what can only exist in the seconds of stolen time we can manage to free. Every gliding step carries with it the echo of truth that the past has long since gone and with it went my naive vision of a storybook life. Still I chase my phantom, if only to spend a second longer warmly surrounded by my beloved blanket of illusion, guarded from the icy sting of the reality I must someday face.

Refound

Across all time and space some things never die. Deep within the most cold and solid stone, the magic of two hearts connecting so perfectly stays strong and true, counting down the moments until in the midst of the darkest summer storm, a single burst of lightening fire will split the stony safe and free the life that’s held on so long. Weak from years of starvation, hungry it begs only for time. For time has become a treasure too hard to find, but worth so much, so needed to feed a fledgling spirit that craves to live and demands but only a fighting chance to show how right it might have been.