26/5/2015

Picture this,

In your head,

Every detail,

Of right now,

Because I promise you,

When we're old and grey,

When we're weak, and forgetful,

Everything,

I've ever wanted,

Everything,

I've ever asked for,

And to that moment then,

Everything I've lived for,

Is right now,

In this picture,

Remember it,

This is the picture of happiness,

This is a picture of you and me. 

Scribble.

Hold my hands,

And make it stop,

Stop these scribbles,

Stop these scratches,

Hold my hands,

And make it stop,

I'm writing words,

For all of you,

And they sound,

Like nothing before,

They scare, the life in me,

Stop my hands,

Tonight, 

Just hold them,

I can't stop writing,

In your memories. 

Hold my hands,

And when you do,

Hold them together,

These wild creatures,

That've learned to live,

With a mind of their own,

They betray me,

And make me break,

All my promises,

Of the never agains,

All my vows,

To stop these scratches,

Hold my hands,

They're scribbling my blood,

On my veins and on my soul,

They're imprinting,

Tonight,

Just hold them,

They can't stop writing,

In your absence. 

How Can I?

How can I walk,

In a straight line,

How can I stop,

Losing out my mind.

How can I breathe,

When you take it away,

How can I speak,

When I've no words to say...

Tell me how, can I stop,

And how can I not,

Thinking, thinking about you.

How can I love,

With all of me,

How can I live,

With only me,

When all my memories,

And all my moments,

They're only you,

They're just you. 

Tell me how can I stand,

And why do I fall,

In love, in love with you. 

Leave.

Leave, they said,

And in their eyes,

They wrote pages for me,

Books and libraries,

They wrote guilt for me,

They wrote for me reasons,

Leave, they said,

And in their whispers,

They spoke to me of tomorrow,

They drew,

And in pictures, they drew tomorrow,

And for my eyes,

They colored ever page in black,

For me, they covered every window,

In pages, and pictures,

Of tomorrow and reasons,

Leave, they said,

And all I heart,

Was my heart.

Whispering,

Drawing,

Sketching,

Echoing,

Singing,

Dancing,

Laughing,

Smiling,

And jiving,

At every sight of you,

My heart spoke to me,

It showed me,

Of colors that made you,

Of words, never written before,

Words that made you,

My heart,

Blinded my eyes,

And just kept on,

Loving you. 

Homeless.

They said, home was a feeling,

They said this,

Not knowing what home is,

They said this,

In the arms of their mothers,

In the shelter of their fathers,

They said,

Home was a feeling,

Not know what home is,

They spoke for the millions,

Who stood, unable to feel,

Who stood, placeless,

Baseless, faceless and homeless,

They said this,

For those, who've forgotten,

How to feel, and how to live,

For those, who've forgotten,

What is home. 

They said, home was a feeling,

They said this,

Never having felt,

Never having dreamt,

Not knowing of love,

They spoke for the millions,

That live in nothingness,

That feel nothing,

And they spoke for those,

The ones that cried,

In a place called home,

For the ones that weeped,

When it felt like home. 

Chutzpah.

Faces, resembling faces,

Lies and graditude,

How they look the same,

With shadows merged together,

And no eye can say,

No touch can feel,

The lies,

No hold can feel,

The graditude,

Do you listen to the heart?

The heart of a liar,

And the heart filled with gratitude,

For the million faces,

Under the single sun,

A shadow may have,

A million faces,

And a million reasons,

But do you listen to the heart?

Do you sing?

When you're lost,

And in the millions of faces,

That caress your shadows,

But never you,

Never you, and who you are,

Millions of faces caress your shadows,

The ones in the moment,

The ones merged together,

Of the liar in you,

Of the fighter in you,

In the moment of loss,

The million faces, caress the faces of you,

But do you sing?

When you're you,

With the one,

Who listens to your heart. 

Moon.

Of all the things in the world,

Of swords and monsters,

Of fire and ice,

Loss of words,

And hopelessness,

A broken heart,

Or unheard confessions,

Of all the things in the world,

From your heartbeats,

To my drumrolls,

I've only ever lost myself,

To the sunrise,

I've only ever lost myself,

When I lost the moon. 

Of every sight I've seen,

Of all the colors in your eyes.

Of all the words you make me picture,

Of myself, falling into the sky,

Into nothingness,

Gliding with the clouds,

From where I was,

To where I've been,

I've only ever truly loved,

The shine in the night,

I've only truly lost myself,

To the beauty,

Of the moonlight. 

Million clocks.

Ticks of a millions clock,

They all went together,

I stood here,

And I waited,

Tick after tock,

I counted my heart,

And every crisp sound,

Like the turning of a leave,

Turning stones,

I,

Just to see,

I closed my eyes,

Just to see you,

Where I've been waiting,

At every crisp sound,

I opened my eyes,

To never find you,

Tick after tock,

I counted my heart,

But you never came,

Like summer rain,

You never came. 

Million clocks.

Ticks of a millions clock,

They all went together,

I stood here,

And I waited,

Tick after tock,

I counted my heart,

And every crisp sound,

Like the turning of a leave,

Turning stones,

I,

Just to see,

I closed my eyes,

Just to see you,

Where I've been waiting,

At every crisp sound,

I opened my eyes,

To never find you,

Tick after tock,

I counted my heart,

But you never came,

Like summer rain,

You never came. 

Untold vision.

I could swear the last thing I did was close my eyes, but here I was again,

I remember this place, I told myself as I felt the scratched, soaked trunk of a tree, I rubbed my palm across its scratches, as if recalling a battle within.

Rain drops sliding from the leaves made the only noise, and every step I took made a soft yet crispy breaking noise. 

And my hawk like eyes searched every corner, if there were any, to this endless darkness.

I remember this place, I told myself again, as I breathed in the scent of damp wood, seeped in the little moonlight and remembered this very breeze tickle the hair at the back of my neck,

"Is it you again?" I screamed, and heard myself echo. 

"I'm ready! Take me with you!" I demanded, fearful, yet certain.

And it was then, I saw myself, a much stronger, more mature, powerful vision of me, staring at me with horrific eyes and an emotionless face. 

Don't be scared, I told myself.

"How can you not be scared of who you are?" He replied, in a hoarse voice, a hoarse voice, that woke me up in cold sweat demanding to go back. 

I needed answers. 

Try and cry.

Sometimes I squint my eyes,

I try and cry,

To stop this trembling jaw,

This aching heart,

I find eyes,

Sincere and soft,

To read and discover,

I find corner of blood,

And walls of scratches,

To try and cry,

I squint my eyes,

And these eyes of millions,

Here and there,

Wherever I am,

Stop me from being me,

These eyes of millions,

Stop me from crying,

Stop me from being me. 

Moonlit.

It was then,

And it was there,

When I closed my eyes,

And visions of me,

Outside my body,

My soul how it glides,

Flirts with these clouds,

Settles for the moon,

In nights like these,

When I'm easily forgotten,

I jive on my own,

And I glide out,

Of myself,

My soul,

It loves and laughs,

Without me,

My soul finds happiness,

In the light of the moon.

When I was you.

I'm giving you my word,

I'm giving you my past,

I've seen you,

Being me,

I've seen myself,

In you and where you are,

I have been,

With the same heartbeats,

At all the same places,

Pulses that make you cry at night,

I've seen it all,

And felt myself torn,

Just like you right now,

I've been broken too,

And I stand here,

Give me your hand,

Let me tell you,

There is love for you,

Give me your hand.

Let me love you,

Like no one loved me,

When I was you.