Shattered

Nothing in this life worth fighting for is easy.
And the things that are what we want,
What we fight so hard to get,
Are often those things that hurt us the most.

Not knowing aything is wrong,
In order to fix it before it shatters in your palms
Grasped too tight between feble hands
crashing to the floor with your blood upon its reflection

Ripping out part of our will,
Our sense of reason, our strength to fight.
Even if we are only fighting to get up,
To rise from our bed of needles.
The blood upon the floor,
The ache that is in our chest,
The name that is etched on our heart
The time that can not be reset

The loss of something dear
Something worth the fight
Something that is lost now
the thought of brings on fright....

The Lonely

Nights like this, the lonely is here
The lonely stalks, walks and moves with me

Slowly at first, creeping, sneaking
Wanting more, craving more.

Like fire seeking oxygen
Like moths to flames

Slowly circling
Then closer and faster

The lonely seeks me, for I heed its call
I hear it from within, calling me,
breathing down my neck

It's warm breath sliding under my skin
It's sirens song singing me to succumb

Convincing me to give up what I have
what I've worked hard for,
To have what I've desired for so long.

and within that moment the lonely has it's way
I fall slowly into it's embrace

and with that the lonely is gone....

Hollywood

Hollywood Romance has ruined life for me. No toilet breaks, no weird bodily sounds (except in the comedies). No child bursting through the door during a sex scene. No weird moments, no awkward silences, especially no fanny farts. It’s all action, no ball busting. Swinging into the fray, rescuing the damsel in distress, and that perfect ending.

For me, I’ve had my head buried into the sand for so much of my, albeit short, life. I’ve learnt so much about romance and heroism from books and movies and television that real life just doesn’t add up. It doesn’t feel the same. It doesn’t have that spark, that ignition point.

Well actually thinking about it, life does have sparks, moments of flame and fire burning so bright that it makes the rest of your life pale in comparison.

Moments that burst with passion and desire, and moments that contain pain and betrayal.

Some moments are like falling, you can feel it happening, but you think you can’t do anything to stop that sudden drop, that sinking feeling, with the knowledge that you’ll soon crash. Knowing you have to just pick up the pieces and keep going. Sometimes knowing that some pieces won’t be saved. Whether it be your dignity, your pride or friendships, or even relationships.

Sometimes all we need is a little hope, a little bit of Hollywood, to help us know we aren’t alone. That others suffer heartache, pain, and loss, and that given time, things will turn around and we’ll see that happy ending approaching the end of our troubles. And the credits rolling down the screen give us a moment to remember that Hollywood isn’t real.

Earth bound

And when the skys go dull and dark,
my mind a wandering earth bound lark,
dreams of skys it used to fly,
now confined to dirt to lie,
Sleepless night come envelope me,
in the darkness none can see
what is hidden from the light
sensual passion, christianities plight,
sweet with kisses , soft to touch
though never seems to linger much,
Craving high and craving desire,
like wood upon a funeral pire,
lost in sensory overload
till mine is lost as it explodes.
taken from the world it lives
to the stars and sun it gives.
Perfect moments, memories
pass too quickly; falling leaves.
Sweet kisses that die and fade
rare memories that once were made
in the late hours of nights embrace
safe beneath the sheets of lace
burn burn till all aflame,
burn burn till ashes remain,
then all alone she is again
then alone she will remian,
And so the blackened sheets they bear
witness to the acts of 'were'
changing forces changing shape
back to one whose wings won't take
it's burden to the skys to fly
confined to dirt to live and lie

taken freedom, earth bound soul
trapped to lead a half lived life