Blank.I feel as if I should be doing something,
as opposed to staring blankly at this screen.
The insects crawl busily among the dead leaves.
The plants turns their leaves desperately towards the sun.
Nature clutches fervently at the strings of life,
Trying not to slip from its clutches.
As I sit here and stare blankly at this screen.
Oh, the ironyThe blood is draining from my fingertips,
And trickling down my arm,
My hand is drifting into numbness,
Because it was held too long above my heart.
I can no longer feel my watch,
That is clinging to my wrist,
Hands and face
Counting the second until the pins and needles come.
Maybe there's an irony,
That it was the hand you held,
That the unfeeling emotion came before
My heart ripped itself in two and bled itself dry.
Key To My Heart....See this?
I wonder if you can tell me what it is.
I've been holding onto it for all my life,
Squeezing with all my might,
Afraid to let go.
If you name it you can borrow it.
The problem with it is, it belongs to no-one,
It wanders of its own accord,
Regardless of the abuse it finds.
And by the way,
Guesses don't count.
JadeJade brought the daybreak,
Jade brought her pain,
Jade brought him joy
By descrying their aspects.
Jade brings the sunshine,
Jade heals the tears,
Jade brings the laughter
By whispering his name.
She will bring the night
So we can sleep.
She will bring the stars
To guide us in the dark.
She will make the moon
especially for us.
So that we can see the truth,
when the night is unruly,
and the stars all lose their way.
Wishes...I scream for what I don't have,
For the skin I can't touch,
The eyes I can't look through,
The lips I don't speak with.
I weep for what I don't want,
For the scars forced upon me,
The uneven curves I support,
The uninvited freckles and hairs.
I see every imperfection
And yet you don't seem to care.
I wait for the day when
Like me you notice all that's wrong.
For the day you realise
I don't deserve your love-
For the day you realise that your love should be reserved and conditional.
I smile for what you have,
For the skin you let me feel,
The eyes you let me stare at,
The lips you let me caress.
I laugh for what you gave me,
For the scars you let me kiss,
For the shape you let me hug,
The marks that make you perfection...
Past mistakes.Please, just let me start again,
Just let me go back and correct the words I said,
Let me return to the place where you still loved me
When our hearts were not torn, and black, and twisted.
Please, just let me start that sentence again,
Go back to when this war was not so imminent,
When verses still stayed inside the songs, and plans worked,
Please, take me back to when the world belonged to us.
Please, just let me start this conversation again,
This messed up, misshapen, jumble of words, to you.
I am not entirely sure when my mistake was made
But my absent minded talk must have hit a nerve.
But please, no matter what you want to know. I beg
you, for my sake, forget everything I just said.