grief always finds its way back

I realized you were
never coming back
for the twenty seventh time;
I held your smiles, held
them against my palm
feeling their soft ruffles
with my skin, fingering
their soft crease
I let them go again
knowing that they no
longer belonged to me:
they belong with you
and you belong to the sky
and the sky belongs to no man,
no one; and there is no one
in the sky when I look
each time I look
every time I look
no matter how hard
I look

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the world may end

in a next few seconds,
the world may end, just
like any world, which may end
at any given moment;
as it goes, I am not afraid,
for our existence is but one
single act of love and
a continuous act of loving–
and what is love
if not something undying?

Hamlet

words, words, words upon eyelids,
harsh words like a child’s innocent hand;
the unintentional malice
delicate in its God-like strength,
unleashing itself unto the wings of

a butterfly
wandered into grasping hands,
caught, halved, unhinged, unnamed,
squirming beneath

this sordid mess
what yet remained in the corners
of the tarnished soul? split
with blood unseen, truths unwhispered;
what is reality but battered
conscience, putrid spit
between treacherous teeth?

to be or not to be, that
is the question: to die, to sleep,
perchance to dream—lost!

lost, he was—trapped,
in a moment, in a daze, a heartache

City of Lost Angels


 They perch on the malleable architecture

of abducted dreams, agreeably dying, as

their faded wings tremoured against

colossal winds and unconquerable odds.

In great trepidation, they watch the phantoms of

intractable yesterdays populate

the world of what-might-have-been’s and

weep incessantly for their deliberate silence

that has now grown deeper, deep enough

to castigate their tarnished souls with

an inexplicable dark magic, but not yet

deep enough to wake them from their

own personal nightmares. They fear

to realize what they have come to realize,

and they shall never admit that fear.

They have forgotten how to choose

for themselves in their violent attempts to

choose for others. They have unlearned

their abilities to look for answers within.

Over the inane centuries of

misplaced passions and self-generated

righteousness—all properly

cleansed, modified and justified—the

Lost Angels know not who they are,

who they had once been, or who they

will become, for the Lost Angles know

just one thing and one thing only

and that is what they think they want.

 

Sunset

(Sorry guys…I tried my best…but my music player won’t go into silent mode *sob* so just click that little pause button on the ipod!! <3)

(And yep, I composed the piano part, too :D)

I tried to hold your hand last night

There was this strange light by your side

You told me not to cry

But it was useless my tears hadn’t been kind

.

And then there was wind

And then there was fire

And then sun sets in your eyes

.

I tried to hold on tight last night

There was this strange light by your side

You told me it’s okay it’s alright

But it wasn’t alright

How could I let you let by?

.

And then there was wind

And then there was fire

And then the sun sets in your eyes

.

Don’t go yet

I’m not finished with you

Don’t go just yet

It’s not the time to

Don’t go yet because I–

Because I–

Because…

.

I tried to hold your hand last night

There was this strange light by your side

You told me not to cry

You told me not to cry