...i'd like to see the stars, fall
and kiss the
i'd make a wish as they'd shatter its glow
into a million little pieces, and
across the seas.
one day, these lights will go
out; one day, that wish will come
[shut your eyes and imagine
HellHaze clouding my vision
Echoes in the distance
Lightning and flames all around me
Lucifer's nightmarish lair this is
My Personal DevilHis kiss was that of fiery coal,
A peppermint-feel upon cracked lips.
His hands had gripped my soul —
Oh, the feel of ecstasy!
His eyes obtained the celestial sky
And were like the chilly arctic breeze.
There was no chance that I could deny
Such lively things…
His alabaster skin was so gentle, so smooth,
Mocking a similarity of mine as I awake at sunrise.
His touch had a way to soothe
The scorches upon my body…
My personal devil’s love was euphoria;
He had wrapped me in his hellish ways.
My body had been eaten away by chorea.
Yet, I crave his blaze.
Ignite me in the love you share!
Burn me with your singeing lips.
Show me how much you care!
Then drown me in your flickering flames.
His heated hands were placed upon my face.
His snakes spiraling up my legs.
Our lips were near a kiss, which he did not place,
And, instead, withdrew himself.
His deadly presence, his own personal darkness,
Was brightened by the sun.
I slowly awoke in emptiness
And lost my personal d
A void within meAlone on this inhospitable night, once again
I let my memories guide my lost steps,
Wandering amid the ghosts of my past.
As I walk along the quay,
I stare at the feeble Seine flowing:
She's dying by the street lamps' hands
While the whole city asphyxiates.
Reflecting my own lack of humanity
Over the river's lighted surface,
Griefs come and go at the water's rhythm.
Once again, on this breathtaking night,
My feelings are sealed and my chest hollow.
Purple rain, chills of cold.... Or regret? I crave
My musical drug, my remaining salvation,
Spreading a sweet poison within me and
Eroding the remaining happiness I still have.
I plug my headphones...
A grin of relief appears on my weary face,
I flee to lenient lands, where a familiar Angel tucks me in.
These notes of violin split the immutable silence,
Fill the hole in, lit a bonfire to my soul.
This mermaid sings my dreams to me,
Tomorrow's SunYour plans don’t always go the way you hope they do.
You end up with a knife in the back, a hole in your shoe.
And the solace you reach for is found in a bottle or two.
Everything blurs and you’re left face down, slurring words.
There’s an empty spot right beside me.
Sometimes it feels like an unfillable hole.
Whenever the cold wind blows, and I,
I throw up a wall so no one can peer inside.
Cause promises are made, many aren’t kept.
Each broken line is equally difficult to forget.
And I want so badly to hold onto some hope,
but the fear interferes and I begin to choke.
Tomorrow’s sun might shine with promise,
so I ought to crawl out of my bed to see.
As I brush the dirt from my knees, and I,
I’ll open the window and watch it rise.
Yesterday’s an expanding collection of recollections.
They’re piling up like unpaid bills on the kitchen table.
We’re trying to unclench our jaws and relax our fists,
but the disappointment persists and th
Let Me FlyIf Hope has feathers,
As Miss Dickinson
Then make me a bird.
I want to own feathers.
I want to fly free.
But may I never
Be caged by society.
Let me be
And I will sing
Sing for you
And me and them and,
Let Me See YouI just wanna see you again
Just wanna hold you
I just wanna hold your hand
Just wanna tell you that,
I’ve seen the dark side
I’ve seen everything they have
There’s nowhere to hide
So let me stay right by your side
Let me hold you tight
Let me be your shining light
Let’s make our way through
Through the thickest dark night
To the safe side,
Without you I could never try
Let’s get away now
You don’t have to go,
Oh no savour the day now
How can we
See the best of eachother
When one another
Doesn’t see the face of dreams
Tomorrow’s another day
There’s no other way
We can run away
Your image never fades away
When you’re gone,
But I kinda lose sight,
The sight of the sound of the song
Don’t let it
Don’t let this
End the day
As time flies by
Never ever say goodbye
Baby can you hear me
I don’t know what to say
I see a bright light
Way up on the other side
Let me see you
Let me see you look at
Time. The EndlessMy regrets are vast
And the tears I could share
Could fill buckets.
Oh, if only
I could take those buckets
And use them as payment
for sins and shame.
Ten years or thirty
Are self-same prisons
If the prisoner locks his
Own cell and eats the key.
But there's desire!
Let me take my Passion
And mold the people I
As they pen their souls
On manuscripts trusted with me.
But in the dampness that seeps
Through cold, stone walls
The pages would soak over time
(Which never grows tired)
And mold to the walls
Like wallpaper slightly aged
Enough for disgust tinged furrows.
So! Give me the pen! Retrieve my key!
And return the life of the Soul to me!
In time I may live. In time.
There's no rush for Passion as she is patient,
But the Time. The Time!
I must grow accustomed
To its ageless bounty
Of ripened fruit
And return again to you
And You again
For life unhinged
And unbound words.