Thoughts and Writings

I watched as the night sky slowly, beautifully, expectedly  shifted from one side of the sky  to the other, a choreography words cannot douse, I watched as time crept forward an invisible clock, my heart beats as the constellations fill my eyes, I remain still, timeless to the stare I see the innocence behind the beautiful eyes I wish I could call mine, full of life and beyond my selfish touch, a steady peace I have forgotten and now rekindled at the scent of the tree breeze I've grow to love, my footsteps dry to the smile the vibrant strands clear the pain but take away in piece, solace is but a vivid picture dense in creation and as far away as the stars, calloused fingers bleed in tale and paint the cues to match what I refuse to believe in trapped behind her emotion I level myself to the plane and wonder if I'm a dream, created from dust to fill the holes a missing note in her song the temporal smile lifted in flawless movement I'm distant as I search reliving the past like a book, I wish the voices to simmer the insecurities to bury I wish for something to believe in as my eyes readjust in sense to the only light that blinds me...

We echo in emotion Through a pen’s humble disease Clung to life, senses take form Unmarked spaces lapse in awe A canvas forged, spilt in floods Splashed imprints settled in ink Dreams materialize, a reality untouched In the recesses of the minds ocean A depth unreached A vision obscure A melody unhinged Faint notes line in aperture Can we see what vision lacks Or hide behind curtains entranced On heavy eyes, bled in color The envy of a paperless solitude We lay on broken beds Hand reached, clasped on cue While we hum another World bathed in words

Time makes waves in cycles doubted In fashion we flee in content In repetition, in a motionless song In voices placed behind a hazel glaze Figures bend in sound, in curved sentences We make rivers out of hands Interlocking mutters in view, pathed These thoughts alone, feeling worn I don't blink when I repeat in ticks

Like the scent of pine Or wine spilt over and done, The torment of time, Stripped down to an outline A leg shake, shooken Vibrations latch onto meaning The atoned state of lead A marker poised in dry Fed at the feet, another deceit Oh how the days chime In absolute, a hangman’s curse The broken tongues final word

I'm about to lose my fucking mind

A constant repetition ensued, subconscious marks pointed in arrival drained in action forced under a dream, the shadows under my eyes tell of tale followed in the grip of a subtle mimic, transverse, scripted, created in a boxed beat colored in reality, with each click, each echo shaken to the foundation, a rhythm that follows time as if it always has, sequenced results speak unanswered lined in queue and ignored unwillingly, a feeble rush taken in dose weightless in soul rung out to dry noted to detail, swollen to thought debilitation resulted In substance a blinded notion, a cognizant strength unrecognizable through the glass, the see through misconception tied in course thread held tight in anticipation, the imperfection of alternate eyes, an inebriated taint held in the heavy tone of a crafted reflection, where as actuality only exists in flaw.

Walk across and between  the roads that fade the distant grey that portray and heresay the scent clenched breeze of tampered bone and teeth, dismayed temperance mends a mind glorified in recollection calloused by the past or passed novelistic trends, a sheild held up by screw blocking candle lit notion, we read from the veins the colors that flow from the eyes we never see, the heel clicking cleanse from the half empty boot weakens at the dispense of an avid dreamer, or the silver showers that touch the skin to the stars of tomorrow, the rhetoric sarcasm that blends the ears to the shadowed seams of the singing minds echo, but what you want to say isnt touched by the spirit of words

So is anyone else pissed that Carly didnt win xfactor?

It's vision draped in glare enshrouded and remissed,   or a blurred collection unsolved, in time, placed between each mark, a table timed on crooked legs, mute stares regress unhinged, unsound specious in context invalid in perfection's entirety, filmed windows revolve on serpentine frames hindered, the reticent howls of retaliation from within the white walls crossed in blank corners signed on fingers point, shook toward and etched in absence the shuttered collapse in flow, a poised entrapment tethered broken down and sinuous riveting forth in mislead, the intrinsic embodiment expose, decant down the pulsation of an arm foreign from the crevice of a hand, a stillness heard, an echo dropped, the tonic breath sighed over each enclosure.