Quicksilver

There are
Winged voices
In the rain.

The lamp is
On a stand
In the corner.

They are
Saying goodnight
To the faces.

The face is
Peacefully turned
To the eves.

There are
Always sounds
In the rain.

σ 'αγαπώ

The Day the World Ran Away

When everything falls apart
I look behind me into the smoking shadows.
The abyss of shame and terror formed in crumbling ruins.
Collected sighs
Hover near the rubble

I see two figures -
No, only one.
Walking alone through a hall of broken mirrors.
A ghost of a soul
With tiresome eyes and
Trodden eyebrows.
I weep
For she must be lonely.

Her voice, though...

She cries out to the sky
That is thousands of ages away.
She whispers to the bones of lost memories.
She laughs into the caverns
That surround her seemingly hellish existance

She smiles at her reflections
In that hall of broken mirrors

"You are my star," she says.

And the world stands still
To look back again.

An Assumption

Two problems arise
At the turning of the hour
One
That I remain
Exactly the same as back
In June when it rained.
Two
That you are
No different from that day
You donated advice
Last June when it rained.
Why are they problems?
The stars asked one night.
I averted
My eyes and saw
The moon wink at my sighs
I suppose he means

Two problems will be solved
At the turning of the hour

Narrative from Around

Once i was waking down the hall
An around the corner he came all tall and purposeless
The one guy...who hangs out with homogeneously black-haired chics
Hes everywhere.
Last Friday i cried against the railing for him
When he ran.
I walked throu crowds of people only to fine i was completely alone with the
Gawking moon.
I couldnt understand so I wept. Cried. Whatev
That was last week.
On Tuesday I wore my lucky socks
Redbluelightbluewhite they were hidden by owls, i think
But, anyways he was there very close by
When i scurried around him like a frightened rat
Which i was
Why scared? Yeah who knows
That was tuesday. When i saw him twice.
Then today. He was talking with scrunchy eyes and white teeth.
Like i remembered. Bt then there was those dyed-hair freaks again closing in on him and i only caught a corner of his smile
That was today...
So. Tomorrow? Hmm...
I see him down the hallway. And we smile. Because after all he's exactlythe sameas he was that sememster when we were buds
That was last year.

Post Choir

There often is a tear on the face of the moon.
But not tonight.
Tonight the moon is winking at me
For he knows of a secret
I don't know myself.
The secret will change my soul.

"But dont go worrin if i sneak out hes a christian boy dont raise the alarm.
Cause he wont bring nothin but my heart harm.
Cause hes got those strong arms from workin on the farm."
-FangPoet

Singing

I want to hear you again.
To feel the soft breath of your words.
I look to the heavens and cannot see your face
When I plunge into the darkest seas your light is not shining there,
O my only dove.
My soul is shattered glass.
When you flew my heart my soul fell to the depths of anguish.
Return to me or I shall live no more
I need to hear you again.

9/11/2011

"Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind and with all your strength."
Mark 12:30 

Dependency

Left of center
East of right
Line it up
And say it nice
Hate me tomorrow
Love me today
Watch me fall
I heard you say
"Don't get up
You need me there."

Via

A letter to my missing friend
The one who I have loved most of all.
My best friend
He used to punch my arm and call me names
And copy homework and distract me in class.
My best friend
He wrote me letters and told me
What I needed to know about
Myself.
Now I am writing a letter to my missing friend
That one down there with the number 84
The one who loved me most of all.
Next time you talk
Tell him
My life's not the same without him.