Broken Heart Told Apart

When With You

When I was with you,

Their was no place I had rather been,

I just wanted what I knew,

Just him,

On a rainy and frosty day,

I wanted you all the way,

Through desperate hours of boredom,

It was just me and him,

Spending each others company,

With sparks of different epiphany,

It was my release at the end of the hour,

Your comfort had power,

To take my pain from the day- disappear,

With you in my arms so close and so near,

But what was my ultimate fear?

It was losing you,

And not knowing what to do,

If you ever left me behind alone and cold,

With your last testament told,

And you did leave me,

And let me be...

Alone and cold,

Without no one to hold,

I wish you were placed back in my arms,

But I must cope with my self being now,

Somehow...

Feel at peace,

With the part of me diseased,

I wish you were still here though,

And you did not go,

So suddenly past my fingertips,

Without grace and touch of your lips,

Just a farewell,

And oh well,

Telling me I will be okay,

And we can be friends again someday,

Just not today.

Thank you,

For letting me not know what to do,

Alone, with the light of the empty window shown.

Love that will parish to pursue.

Wondering Lonely

I see things now I did not see before,

When you walked out my door,

I see how the sun reflects the grass in the middle of the day,

And where we imprinted out bodies in the brush, we laid,

I see how the clouds move by so slowly,

Seeing how you no longer know me,

As you drift by,

Not telling me why,

The waves of the ocean hit the black sand,

With but a whisk of my hand,

And with you it was different,

Everything seemed illuminant,

Very dreamy and essentially a part of me,

Now everything is partially,

Gone and dead,

The beauty of things is not the same,

As I think of your name,

It does not seem right,

Not holding you tight,

Feeling that you and I will never again be,

Never will I see,

The grasses, and sands, and scenery,

Exactly how we saw it together,

In our own made up weather,

You took me out of my mind,

And now love and life is harder to find.

My thoughts:

When someone decides its time to part. It hurts to hear it. So much so, that everything around you seems to slow down. Nothing for a while is the same. It takes sometimes months or years to get over that person. Breaking your heart. And sometimes it takes years, or maybe that person will always stay in your memories. But it will fade, that is a promise the mind makes to your heart. Their is no lying to yourself, that it does take a deep tole on your soul. Every time you go through a heartach, it will take a part of you with it. The good thing is, sooner or later, and new thing will help fill it up. You just have to look hard for a while, and cope with being alone for a while.

Small Poem:

Time Alone

I realized that I need to be alone,

Need to be apart,

From reality,

I need just time to grieve,

To let all the memories of you leave.

Hide away, till you find me okay someday far away.

Depression Stays

Walls

These unbearable walls they held me captive,

When the grasping air of there foreclosures dig,

To the empty challenges of the benighted,

Will the shadows and eerie take in gorge with my stance,

And will the hallows and shallows prance,

Over my presence like four baring knives,

Stabbing my deep growling skies,

Telling the darkness,

That this,

This...

Is it for me,

Their is not epiphany,

No turning away from the death that succumbs,

That delicately kills in my dead desperate thumbs,

Tapping to make me sane,

From the kneeling frame,

I move to rock the silence,

Of the inference,

That conforms the demonic place,

That I know perish in grace,

Waiting to believe in unholy,

To take me,

Arms baring wrists fully.

Expose

When the echoes cinder my soul,

I will let it take tole,

Because it hurts to much to care,

To bare,

To share,

I need the tears to keep inside,

So I can ride,

With the confide,

Of the infernal incomprehensible,

So it will be impossible,

To leave my ruptured departed,

That I hurtfully started,

On the day I was born,

Since I am infinitely torn,

To feel this endless scorn,

I will feel the twilt,

That my bodies confirmation built,

And enclose,

Till my destruction will be exposed.

My thoughts:

To try to comprehend depression in a lost soul, is like trying to understand how we got here. How we exist. Depression is sometimes unable to understand. When someone, has a deep dark hole of darkness when you look in there eyes. And their is no light. They are gone from the world around them. They will never set foot on the standards of sanity. They will always drift to the nearest darkest corner they can seclude themselves in. Just too feel adapted and alive. Because they are gone within there emptiness. Depression seethes farther then anyone can confer. It is forever a mystery as to why so many die, of there own destruction's. Of there own loneliness and shadow.

Short Poem:

The times pain,

Lets the never ending,

Never refrain,

It will be always pending.

Depression kills, it never for fills.

Loves Gravity

Where

Does love ever seem to give up,
Does it have any way to speak of,
The times to hold,
To let go and be told,
That love has no boudaries,
But at last, there are,
It can fall and not come back,
Because of what one another lack,
But when will it come again,
When there is nothing much left to fend,
I am still looking,
Floating in mid air,

To find it here.

