Ghosts...

And as always, innocent like roller coasters. Fatality is like ghosts in snow and you have no idea what you're up against
because I've seen what they look like. Becoming perfect as if they were sterling silver chainsaws going cascading......

She Turns To Stone

She holds her heart in her left pocket, in pieces it remains, safely locked away. All she knows, is all she has, the rest has yet to come. She wonders, she regrets, yet don't we all? She pushes her mind away to keep it from losing itself. It's broken but it's still ticking. Like an old clock, never wanting to die...except on some days when it's just to hard to move. Her imagination flies, all alone, she turns to stone, while others begin to see; she's not the same as me. I'm still me. Just a smarter, stronger, me.

Before my vocabulary runs clear, let me just say, that I love you. I don't know you, but I do love you. In the many forms of love I know the difference of how each feels. Yet, no one believes me; Oh! She's naive! Let them think what they will. My pre-calculated charm will soon run low.

I planned to pick for you a rose, but now I just pass them all by, trying not to look. Would your gaze find horror at the thoughts that I've become? Would you still see the same little girl you've always loved? Or would you see what they all see; a cold-hearted fool, wandering aimlessly. I'm not aimless. I just don't know where I'm aiming yet. I'm still practicing. So, this is as close as I'll ever get; for you I'll kiss each rose I see and keep wishing I could give it to you, as you shine down upon me in daylight, and sparkle with me in the night. I miss you. I always will. And I'm sorry we never had that picnic. Next time I won't wait so long.....next time.

Do me a favor, don't let this moment pass.

Romeo and Not So Juliet

What is Romeo never fought for Juliet? Just left her waiting on the balcony, wishing upon the midnight stars. Would love still have the same meaning? Would fairy tales still be the same in the eyes of all the worlds little princesses? Left in the cold, where Juliet spent each night crying over what could have been. Or would she rage in anger of what she wasted? Maybe she wouldn't even mind, like a dream, just passed her by.

What is Cinderella never went to the ball? Never wished upon those same midnight stars? Who really thought a star could grant a wish anyway? They just shine in the velvet, holding the lonely as the weep for freedom. A star is just a friend. So you're never really alone. Do you wish upon your friends? Sounds kind of odd now, doesn't it?

What is Romeo never loved Juliet? She'd feel an awful lot like I do. Bitter and wondering if it'll ever feel the same.

Random thoughts for the day

Bruised and broken, fallen and falling. Keep an ear open for the song of the desperate. It's soft and sweet, it'll get you every time. With a tear in your eye, you'll forget and walk by, wave a hand and say goodnight, with the moon by your side.

Speak without a reference, and feel acceptance. A lost lesson that no one seems to remember. Keep pace, and learn to fall back. Relax, and you'll see how hard you can work it out. Smile, and feel the way it should be. Honest and gentle. Bright and shinning. Keep an eye open for a sign of something beautiful.

She's A Perfect Lie

She dances like the sweetest melody
She burns like a bitter tragedy
Keeps you fooled with honest eyes
Among the shadows of the deepest lies
But you cry
And won't deny
Her love is your lullaby

A dream, awake, can't quite make
In perfect bliss your hands start to shake
Watching her move, her every gliding move
The moon and you
Watching her voice capture you
But you cry
And you won't deny
You life is in her eyes

Lust, not quite, love, not close
But her heart is what you long for most
By her side, it all seems alright
As the days begin to blend with the nights
But you cry
Every time
You can't deny
She's just a lie

11:12

Let's take a second to write the advise of where the wind blows. Let it tell it's secrets. Know just when to speak, know when to admit defeat, and know when to rage in victory. Know a smile when it makes one, know a tear when it catches one. We'd all be a little more sane if we thought the same. But we all tell a different story, a different name, face, place, curse, blessing, different confusions, but the wind always knows. Just when to carry you home.

I remember laying on my back staring at the bright blue of the day, the wind spoke my name, kept my fears away. It scattered tiny leaves all over the picnic table, blew smoke in every direction, to keep a distraction. It's like it know if I stopped to think, I'd lose my mind. It was funny how every day that week was the same; bright, sunny, never rain, always the wind to speak my name. It was cold. But welcomed chills caused much needed hugs, more needs for love. More excuses to where a hat that, to me, held all my memories.

I remember that night. As I lay with my mother, brushing her hair as she faded to sleep, finally. It was ever so peaceful. Though that day was when we lost an angel, the air was so peaceful. Perfect, one might say. The wind kept the sorrow away. But when it rained, it was a different day. Like all of heaven cried with us. Though that would comfort some, I'd really wished she wouldn't cry. As I'm sure she wished we wouldn't cry. Maybe I should listen to the wind again, find my way back home. Maybe it can carry her voice to me, though I know; She's never coming home. The clock on the wall has been stuck at 7:30 for years, as I stare to wait to match my tears, just one tick. One click, and life can move one. But that wind doesn't hold me anymore.

But it can't reach my when I'm hiding. I'll meet you again, my friend, as Autumn sets in. For the third time. Without my friend. I'll make it more. I'll see 7:31.

I'll be just fine. With my hat, my sunglasses, my hoodie, my piano, and the wind. That's all I need.

But that piano is another story...another day.

I'm Just A Ghost

I watched the smoke dancing, twisting around the air. Perfect picture of a tradgic end. It'll fade away, like a ghost in snow. Never seen, never heard, felt and wisked away. I beautiful dance, no one sees, but it's practiced daily. I wish I could move so eliquently, in sweet mourning or a rainy day. But, alas, I sit and watch the smoke, flying away from me, where I should be; Flying away from me.

I'll swollow my love, try hard not to speak, as I walk away from all the sadness I've spent so much time building. So much effort, and I'll just walk away. A morning I've waited for, a mourning I've longed for. Never have I ever wanted to cry as I left all I've known, but I'm ready now. To be a ghost. To vanish into the wind, after one last, beautiful dance, to leave everyone with a lovely memory. A memory of me, the way I used to be. Not this blackhole I have become.

She's got a smile that lights up my world, and I'll give anything, everything, just to hold her. She's got a voice that sings the perfect song, my song, one I've longed to hear. She's got a heart of gold, intentions bold, opinions known. She's strong and knows when to cry, knows when to let go, knows when to hold on. She's my life. And I'm reaching out, to hold nothing in my hands.

Memories

I'll wrap these sheets in plastic

Keep them safe, it may be drastic

But the sent of you still lays there

With all my memories, still stays there

I'll keep them in this tight locked box

And never forget, so maybe they forgot

I hold you close, upon my chest

Wherever now that you may rest

I'll place this box upon a shelf

Far away, too close to myself

No one sees, no one remembers

But I can always feel her