Pieces

Pieces

When will I break up into pieces,

I am shattered don't you see

and when will I see you come for me,

nothing else ever matters,

I am lethal in time, that I only want you

to see that part of me I can't hide.

So I jump into your arms,

my fragile hands get the best of me,

these thoughts swarm around in my mind,

provoking me and I rejoice

with your deep eyes

fixated upon my actions,

your mouth opened from assumed shock.

So I touched your pale cheek,

slightly and pulled back,

to leave my nights evermore sleepless.

Don't contradict me,

stop predicting,

just let your heart speak

and slap yourself

cause you're in too deep.

You enable my breaths,

they are scarce to me now,

for when I inhale,

it burns my nose

and puts pains through my chest,

such a rose's thorns.

But this pain I long for,

every morning I wake,

till the time I lay my head down again,

It's what your pieces do to me.

Forever Mending the Purple

Forever Mending the Purple

Through his eyes;
which only see one thing.
Through everyone's eyes,
he sees himself as King.

Holding on to a piece of a crimson heart;
one that could have been his from the start,
but in those eyes he never really saw her.
The Love's turning purple and then he'll see.

Aching with a broken purple heart,
which time, mending is slowly healing,
growing together stronger will start
to escape each and every feeling.

For he continues to pull out that purple piece,
with each thought,
will he actually ever see,
the mending her heart
has worked so hard
to achieve
is ripped apart.

So a new wound is exposed
in this ever so violet heart,
which lasts a second, or two
and his seeing of her,
turns blind.
The purple begins
it's work again,
to mend this
ever,
aching,
purple heart.

Our Time

Our Time

Our time for love that seemed to be

Effortlessly in this melancholy,

It's just our shining hearts.

Our time to adjust

In the eyes of our new,

Our new found joy that brings us

To tears.

Our time for love brings us hope,

To see through our,

Greatest fears.

Our time to love is here to stay,

And evermore,

Our time to loathe has gone away.

Co-Existing

Co-Existing

Alone as I stand,

The ocean's breeze flows through my hair

And I wiggle my toes in the sand,

And yet I must brace myself for what's

To come of me next,

It's unpredictable,

Uncontrollable,

So unexpected.

How can one's heart be so little

And yet feel so much,

So much, when I'm near your touch

I can't control it,

My heart just beats so,

Extraordinarily fast,

I wish you could feel it,

Or maybe you do know what it feels like,

Being speechless and strained for air

And every breath you take,

Just draws you in,

There's no resisting,

It's just you and me,

Co-existing.

Try Harder

Try Harder

I try to avoid my sadness,

But somehow someway it finds me.

I try not to cry and hurt less,

But somehow someway it gets me.

I try to put on a fake smile,

But somehow someway it frowns.

I try to keep my head held high,

But somehow someway it's down.

I try to be happy each day,

But somehow someway it changes.

I try to change my attitude,

But somehow someway I lose.

I try to keep me simple,

But somehow someway I'm not.

Unchangable

Unchangable

My tears keep falling from my eyes,

And yet my cheeks remain dry.

My knees began to shake beneath me,

And yet I remained balanced.

My arms felt cold with shivers,

And yet no goosebumps.

My hands felt very unsteady,

And yet looked pale and calm.

My breaths sounded rushed and short,

And yet remained calm and deep.

My hair seemed frazzled and messy,

And yet looked tidy and well kept.

My mouth was about to quiver and pout,

And yet a beautiful Mona Lisa.

My nails were chewed from nerves,

And yet remained long and painted.

My vision began to blur,

And yet I could still see.

My eyes seemed tired and heavy,

And yet were alert and bright.

My ears were ringing ever so loud,

And yet I was in complete and utter silence.

Black Angel's Spell

Black Angel

Don't get too close,

You'll learn to fear me,

You can't want me,

I try and shy away,

But as our eyes meet,

The frenzy begins.

You've found me,

My soul,

I've forgotten how to breathe,

It happened too quick,

Our cool lips met so cautiously

And I've realized I'm your angel,

But you can't have me.

I am no one's,

Unlovable.

