galavanting

the right hand's asleep again.

prickly pain.

the last time I checked this

wasn't a game.

the doctor's asleep again.

all through the rain.

the first time I checked this

is still the same.

numb and dumb and overcome.

daunting, haunting, galavanting as something better

than it is.

buried soul

It came slowly and unexpectedly, like the lines on her face,

Aged by the sun and it's subtle embrace.

It came quickly and passionately, like those hurricane winds,

Unmoving waters 'til the terror descends.

She'll move silently and carefully, not one breath escaping,

Secrets so deadly, they'd leave them all gaping.

She'll crawl desperately and frantically, heading back to her hole,

Searching in dim light for her dead, buried soul.

blue world

it's the air that we're breathing,

in and out slowly.

it's the way that we're feeling,

faceless and lonely.

but this blue world keeps spinning, passing us by.

and of all of the questions, no one asks why.

it's the tales that we're writing,

antiquated cliches.

it's the way that we're fighting,

getting worse with the days.

but this blue world keeps spinning, swirling around.

and of all of the questions, no one asks how.

it's the sorrow we dream of,

nightmares that scream.

it's the hope of a new love,

a great rushing stream.

but this blue world keeps spinning, always so blue.

and of all of the questions, no one asks who.

who can change it? i know.

eye of her storm

Beyond the quiet vibrations of his foot tapping nervously on the floor

And the click of his chattering teeth,

Her breath is a soft whisper that drives him into a new oblivion.

Chastised by the unshed tears that cry inside her mind and outside reality,

But merciful vibrations from his foot;

They pull her into the spiraling until he becomes the eye of her storm.

The rights and the wrongs all seem to blur into a dangerous circular argument.

They're written clearly in the Bible,

The ones they like highlighted, the ones they don't covered in dust.

Beautiful truths left untold for the sake of magnificent lies; stop lying.

I don't want to hear your stories.

But no matter how many times he says it, she isn't real. She doesn't cry.