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

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.

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.

Why So Infamous, Puppet?

We are all born with the beautiful ability to act upon thoughts and ideas conjured up in our own profound minds. It's a shame some people are able to steal this away from us - or rather, some of us are foolish enough to give it up. I suppose I'm an easy target because I almost always let my emotions get the best of me, but what's your excuse puppet? You've made me my personal, impervious concrete castle - protecting me from your selfishness, your deceit and your denial. With the snap of the puppet master's fingers you'll dance your little dance, no matter what the consequence.

Why wouldn't you let us cut your strings when we had the chance? We spoke no lie - she lies as though it's her twisted second nature; in combination with her corrupt powers of manipulation, she's deadly. You may not know it yet, but one day your strings will become intertwined and you will lose what makes you her favorite little puppet. Without the connection, you are nothing. What happens then? This will be the moment when you realize your mistakes; it's a shame it's always too late.

Forgiveness can't wait around for you forever my little puppet, and it now rests upon our international dateline; you'll never know where it is because it will never let you find it. I can't say I'll miss you, because I've gotten used to living without you; we both know you've been gone for a while now.

Break a leg puppet, you're the star of her little show.

Your Actions Are as Shameful as Your Acting Is Stunning, Jeremy

This is what she gets for letting her heart get tangled up in his web of beautifully dressed up lies. Although her mind was telling her to be cautious, she wanted so badly to believe he really did change for the better that she shut off the warning signs. The luminous light of reason was shut out by the darkness of the night he charmed her within. The danger lurks in our dreams, and she was a dreamer - he was her ashen dream. He swept her off her feet, his alluring enchantment that of a prince. She fell for him, fell believing he would catch her because he was falling too - or so she thought. In reality, he was back to his childish games he played only a year before, and she fell into every trap he set. He is the magician of love, the master of trickery.

It's funny how blind you become when your heart shuts of the warning signs that your mind fights to keep alive. If she ever had to choose though, she'd pick the fool anyday; she'll have no regrets because she was no swindler. As for 'the prince,' he'll be trapped in an everlasting hurricane of forever seventeen.

Your flame just burned out, and ashes aren't so captivating.

Your Crime Scene Was Missing Its Caution Tape

Sometimes we let our heart over power our minds, and she did. Sometimes the hardest and the tight thing are the same, but something the difficulty blurs out our ability to reason and know what's right. This could either be her most inordinate mistake or her most versatile quality - only time will allow their story to unfold. Her denial is an endeavor all of its own. She allows the thoughts to elude her mind so her heart can mend. Sometimes she worries that it's all in her heard, that she's over reacting and she's the one who's doing wrong. She worries that she's letting her past seep in to poison her present. How foolish she is, letting him toy with her heart strings and taking his behavior as something that will change with the season. Does she not remember seasons have four faces, and only repeat? There's times when she wants to give up and let go, but she can never bring her fragile heart to do it - she's scared. She knows this isn't what she wants, she knows this isn't how it should be, but she allows herself to wash his fingerprints from the crime scenes as he leaves her alone. Moving backwards to where he wants is uncharted territory; its existence may not even be possible. We can only move forward, moving backwards is a nonsensical game - building her concrete castle walls so strong they become impervious. As outsiders we can see he bleeds only false pretense; he dresses up his lies so perfectly they become hidden. If only she knew, but I'm no outsider.

I think you have some caution tape showing.

I Hope the View from Heaven Is Beautiful

When you are touched by death, you can't help but believe in god. The belief of heaven above is the security blanket in which we bury our misery and excuse our apathy for the world that not has become the barrier that separates us and someone we love. Faith is something we can't live without, because no matter how deep inside of us we hide it, it will one day resurface and we will be invariably thankful that it never really did leave us. As intricate and as difficult as something may be, we must learn to lift ourselves up and move past this seemingly inescapable moment in time - we know it's what you'd want. The sun will always rise the next morning and in it we will see your child like smile filled with innocence and love. The sun will always set and allow the slumbering moon to take its place in the conspicuous night sky - within the beautiful, endless blanket of stars and planets we will see your beautiful face. When we force ourselves to hear the thunder, see the lightening and feel the rain we will hear your voice telling us we'll see you again someday. Faith is the one thing we must forever hold onto, because without it the pillars of our soul become broken concrete held up by the sands of time that one day will run out.

The most angelic of angels must one day fall, your ageless beauty will keep the heavens bright.