So now I've lost you

And I feel so black,

So black,

I want you back,

To do it again.

Do it again I shall,

And again I should,

But it's love I dwell.

Black Angel put this spell on me,

I prick your heart

And loathe the rest,

Melting in the dead of night,

Stop.

You'll always lose this fight.

To Seize or Miss?

To Seize or Miss?

The sun fades but remains bright,

The stars glow into the night.

The trees sway gently but fast,

This moment could only last.

Thou speaks of thee this morning

And echoes amongst the trees,

What's thou done thy mourning,

My heart is thine to seize.

The poplars short to the sky,

Dance the wind and speed of sound,

Thy have nothing but to sigh

Of the falseness and the ground.

Her Path

Her Path

As you walk away,

The trees start to sway,

The cool wind gently blows,

I can hardly find your toes.

The path for you will clearly end,

Your footsteps are becoming a blur,

And I no longer can pretend,

I am tired and unknown of the cure.

There's a new path I must take for me,

One that I can only see.

One that leads us differently,

So you leave me.

Dear John

Dear John

Every night I can't sleep because I'm too worried about you, I hate being alone,

And I'm scared of the facts that you may never come home.

Every morning I look to where you slept and I cry because you're not there,

And every time the news is on more soldiers are falling, and it's not fair.

Bullets won't make you fall, you see

And so I pray to the gods,

That you'll make through it all,

And come home to me.

Dear John won't you come back to me,

Dear John we're meant to be,

Dear John I want to hold your hand,

Dear John I think you're grand,

You lift me up, guide me through,

Make me want to run to you.

So Dear John keep your head held high,

And Dear John I'll try not to cry.

All this time I've been waiting for you to come home, it's been many years.

The pain in my chest is true I know you'll make it through as the future nears.

I can't breathe because this isn't simple, you're not bulletproof and I can't lose you for good,

I know you'd come back to me, if, if only you could.

So Dear John I'll pray for you, and dry my tears,

Force many smiles, and hide all my fears.

I heard a car drive up and two uniformed men got out,

My heart stopped suddenly and I had one doubt.

They placed your life in my hands engraved on tags,

My mind could only envision the day you packed your bags.

I never wanted this day to come,

I never wanted to really see,

The truth to this reality.

Hoping for the best without regret,

Praying that you'd change your mind,

But your mind was already set.

To Remember

To Remember

I lay here to remember the past,

visions are bombed through my head.

The lives of those who lost, will last,

For they are the dead.

To remember is what we must do,

To forget them would haunt our mind.

To remember they fought for me and you,

They were all so strong and kind.

And now they lay in a field,

The poppies will continue to grow.

Their secrets shall not be sealed,

But displayed proudly upon every row.

Death of Tomorrow

Death of Tomorrow

The death of tomorrow

Brings my soul great sorrow,

And so I ask myself,

Am I in this mode of stealth?

The death of yesterday

Brings my soul pain today,

And so I ask him,

Why is life this dim?

He stares deep into my soul,

And it's there I see what he stole.

A single tear escapes me,

And I am all but free.

And so the death in my past,

is but a reflection that will last,

And so I ask everyone around,

Would you forget me when I'm down?

No Sympathy

No Sympathy

Drying her tears she cries here

Falling to the ground for him,

Tasting her mascara,

Over again.

Kicking and screaming, she cries.

Once again her mother sighs,

Another victim of his lies,

It's over again.

And I see no sympathy, no sympathy

In his heart anymore, just a cold heart.

She eats as if she knows

But can only stare at her toes,

She cries as the cool wind blows,

Love, over again.

Catching him in the act,

Once again the other girl is back,

The issues are now facts,

State, it's over again.

And I see no sympathy, no sympathy

In his heart anymore, just a cold heart.

Drying her tears she cries here,

falling to the ground for him.

And yet she asks herself,

Why it's over again?

Crying as she packs she just leaves,

Running as she throws her keys,

Crying as he drops to his knees,

It's over again.

And I see no sympathy,

no sympathy,

In his heart anymore,

Just a cold and lonely heart.

You Are My Angel

You Are My Angel

I watch you from heaven way up in the sky,

I will wait for you.

