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September 11, 2010

I trusted you when you said that I’d never lose you.
I trusted you when you said that I meant something to you.
I loved you for who you were.
I loved you for who you are.
I don’t know what I did wrong.
I don’t know what I can do to fix it.
But I do know that it kills me to live like this.
And I do know that It will destroy me.

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Rotten

August 31, 2010

And so another branch falls
Rotten from the inside out

The tree stands tall and proud
Yet deep inside it is almost dead

Roots wither underneath
The carpet of decaying leaves

When will it topple?
When will it fall?
When it does will anyone care?

Feast

August 28, 2010

Death beats inside,
Knocking on the door,
Waiting to be released.

Sadness is his only friend,
Sitting by the cold and ashen hearth,
That once contained my inner fire.

Together they drink a bitter liquid,
From a dark and twisted bottle,
The last that is left of my spirit.

And so they dine,
Drinking wine,
In the crumbling shack,
That is my mind.

The gloom is lit,
Shadows feebly pushed,
By a lantern called desire.

And the shack is held,
By nails and planks,
Bound purely by craftsman’s love.

The cold is barely kept,
By the failing flame,
That consumes my sanity.

And so they dine,
Drinking wine,
In the crumbling shack,
That is my mind.

No Matter

August 28, 2010

No matter what I do,
I still love you.

No matter how hard i try,
I still love you.

No matter how many people want me,
I still love you.

No matter what I do,
I still love you.

I give you space,
But it only makes my heart ache.
A keen sense of lonliness builds
Until I can’t bear but to say something.

The overflow of emotion
Is my gravity,
Pulling me down,
Tying me to the ground.

And the overflow of emotion
Pours from me
Like the flooding waters
Of a broken dam.

And like that dam
My heart, too,
Is broken.

I know that I will love again;
It is my weakness,
My pride,
My sin.

Again I will find
Someone to hold,
Someone to Care for
And cherish.

But for all the love that I will give,
A part of me will remain yours
As it has been for so long.
I will still love you.
No matter what I do.

Striving

July 13, 2010

Every night I walk home
I find myself looking at the stars

And like them
I feel that you will never be mine alone

But like the stars
I will never stop trying

Like my grasping hand
I will never stop striving for you

For you

July 12, 2010

If there were ever anyone to make me happy
It would be you
If there were anyone to make me smile
It would be you

If tears were to roll down my cheeks
Or pain were to break my heart
It would be because of you

It’s all for you
You make my world turn

Ghost

May 7, 2010

I hear the voices now, the chilling cries of those who have suffered the same fate.

But they don’t scare me, they don’t even unnerve.

I am bound to what is to come not by fate or destiny, but by love.

I can’t let go not knowing what to do, not knowing if you’re safe.

You were my everything for so long, I can’t help but care.

And now that you’re gone I still cling to that shadow of emotion.

Because I have nothing else, I have no will any more.

I am powerless to live my life.

I am a ghost, doomed to haunt those that come with my mourning cries.

Cycle

April 13, 2010

Dawn rises, dark night fleeing before the crowning sun. Deep greens bleed into the blackness that was once outside his window. A lone cockatoo screeches as it wakes.

He try to rise, but he knows that there is no reason. The room is a mess, he should really turn off the lights. He needs to eat, but the effort seems immense.

The quiet rumbling of the far-off highway starts to fill the air. The pristine silence retreats to dark corners to sulk until night falls again.

He rubs his eyes, hands catching on stubble. He should shave, go look for a job. Maybe tomorrow, when he’s more organised.

Clouds form overhead, towering ramparts glistening white against the sapphire sky. The sun is a glowing orb of fire high above the earth now, blackbirds cower under low shrubs to wait out the heat.

He sits inside musing on his life. Should I message her? Will she want to see me? His head is churning with unnecessary worries.

The sun sinks toward the horizon yet again, showering golden rays over the landscape. For a brief while the city glows with a radiance envied by painters worldwide.

He sits indoors, he should really go outside and get some air. Maybe take some photos. But the camera batteries aren’t charged. He lets the moment pass and goes back to his computer.

Darkness falls once again on the world, birds roost in the trees and flowers close to the cool night air. The streets go to sleep as people turn their lights off for the night.

He sits in the same place as he did many hours ago. He has barely moved for days. His worries have not progressed. He still wonders where he can get a job. And as tears silently roll down my cheeks, I think to myself; does she truly love me? Will she take me back?

In memorium

March 22, 2010

For those who have loved and lost, in memorium of those who are lost and were loved.

The grief.
The sadness.
The utter despair.
That you leave behind, now you’re not there.

It’s clear that you were the stuff of ledgends;
the healers, the prophets,
the warriors and kings.

And with your passing the world will darken,
for all those around you loved you.
You were the inspiration behind hopes and dreams.
You will be sorely missed.

Devotion

March 14, 2010

Just for all my American friends out there, I’ll write this one on the right-hand side of the page…

They all said I was crazy; the things I wished to do…

To take the stars down from the skies,

The wind from ‘neath the trees.

The hum right out of humming birds,

And steal gracefulness with ease…

But I said I wanted starlight,

I’d like a little breeze.

I like gentle, quiet music,

To sway to like the seas.

So I went al little mental,

And traveled on my own.

To fetch for me these little things,

And bring them right back home.

But voyaging alone like this,

I came to see the truth.

When you said: ‘Don’t go, I love you’

I should have taken it for sooth.

So I turned around to come to you,

With nothing in my hands.

No exotic gifts or presents,

From exciting, foreign lands.

The truth I see now, clear as day,

And I should have from the start.

Of all those things I was searching for;

You’re the work of art.

You have starlight in your eyes,

And wind blows in your hair.

Your laughter is a bird’s sweet call,

And gracefulness is there.

You are my devotion, my religion,

My thoughts and my desires.

You are the fuel that keeps me going,

And feeds my inner fires.