I Am Over You

Tell me do you love me?
Do you see how I do things freely,
To let you agree,
That I am not me,
What will that be,
Soemthing hard to conceive,
My mind and body is hurting inside,
To see you hide,
From lonely me,
You make me see,
That I have nothing to offer,
Or concur,
That you had enough to look at,
Now I have no idea where our love travels at.
My thoughts:

When love falls down, will it go up again. I believe when a love falls down. It will stay down. No gravity or pull can bring it back to life, like how it was before. It will be forever hard to grasp that again.
If love was gravity, then then we would all be stuck to the ground.
Short poem:

Floating

I am free like a bird,
Hanging at your every word,
Waiting to see whats next,
Since there is nothing left.

When we start to feel ourselves again, love will start then.

Finding Your Art

Wanting it Gray


Where must I prevail to seek,
To render my senses weak,
I will scounder in all dark places first,
Finding what I crave, what I thirst,
Something that will pop and burst,
In spiracle poses,
It will find me in the garments of closes,
The mind will close in my deliberating time,
And the thing I thus triumphant find,
Will be to me but a morsel,
Yet to see, yet to be blind,
It is then I will say,
The skies please pour, please turn gray.




My Mind Set Forth


The little toe movements of my walks,
I will find the witches round rules of chalks,
I want to see the dances of war,
Come with me as I stravel to the floor,
Come with me in a time prevail,
Well in bind with the time of grail,
The chain will unlock my searching,
For more of this lurking,
I will pail into one,
And let all the set forth be done,
Will you take by hand,
The endless ranting sand,
Of breezes worth breathing.




My thoughts:

I like to think that inspirations for writing and photography come from one's exploritation. If one is set forth to find particular revenue in something, maybe you would find it. I like to just let it come to me, and then search and ponder.

If you were to not search and speak, what will become of you? Where will our best artists demise to?



Short Poem:


Wonder

I need more proof,
That this room you found,
Is the essence where I ground.


Finding art maybe harder to pick apart.

The Air We Breathe

Scratching Forest

When the bark I scratch as I pass,

Will the light from the day last,

The loomed light of dark fails in the branches,

The abstract corners of my cob web eyes ranches,

It zooms in on all the prevailed obscurity,
The deformity,

The ilumity,

It postures out like limber on the pond,

Just do be blood black blond,

It will capture me to the test,

And I will sit and remember the rest,

The cold frigid air will remain on my breast,

And believe the believing,

Of the leaves leaving,

Down on my face,

Like black and burgandy lace,

Coward in the forest place.

This Spot

Remaining in this one little spot,

Tell me what I have not yet taught,
To tone liar is this erosion in the exposed,
The beauty of outside whithered and rose,
It's like I need to keep my thought here,
Just so I can feel safe,
In the waves of pine,
As my body blusters combine,
In the ryhme of bliss,
I will feel at miss,
If I can not feel the winds plaster me a kiss,
Yellow and blue all I see,
Let me stay, let me be.

My thoughts:

Nature is everywhere..I am sure you know. But we feel it even when we are not outside. We feel it as we breath the sight from outside the window. We feel the pain of the tree cutting down miles away. Just as we feel afraid. Nature consumes our being, nature is our seeing. To live in a forest, is like living in your bodies sanctuary.

Short Poem:

Still

The still,

I feel,

I will,

The bless the still.

Breath your last breath, till there is nothing left.

Never Stop

Stop Go

The slow we know, the faster we show,

We let all the succumb bleed into one,

Let the drips fall flood in a cup,

Every time we move, we don't know how to stop,

Make the tic toc stop,

Make the moving crop,

To nothing but what we think,

When we live in the ultimate sink,

We let ourselves brink in the madness,

Of the constant moving sadness,

Our time is running out,

Without,

A moment to reminisce,

Without a love to kiss,

We keep on going,

And we keep on flowing,

Like a waterfall to let the ambiance drawl,

It will never slow,

Because we never stop to go.

Time To Die

May the time we spent trying to work,

Trying to make things quirk,

It dies down at the end of the run,

So much madness, we have no time for fun,

When will our destined be done,

Because the more we prevail,

The more our lives sail,

We can't let our bodies slow,

Because we are oblivious on how to know,

We let everything rush by,

It's like we are a blind fly,

We live in a battle of erosion,

Always rushing,

Till where we have not time to say goodbye,

And all we have time for, is to die.

My thoughts:

An empty time continuum keeps to everyone. In every ones life, whether we are sitting at home doing nothing, or busy at work. Time is passing is by quickly then we imagine. Everything that we do has already happened. We sometimes take for granted the time we do have. We do not use it properly or we do not comprehend it properly. If we were to count how many times we have just sat, and watched a screen, we would have traveled from that couch to the end of the world already.

Short Poem:

Slip

A love comes by,

And you ask why,

You let it go,

Slipping out though the window.

Don't waste your time, or else you'll have no more to find.