A vision, a beauty, an angel,

Alabaster skin as white as marble,

Temptation evaded her pure mind,

Sinful deeds seemed oh so kind.

Lust.

None were as beautiful as this kind dove,

Her heart overflowed with unconditional love.

Hatred evaded her affectionate mind,

Venomous deeds seemed oh so kind.

Truth.

She looked up at the clear blue sky,

Eyes bluer than the ocean, she’d never lie.

Evil evaded her innocent mind,

Diabolical deeds seemed oh so kind.

Sorry.

She let out a sigh and said.

Misty eyes and with lips so red.

Greed evaded her selfless mind,

Selfish deeds seemed oh so kind.

Death.

She risked her life for the sake of a friend,

Alas she came to her inevitable end.

Anger evaded her peaceful mind,

Painful words seemed oh so kind.

Goodbye.

I hear the clock ticking by,
Time seems to pass on.
Ears closed, I lie,
In the hope of a better dawn.

I look out into the dark,
Nothingness seems to go on.
Eyes closed, I embark,
In the hope of a better dawn.

I hold my breath,
Reeking of that familiarity.
Mouth open, I forget,
In the hope of a better reality.

I feel around,
Seeking what once warmed me.
Arms open, I surround
Myself with the hope of a better reality.

It is finally dawn,
But the sun has risen too early.
Mind disturbed, I fawn
Over what I couldn’t see clearly.

It has finally dawned,
Seeking no permission, the sun rises.
Body weary, I yawned,
There just weren’t any reasons.

Clarity replaces confusion,
As the light fills the emptiness.
Mind racing, I envision,
A day where the sun never sets.

Hope. Reality. Clarity.

Eyes closed,

Yet sleep evades you.

Questions posed,

Your mind’s closed too.

Feign sleep,

You lie there in hope.

Look deep, 

Rerun memories like a soap.

Hours fly,

Instances play out in your head.

People lie,

Relationships that are now dead.

Turn right,

You think of the times you were weak.

Turn left,

You feel humbled, meek.

Eyes open,

You lie there in vain.

Feeling sullen,

You close your eyes yet again.

One moment it’s here, the next a distant dream.

Things aren’t defined by what you do,

Not just by action, but inaction too.

Things aren’t always as you’d like them to be,

One moment it’s clear, the next you can barely see.

Things aren’t defined by what others say,

It can never be just black and white, but gray.

Things aren’t always how you’d imagine it to be,

One moment ideal, the next you’d give anything to flee.

Things aren’t defined by what’s to be done,

You could face it head on, you could run.

Things aren’t always why you choose to be,

The way you are, free.

Empty,

Your thoughts have escaped you.

Infinity, 

The answers you wish you knew.

Illusion,

Is it all just a show.

Delusion,

I choose to ignore what I know.

Fear,

I’m afraid and I show it.

Dear,

I love you and I hide it.

Pressure,

I’m in deep and lost.

Pleasure,

I’m in deep but there is a cost.

Feeling,

I’m only human, effusive.

Healing,

It hurts less when I’m abusive.

Time,

I have none yet lots to waste.

Lime,

Pucker up I’m not that chaste.

Strange, a strange feeling,
Your head’s reeling.
Weightless, a weight lifted,
You feel gifted.
Glee, overcome with glee,
You’re finally free.

Too many emotions,

Too much excitement,

Your heart beats,

It’s the middle of the night.

You’re set thinking,

You’re shocked, the suprise.

Your heart is racing,

It’s almost sunrise.

Did that just happen,

Or was I just dreaming.

Your heart beats fasten,

Your eyes gleaming.

The feelings rush back,

Not the pleasant ones, you fear.

Your heart stops, dead in track,

You reconsider, ponder, leer.

Things have changed,

Time has past.

Your heart’s enraged,

Your decision was cast.

Somethings are better left unsaid,

Somethings are better left unwritten,

Somethings are better left unread.

Unless you convince me, why again.

Death is a dear friend,
An undying lover, a fiend.
To some of us an inevitable end.
To others a chance to mend.
It’s always unforeseeably near,
It weighs on us, makes life dear.
But to the others who’ve proclaimed for long,
And sing this tired and weary song,
Live life to the fullest;
It’s like the Sun trying to rise in the west.
Trying to change the way we live
In the fear of what must give,
Is letting death define you,
The very paradox of what you tried to do.
Being bold, brave, reckless,
Driven by your fears, you’re anxious.
Claim to be young, wild and free,
In reality you’re running, you flee.
Youth escapes you.
Love evades you.
In your search of a fuller life,
You are filled with demons, strife.
And before you know it, you’re too far in,
It’s consumed you, your conscious feels like dirty linen.
This is where you search for your estranged lover,
You see no way out, it’s all over.
And just when you realize that there is a way,
It’s too late, Death has her say.
For the Sun always rises in the east.