Live and breathe your life don't sigh,

Because I'll always love you.

When you gaze upon the sky,

Looking for answers in the clouds,

I gaze upon your eyes,

I couldn't miss them in a crowd.

I know this came too fast,

God took me from your heart,

I wish that moment weren't my last,

Each and every part.

Even though I'm in heaven's gate,

The one that wears her wings,

I know love when it's my fate,

You are my angel, so he sings.

"You are my angel, so brave and lonely.

You are my angel, you'll always know me.

You are my angel, looking down from the sky.

You are my angel, I know when you're happy you cry.

You are my angel, my every victory,

And I'll always know that every where I go,

you're always watching with me."

At First Sight

At First Sight

Your heart shatters before your eyes

when you receive such tragic news,

as a part of you quickly dies

your life seems no use.

You loved her very much,

and cry when you hear her name.

You're body aches for just her touch,

Life will never be quite the same.

You tell yourself it's a bad dream,

One which you'll never wake,

Or that's what you want it to seem,

Instead it's her life he takes.

As she departs her way tonight,

She leaves behind a part of her,

A part that shines so bright,

A part that belongs to him and her.

Crying as he held her in his arms,

Reminded him of his angel,

For now he found his place in life,

To care for his new daughter,

The last of his wife.

Bleeding Rose

Bleeding Rose

As I start to see the purple river,

once again my tears are crying.

The breeze chills my back as I shiver,

another victim of you lying.

So I press the cold heart steel,

to endless flowing purple.

Am I supposed to feel,

the draining of my purple?

So this is how the young rose bleeds,

bleeding from the sick petals.

More blood depression feeds,

as if to rid the heavy metals.

Pricking a rose's thorn,

will always be of guilt,

as if to say you were torn,

by something that's unbuilt.

Depression flows through the thorns.

This is how a rose bleeds

and yet no one will mourn,

because the rose will always bleed.

Quenching for thirst though the rose remains black,

with a drop of innosense it does not change,

but without a such given slack,

the rose will be a forever strange.

Pricking me frozen in time I melt within,

the purple from my veins pours from the stem.

The edges of the petals start to roll and dry.

As the rose bleeds, it will surely, shortly die.

Black Angel

Black Angel

Receiving a prick upon thy finger,

rushing waves salt water there,

gathering words become to linger,

as the purple rushes with care.

Thous face grows ghostly and white,

with such news thys gone to the light.

Numbing travels like a heartless disease,

Thys life the Black Angel will seize.

Dost thou's thorn hurt too much,

though the stem knows not of it's thorn.

A drop of wine with just one touch,

As the Black Angel departs, you are torn.

Oh Black Angel, kisses thy cheek
and take thy life,

it's so much easier than to sneak
thou's stained wine knife.

His Wife

His Wife

Thy's dress is short.

And thou will be pleased.

Thy's mind is clear,

and thou will be all but siezed.

To live thy own life,

thou speakst of it true,

thy's handled not with a knife,

if thou only knew.

Thou speaks of her as a wench

and thy mind is all in thought.

Thou doesn't know love's first quench,

because it's him I know thy's caught.

The thought of thou now ills the stomach

and thy's touch sends shivers

and thou always comes back.

Thy tries not to cry many rivers

for thou's one such given slack.



Hidden Rooms

Hidden Rooms

My mind has hidden rooms and secrets,

different situations open my doors

and release a path burried deepest,

like the spreading of ocean floors.

My mind is the game Russian Roullette,

holding the gun and pulling the trigger,

you'll never know just what you get,

but my thoughts will always linger.

I'm not sure if this is right,

or if this is my true fate.

All I know is that what's in sight,

depends upon my emotional state.

So here I am at a looking glass,

caught between two planes.

As I look I just don't ask,

and realize it's rather strange.

Marilyn

Marilyn

This pain in my chest

will not suppress

and I am left

Unrested.

With you it will grow,

not by myself,

for I can show,

no one else.

The eyes only bleed

for short time

and no one sees

the true crime.

If you love me at my best,

will you love me at my worst?

If you have to think first,

then you're not my true Love's thirst.