The Ceiling

Miles between metanoia and past dreams
The ceiling of glass above is cracking
Above the silence, the incredible silence
Between the contour of my hand
And where my mind wanders
Like multiple storms that are unseen
But felt like burning ice that stings
To all that’s been buried inside of me
The embrace longed for consumes
Like an unfathomable fire
Scrotching everything within its wake
Wars have been waged against enervated eyes
From the start time continues on
To beat on the door of my heart
In the dark, where my spirit gets the best of me
How many times have I counted seconds
Watched as the hand of the clock moves ever so slowly
When has eternity ever been found, but when looking up
Overwhleming thoughts ripped apart,
Yet stilled when eyes look to the wall overhead
Even though the ceiling can’t be reached by these feelings,
The shards of it pierce irreversible and deep
Forcing me within the depths of my own reality

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Another Empty Glass

Been sitting at this bar for far too long,
Trying to ride this out.
Lost count of the drinks thrown back,
Words I haven’t yet said.
Scattered pages, thoughts that wander.
The bleeding of ink against fingertips
That brush against another empty glass.
A melody of something lost,
Memories that seem like distant stars
Once wished upon.
There’s a wonderland yet to be reached.
Time keeps passing me by,
And I keep trying to write down
Any of the pieces you left me with.
To the bartender;
“Tell me when was it last,
That guy with the Cheshire smile came around?”
Thoughts replay relentlessly
With uncertain expectation.
Hazel eyes that couldn’t be adverted,
Not when his lips were at my ear.
I’d follow those words anywhere.
Through any maze, past the garden of hearts.
Along the wind, past the doors of this bar.
At the bottom of this glass,
There’s a story that’s been lying in wait
Between my fingers and this empty page.
Don’t have much time left, a final call,
And all I want to hear is the sound of your voice
Instead of words written on strips of paper.

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Paper War

sunriseWhen was the last time, I saw the sun within the rain? When was it last, that I waged a war between my heart and this piece of paper with my pen? Old words on pages scattered all over the mahogany desk you used to sit behind. How long, is too long without sifting through old familiar thoughts which once led my sight to the persona of what I’d been waiting for? The music box still playing a chimed song of memory, the candles illuminating the space where maps to our thoughts once hung. Each pin a destination of where my dreams could take us. It’s been centuries since you grasped my wrist and pulled me to your chest. The window faces the direction of a sunrise I’ve seen countless times, antiqued glass and chipped paint, the rays never hit the same way, not since you left this place. Tell me, where does a mind wander to, when it’s been suppressed for so long? Does one forget how to fight? Do whispers fade? Can the foundation break? And when I close my eyes, how can I forget every piece of the story that I knew? The pieces of you that line these bookshelves. Your words behind me, to reach out for any book in your arsenal of identity. When was it last, that I spoke the words of a phantom thief? When was it last I used your real name across the lined pages of the fight I’ve been in between this paper and pen?

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Left Wrist Reminder

I’m left standing here, softly I tremble
Thinking of how much I’ve changed
And how unsatisfied I am with life
I look to the bracelet on my left wrist
“Stay humble, stay hopeful…”
A year and a half has gone by
And it’s never failed to remind me
Of where I’ve been the last year of my life
I’ve waited for the circle to break
Waited for some kind of sign to guide me
To point me in a direction of where I should be
The right place and point within the right time
Some kind of inner voice that says,
“I’m not finished with you yet…”
A whisper from behind that tells me,
“Keep asking, searching, knocking…”
I’m not ready to give up on the dream
The hopeless romantic within me
That believes in the love I’ve built up
For what feels like an eternity
I close my eyes and I’m back, back to the beginning
Thinking of a chance encounter
How along the way, I’ve ended up here
At the last place of figuring out where to go from here
Where my heart yearns to be
And I look to the bracelet on my left wrist
Ready to put it in a jewelry box
Ready for a change and a new circle to remind me
Of where I want to go and where I am at in life
All I can do in this moment is have faith
In the realities that remain unseen to me

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We Were So Close Together

There’s a shadow
That lingers within memories
A melody that never skips,
Not when I think of you
Time has done nothing
But remind me
A heart beats for many things
Lips whisper to the sky
“Once in time
You were my love
And how I miss you so”
Where I was,
And where I’m standing,
How can I forget?
Those eyes that stared
Into my spirit,
You who danced with me
How lost I’ve become,
Yet how found
I’ve come to be
Standing up in the midst
Of it all
Now that I’m stronger,
I’ve figured out
Deep inside me
Just where my heart’s been
And where my mind wandered
It’s still you
Who I want to catch me
If I fall.

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The Sound of Silence (Cover)- Nouela

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November 15, 2016 · 8:34 pm

Zella Day – 1965

 

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October 28, 2016 · 9:44 pm

Spark

If I told you there was a piece
Of my spirit that still burned
Fires that are burning blue amidst the heat
Between my heart and sight
Searching underneath these
Letters, song lyrics, and books
There’s a story yet to be finished,
A story that was meant to be written
I’ve taken what I’ve been given,
Reaching for something time
Hasn’t yet to grace me with
But here I sit, looking towards
A horizon that comes with a light
A light you said held a hope
One I have yet to come to know
But I believe, in the words you gave me
Whispering something and pushing
My direction towards a narrow road
Is this the way? Have I been blind?
Here there’s a piece of my heart
Waiting to be brought back to life
Still the embers are burning
Dull but waiting for a breath of life
To bring forth a spark
Of something beautiful in time…

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Pieces of Paper & Key

You called to me in ways unseen, the path always before me. But I dared not to open the door even when the voice inside me called for a light within the shadows; in the depths of the waters of where my mind had flowed. How long did I stare up? Sending all my doubts to the skies above? Wishing on stars that could guide me? Putting my trust in time, relative to me. Dear muse of hearts, have you read the news? Have you seen what I’ve written? In small letters on white pieces of paper over and over, throughout the years. From when I first heard of you. To where I found something where it wasn’t supposed to be. Right in front of me. Crashing along the shores of inner thoughts, leaving me to wonder how far I can hold onto a dream. It called to me in ways unknown to me. The path that could be, but I never knew of what the door could open for me. Calling for answers and truth invisible before I dared to hold on to the key. How long have I been waiting within this scene for something more than this? How time still evades me. Dear phantom thief of thoughts, have you read the news? Have you listened to what I’ve been saying? All these songs that have been sung, and battles I’ve yet to have won. I found a piece of paper that you dropped behind you along with your old apartment key, another door and a message “follow me…”

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Endless Motion

There’s a lingering light
From a shadow
I danced with once before
Forgetting when I last stopped
To look it in the eyes
Left hand at its shoulder,
Hand and hand with the right
When was the last
Time you kissed me
What day was it
That you said goodbye
Didn’t you whisper the words softly
Of a return from a fight
You had to ensure
How long must I step
Forth, back, and side to side
Until the day comes
Where you tilt my face
And make me look
You in the eyes
How long the dance between us
And I just don’t know
How I’ve become
A shadow matching yours
Locked in endless motion

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