One

Candles sinking. Time

passes by the red oak trees

shadow. Time to breathe.

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Feeling

Entry 2

 

There’s pain from falling in love

and pain when remembering too.

There are times I wish for pain so

I can feel closer to you.

 

Feeling

Entry 1

 

Found friends to love

and a life to drown in.

I’m not scared to feel.

I’m scared of nothing.

Remember…

“If you can dream it, you can do it.”

-Walt Disney

Ripples

a grey stone skips cross

the lake causes ripples of

what was, what can be

My Punishment

dying inside you’re

devouring this heart, crunching

fat, muscle and bone

Time

ticking human clocks

faded footprints cover earth

look-a sky of graves

All

Burned at my edges

Leaking life from time, just patch

me up, call me fine

Be Happy

“I wish as well as everybody else to be perfectly happy; but, like everybody else it must be in my own way.”

                                                                             -Jane Austen(Sense and Sensibility)

My Door

I’d open that door, but I’m scared.

You see, that is no ordinary door. It’s my door.

Gold and silver wrapped around each other like vines, but no thorns.

There are enough on the other side. I hope they don’t nick you.

There’s a lot I hope doesn’t hurt you.

You see, my door may look beautiful and bright, but what it opens to is an

anomalous world.

 

Will that frighten you? You, who thinks they know everything about my door.

Where it came from, How it was made, What it leads to…

But what if you were wrong? What if everything you thought was wrong?

Would you still appreciate the door, my door?

You may be wrong, but there is no need for distance. My intentions were not of

deceit, I promise you. The door, my door is still the same one you looked upon

all those years ago. It’s just changed.

 

I’ve changed and where you thought it led was a dream of your own making.

Now, I wish you to see, but will you promise me something?

Once you open my door, walk all the way through and do not close it.

Promise me.

Promise me, for I fear it may not open again.

There are things that frighten even me about my door.

It’s of my creation and That is what I fear most.