like dreams that fade upon waking
open your eyes and see the world
don’t let life slip through your fingers
smile for the tattered dreams left behind
and always keep your chin up
never let them know you’ll be dead tomorrow
yell at the sun
tell it not to shine
but it won’t listen to what we say
can you blame it?
I hold the knife
and try to remember where to make the cut
one quick slice
I scream
as the blood drips from the cut
I remember past mistakes
and lost friendships
wonder where you went
I watch
the red pool grow
as the blood drips from the cut
have I always been like this?
when did I lose my sanity?
why can’t I see what’s going on?
what’s wrong with me?
thoughts race through my mind
as the blood drips from the cut
now I wonder
why
I’ve done another stupid thing
I gasp for breath
I feel weaker
this time the mistake is fatal
as the blood drips from the cut
my blood falls to the floor
because I’ve been foolish
once again
I see your eyes, they alone tell your age
The story of your life, a book with one page
Your skin is white as pitch is black
“If you choose this there’s no going back”
Is what you say when you look at me
Can’t you tell? Like you, I want to be
I, too, want the deep scarlet wine of the vampires
To live as you do, fearing only sun and fires
Knowing I cannot die of old age or illness
I know you giving me your blood would fulfill this
My love for you is so strong still
I would drink blood, I would kill
If I had your love, I would not die
but be reborn, and tears of blood cry
some macabre demon
hunts the streets of night
he hungers for blood
the sweet wine that pours forth
from broken human flesh
the darkness is his cape
as he runs thru the shadows
he awaits his next victim
invisions enclosing her
in his fatal embrace
outside the bedroom window
he gently calls her name
she runs outside to join him
her teacher, her friend, her joy
her love, her life
her death
she is alone with a demon
but surely she can’t know
with a sharp pinprick of pain
she finds out
too late
too bad
you came into my world
just another Romeo
who would think you’d get my heart?
how was I to know?
you were always kind in nature
but I was slow to see
the hidden beauty in you
and that attracted me
and then she came
what was I to do?
you gave her your heart
just as I gave mine to you
it started off so well
just something soft and small
but then it started to grow
now I can’t handle it at all
my mind is running circles
life is just a mess
I really need to clear my head
to get rid of all this stress
somewhere in the moonlit night
I’m sitting on a star
it’s like watching from a distance
the world just seems so far
I watch the daily chaos
that some would call life
I see hurt and tears and anguish
bitterness, pain and strife
mayhap one day I’ll leave my star
and come down to visit you
for though I live someplace else
I’m still human, too
beguiling cherub, must you haunt my dreams?
you torment the shattered fragments of my mind
I know you’ll never love me the way I want, I need
as much as I love you, you’ll never be mine
my heart begs to differ, but I refuse to listen
because it’s her you love, to her are you kind
still I wonder how it might be, dreaming of you
if I could see your heart, what emotions would I find?
STOP
the ride
i want to get off
STOP
the pain
i want to go on
STOP
war
i want world peace
STOP
the stupidity
people are dying
STOP
anger
i want inner peace
STOP
destruction
i want a place to live
STOP
polution
i want a place for our children to live
STOP
hunger
children are dying
STOP
hatred
i want many friends
STOP
the cycle of violence
i want it to end
STOP
the prejudice
i want to be different
STOP
depression
i am dying
STOP
the homicide
i want to live another day
STOP
the suicide
i want you to promise me
STOP
distancing yourself
i want to be close to you
STOP
the world
i want to get off
the prettiest star
will shine no more
her heart is broken
thrown on the floor
amid her dreams
through restless nights
scores of angels
make soundless flights
to ease the pain
but it will not do
life with out love
hurts strait through
but in her soul
she still can see
lovers drawn apart
like you and me
each lives alone
most do not know why
she looks into our souls
what she sees makes her cry
remnants of a love
of a joy, once there
and it fills her with pain
and strips conscience bare
7 am
cold
wind and snow
hands curled in mittens
late late late
7:23
screaming brakes
2 tickets
warmth
7:30
overcrowded
claustrophobic
hope to get a seat
walkmans and newspapers abound
7:45
bing
cold again