Humming moth

Busy moth
buzzing
in the wayward winds

silver eyes
like a tinted lens

feel free
to live the lie

not a bee
not a bird

no loving creature
are you

yet,
here you are
breathing in the sun

being brave
like your sister?

nice try

but you know
who you are

acting like
you have abandoned
fear..

that's funny!

daring to dream?
daring to live
outside the darkness?

my sides are splitting!

what are you
without the darkness

that which protects you
that which you have known
all your existence

your a fool for leaving

But don't worry
I'll be ready
and waiting

for when you come back

Sitting on the pillars

In living color
I watched him die

like the light
of the stars at night
I saw it
in the present
...yet it all happened
long ago

the drugs,
the lies,
the broken lives,

another day
in the life
of contrition

If only
he had
loved himself

as much as his daughter did

although still to young
to know nothing other
than love

perhaps
she will learn
to hate him too

I'm sure
thats what he'd want

better to be hated
than missed
I guess

because I love you (lyrics)

*Please note that this is not my work and I do not take any credit any of this. This is a song from a retro video game called Earthbound called "because I love you"*

we first met
in the night

in the sun's
dying light

I cannot understand
if there is some
greater plan

but I know its
what I want

because I love you

one thing
I couldn't see

why are you so good
to me?

so you took
your hand in mine
while you looked
into my eyes

then you whispered
in my ear

because I love you

Everyone's story

Alone

peaceful and empty

like the shore of the sea

In the wake of a storm

standing on glass

beneath a black hole

a single move

will crush your soul

with no coming

That's just how it is

No meaning

Enie Menie minnie moe
Swish the bodies to and frow

if they scream, let them burn
Any meaning they had
is all but spurned

Memoirs of a ten year old

Danger means nothing to a ten year old on a mission
As the case was for me anyway
And danger was not in the form of a menacing monster of phantasm
Though you would be excused for thinking that were the case

No, danger was an angry, slumbering, fifteen year old sister
Whom my mother had sent me to awaken
"Your small, skinny, and can doge blows easily"
My mother explained as I received my instructions
"If anyone can pull this off without incident, it's you."

I saluted and quietly went upstairs
Up towards the she-demon's lair
The smell of hairspray, lavender soap
And countless potions
Permeated the air like invisible smoke
Smothering my brain and rocking my body with side-to-side motions

But a quick shake of the head and a splash of the Enforcer,
The name of my faithful gun,
kept me awake as the frame of the sleeping behemoth came into view
Aim and ... Fire!!

The amozon gave a bellowing roar as she quickly sat up
Her blood-shot serpentine eyes catching only a fleeting glimpse of her weary instagaor,
As I ran down the stairs for all that I was worth
And without missing a beat, she jumped out of bed and leaped after me
Her long woolly legs quickly filling the gap between us

But the rays of the morning sun
undid what her sleep had done
Her long pointed serpent fangs and beastly talons
Shrunk back into her regular teeth and claws
And her slit pupils turned round as she slowed and finally stopped

"You will pay for this one day, I swear it!" she growled,
Too groggy to continue the chase
And I sighed in relief as her subdued form sulked to the table
"Thank you sugar" mother whispered
But no thanks were necessary, It was my duty

After all, what kind of little brother would I be
If I let my sister sleep till noon on a Saturday anyway?

to my mother with love

Visits to the clinic
Assaults on the store
A million tiny chores
In a single afternoon

Even the scrounging
of pimples

I actually miss it...

You where closer,
Closer than anyone else
Even closer
Than my closest friends

I told you
All my stories
With a smile
And a laugh

My insecurities as well
... you didn't even flinch

I even said it once:
"Your my best friend"

With a raised brow
You simply replied
"Honey, that's sad"

ha ha
I know
But that doesn't make it
Any less true

You where my mother

From day one I trusted you

Is it really that weird?

All that time we spent together

Your secretary,
Your Chauffeur,
Handyman,
Go-For,
All of the above,
That was me

And I'd do it again
In a heartbeat

If you would only ask..

...But today is important
As I remember what you where,
and are,
I recall the love,
respect,
and belief
that you had for me
... yet ignored in myself

Today is important
Because from now on
I live for you

I love myself
Respect Myself
Believe in myself
For you

And I will not
Waste myself again

I promise

Fading fast

Hearts on empty
call in blood
ringing in the ears
Panic, Panic, Panic

"Calm"
"Be calm"
rattle tattle
Jingle Jangle
Dangle by a thread

"Still"
"Be still"
Lower, lower,
lower still,
Numbing pain in my chest

"Come back"
"Please"
The difference between
broken heart and broken glass
Inside and outside - take your pick

Child of the dreamscape

When the night comes 'round
I know I'll see you there

Hero by word,
creature by essence,
your powers inspire and frighten

Yet you stand your ground
with indifference
Doing things
the way you always have

child of the dreamscape,
What is your purpose?

You come to me in so many unusual ways:

Ghastlty prophetic visions
that were never to be,
Tantalizing images
of a world unknown,

You gaze at me with your melanchoy eyes
and say "you know nothing"

My family says you are a mirror;
somthing that reflects me
and the world as I see it

My friends say you are a messenger
some one who warns me
of the troubles in a distant time

But you are somthing more
I can feel it in my bones
I can see it in the way you look at me
when I don't understand
I can hear it when the sounds in the background
begin to wane into thier distoredt melody

Yet, your meaning is lost
vanished somwhere between
the light and shadow of my mind

I look to catch the meaning
finding it just in time to awaken

And as I prepare myself for the new day
I long to return to the dreamscape
so that you can tell me
the meaning of your existance

...and mine as well

If mirrors could talk

Walking man
Moves cuz' he can
Moves cuz' its all he can
Thinks he has a plan
But its not enough

He's just too rough
Not enough upstairs
effort and progress are not a pair
without a mind to hold them down