Lost in Time

Grains of sand drifting

through azure waves steals your scream.

Sunset; end of day.

From Here

Lost myself in all of you.

Every touch and you’re taking parts of me I’ve been remaking.

I was down in myself, no way in or out.

Then I met you and you turned me out.

Good lovin gave me no reason to doubt.

It was good for a while but then I found out.

Only building me up to be knocking me out.

How could this love give me reason to shout.

I need some savin I’m crying out.

I’m crying out.

Halloween Part 1

On the cold night of October 31st, I wore an eye patch. I don’t remember how old I was this specific Halloween, but I remember the sensation of wearing an eye patch, only seeing out of one eye. Holding my sister’s hand, we made our way across the neighborhood in search of candy. As a child you have no sense of fear, at least not until it’s right in your face.

I had no fear until the warmth of my sister’s hand disappeared and I was left alone standing between a group of older children. I know now that I shouldn’t have been as afraid as I was. I had gotten separated from my mom, dad and sister before. But if you’ve ever worn an eye patch it dulls one sense and you become aware of the others. I could hear the laughter of children down the street, the skipping of feet and haughty laughs of plastic demons. False demons never seemed more frightening.

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.

Dreams

there are dreams you keep

dreams you lose, but please hold on

to what makes you, you

I Think It’s Called Help

I’m so lost in my own mind

Traversing this maze in my time

Can’t you see? No, you’re so blind

Tried calling for help, there’s a line

 

Help. Is this what you call it?

Can I get a little bit?

Does it come in a first aid kit?

Wouldn’t know, never asked for it

 

Gimme a chance, let me try

I can’t promise I won’t cry

But I need this relief, no lie

Running for years, it’s do or die

 

Been short of breath for years

In dark corners shedding my tears

Promised myself I’d never succumb to my fears

So now I’m gonna get my blue skies clear

 

 

Just Go With The Flow

A few thoughts I put into words that don’t really have any form.

Constant motion

We see their lights but death already touched their souls

Pressure builds

Muscles tight

We feel our life flowing to no end–everything ends.

Smarting moments

The tide ebbs and flows

We drift in time with nowhere to go, we’re lost. Please find me.