Wave

I stop as a ringing noise screeches inside my head;
I put my hands on my ears to close them.
It doesn't work and I close my eyes in pain,
putting my elbows at my desk.
I manage to squeeze out a tear and it rolls down my cheek.
I wipe it and the ringing goes down softer but lingers.
It dances on my mind and it plays chords with all the other sounds.
Makes me wonder when I'll be listening to the angels.
The sound of their wings and the wind;
the singing and the choirs in my mind aren't ready yet.
I anticipate the spirit and I make a signal with my hand inviting it to come I wave.

Black and Smoke

Standing by an open window
I heard the singing of the great river
It was a new voice I recognized as my own

A memory of when I found you in the green forest
I broke through rough pines and walked through the stones in clear water
Thought you were a traveler too

We were under different obligations that couldn't be met
You took my apples so I settled with a pear

That angered me so fires burnt your bones and your blood painted the rivers black
the smoke arose into the noses of angels in the clouds
your essence cracked like the sound of whips

Mirage of Life

It's been so long since those times, when you were still in my solemn life, where you kept me company through the harshness of the breaking winter wind. I can argue that my life felt even more crystal clear and with a brighter future than the reflection of the sun on the ocean while sitting on the horizon. But, all that changed when you left me that day in the beach that soon turned into desert. While I felt the scorching heat hit my skin I missed you more than the water I held a dying thirst for and I kept telling myself that with a sight of your perfect eyes I'd quench my thirst and rehabilitate my health once again.. I thought I was lost as I wondered through the thousand grains of sand and the wind of despair beat me back with cutting blades of rocks and sand. I mourned over my dying body until I saw a miraculous oasis waiting for me simply requesting me to imbibe myself in the sweet smelling fresh water I could already imagine tasting. I began to take faster steps and surprisingly found myself in all this confusion running towards such miracle. There, from a considerable distance I saw a figure next to the oasis of life and survival. I saw you, after all the time you had abandoned me,and I had grown in hatred of you in my journey but now my emotions were changed. I didn't care anymore but as I got closer everything became began to fade away with the wind. I could see it and I could smell it and I dived to save the image from going away. Sadly it wasn't real... and I had to no way to make what I had seen real. What the oasis had become was nothing but an empty grave only missing me. In the middle of this fruitless desert the arid land called my life was the setting for my end after you over-harvested everything that held my fertile nature and created everything into inane thoughts of this twisted world that won't piece up together and only classify me as schizophrenic.

Deviant Art Picture by:
Snow Myth

Hell and Her Book

I walk with a light limp.. my foot hurts.. I've injured it while running today.
Early while the cool October wind blew in my face.
I walk and the classroom is empty.. nothing really there for me.
I walk right on ahead though the bright lights shinning of my glasses hurt my eyes. I ignore the slight pain though and I notice that as I'm walking I can't help but stare down at the ground. The pain in my foot distracts me more than the light. Usually I'd try to close my eyes a little more to prevent light to break inside. I seem to not care.. and the stress is bothering me.. back inside my mind.. I keep thinking about every morning how I wake up and wash my face. Then I look in the mirror and wash my hair a little bit... then I look at my hands and it makes me sad when I see that I'm losing a lot of hair. I pretend its not true though and I shave. Now, I'm inside this classroom now and I see shelves of books and as I'm walking down I notice a certain book. Inferno by Dante. Then I remember her... "Melissa.." I whisper to myself softly. I wonder if she ever gets to die will I still love her enough to go to hell and get her back? "No" a voice in my head tells me and I seem to agree. Such a beautiful nurse she's become right now.. simply an intern in College. I wonder what I was in love with.. her looks or the way she neglected me. Both, probably I love being treated bad by the people I feel strongly infatuated to. I miss her smiles and I counted the times she let me get close to her... all those times I felt some of the most perfect feelings in my life. Delicate... I thought her skin was too delicate so I had enough self control not to try hugging her or even restrain from letting the kiss be a sin. It would never be anything serious and all I ever do is make her feel a light warmth in her hear. She often told me how no one would tell her the things I did.. I wondered if her blush filled face was that bright or brighter when she spoke to other people but I refused to believe that there was someone else.. someone better than me. She was my upperclassmen though and the day her graduation came mine was still far from sight. That's the last day I ever heard about her.. and I can only dream about her now. Her soft innocent looks on her face.. and my beating bleeding heart in her hands.. oh how beautiful she looks in that nurse uniform. Ironic.. her profession she's going for is heart surgeon. So that day she took my heart and never gave it back. Now I break hearts only to feel like I have my own.

When Time Stays Still

I smile and tell you I'm a vampire and now it's your turn to die my love.