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Wednesday, July 22, 2009

Ghosts of Ivory

Together we entered a long hallway full of strangers.
The space we each took up became more and more insignificant with every passing second.
The movement made you sick,
and the passing images flickering before my eyes made me reflect upon change.

Everything was being drowned out by her voice.
The faces of these strangers washed memories up upon the shore of our minds,
within them we saw the boys we'll always love.

These resurfaced memories only reminded us those boys are never far away.
We soon would see them,
their pristine faces creating a rush of emotion expressed through a smile.

The amount of strangers faced within that hallway was completely insignificant,
compared to the thousands we would face within moments of exit.
Within friends we found comfort,
and within strangers we found friends.

It was exhilarating.
During this unforgettable moment in time he would mean nothing.
He was someone who used to mean everything to me.

The night sky was illuminated by stage lights.
Our lungs filled with the smoke tainted air,
as our minds left hemisphere collapsed.

My eyes acted as though they were the masters of trickery,
the darkness would play with us such convoluted mind games.
He was his dressed up mannequin with the mischievous grin;
I blissfully attended a masquerade ball with fiction.

Within this stranger,
a boy whom I had never seen before in my life I saw him.
Why before was I so scared of romance?

I fell for him over a year before.
His butterflies now have broken wings,
but they are in repair.

Goodbye stranger,
hello friend.

Saturday, July 18, 2009

Sugar Bride

It's all over now, everything is gone. I had been beating myself up over all the mistakes you've made, when I've made none. If I ever did anything wrong that lead us to this, I would without question take my share of the blame, but this was all you. I've come to realize I shouldn't fight for you, because you've never fought for me. I honestly wish I could look back at these past two months and tell myself it was all worthwhile, but I'd be lying. With you happiness was something rare; you took so much from me.

I used to lie to myself, everyday. I would trick my mind, say the way this is going is okay and that I just need to stand strong and hold up. Every time I asked you if there was someone else you would lie, you would promise me I was the only one. How many mistakes I made with you, if only I could take them all back - all my wasted time with you, all the pain you've caused me. Sex will never justify love and it's a shame I almost made that mistake with you - key word: almost. I personally find it hard to believe how you could ever be happy after what you've done, although I know I'm not the first. I hope those five weeks make you life, because after your time with your cold-blooded whore runs out you'll be left alone.

They say the end is where we begin, and I agree - the only difference: I'm not carrying you through to the next chapter in my life. You deserve everything you have coming your way for what you've done, but you can't borrow my strength this time. You've cheated and you've lied, so go ahead and tell people your version of what happened - you're good at that type of thing. In the end, we both know the truth. You were never a friend to me. I know you saying you care is just another lie bleeding from your heartless mind and gracing your dangerous tongue for the most selfish of reasons. I also know how the idea of someone disliking you eats away at your heart and mind, so there's one last thing you should know: I dislike you.

Go ahead and choke on your own misery, I'm done choking on it for you.

Thursday, July 9, 2009

Escapist

Summer
It's never the movie depiction
But it's the time we feel alive
The time our heart runs wild

The sky was a perfect shade of blue
A blue I haven't seen for quite some time now
And I saw his face
For if only a momentary glimpse into the future

My tainted mind forgotten
As I wondered the path of vivid memory
The sun smiled
And I let go of myself

Escaped what we call reality
If only for a brief second
I numbed my brain
And created a wonderland forever missed

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

Aftermath

The night was young,
but for us it was almost over.
The point of being was never the highlight of our time spent;
it was always the aftermath.

Copious crowds of people never seemed so big,
until a familiar face could not be found and we began searching for an escape.

Our laughter was ear piercing.
It was a symphony of sound we created and an alluring melody we one day will forget,
but we didn't care;
we never did.

My missed conversations are something fate never intended upon;
their time was stolen by something believed I could never again live without.

As the rain tainted the windshield of the car,
the lights of a city illuminated the dark space radiating with promise and need.
The division of direction was a chain linked fence,
proving to me that mankind isn't all that beautiful.

We discovered the soundtrack belonging to the weeping widow;
watching the stars melt from her sky,
we would dream.

I dreamt of someone forgotten.
Goodbye was something I couldn't allow myself to accept when it came to him,
but our missed opportunities dress us up to be who we are now.
I've realized tonight it was never meant to be,
because I could never bring myself to give up what I now hold in my tiny fragile hands.

Where they were going was uncertain,
but where I was going I knew all too well.

Say hello to suburbia,
we're home.

Wednesday, July 1, 2009

Last Midnight Plane Home

Sometimes she just wants to run away, run away from everything her picture perfect life is suppose to be. The illusion of her smile will eventually fade and the tears will bleed past her fight to keep them buried within. It doesn't matter how hard she tries, her fragile heart will never be strong enough to understand what love really is. She has the damaging ability to let her mind wonder into the uncharted territory of her past, painting conflict upon the canvas of her present.

Her world of make believe is the only place she can hide, but what happens when she begins to play hide and seek between fiction and reality? She can't be saved, because she won't let anybody in. She is alone, alone in her picture perfect world of fantasy. Her life is slipping away while she's searching for something she'll never find.

The stars will collide before her eyes as the planet's last dance comes to an end; they'll fall from the sky and break her perfectly constructed world into countless pieces of an unsolvable puzzle. She'll keep lying to herself, because she misses everything that used to be, but it's too late to go back. It's time to catch the last midnight plane home, back to reality before it's too late. All that's left is to follow the luminous lights she dreams upon within the crimson of nightfall - to follow them to the edge of the world and never turn back.

All she needs is to run away, away to where her dreams run wild.

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