#aarondires

I Wonder Where Wonderland Went I remember how things were before Yet can’t recall if any of it was real The garden inside I once called mine Was at sometime Full of beauty and belief Now steeped in distraught and decay Where once the rain was serene Like a gentle melody breathing life into this dreamlike world Now only the semblance of distant screams echoing Against windows that won't come clean Flowers by the bedside Wilt and rot away This uncaring world it seems Takes everything away Then again Perhaps it all was in my head An illusion Or dellusion A fragile fantasy Where I use escape Overwhelmed now By this overreaching reality

Complicated It would have been easier to walk away To stop yelling and fighting For me to slam the door For you to lock it behind me A simple fix to all our problems There would be no more arguing There would be no more you and me Only two unfamiliar faces Casting our lights into different places We both however are stubborn at our best So we'd hold on Letting misplaced passion eat us alive Changing us and breaking us Until all we could say was It's complicated

It took a mountain of trust to let someone else in Rock by rock and stone by stone The foundation was slowly rebuilt The labor of love a dedication to dreams Blood, sweat, tears, and all the pain in between Years of solitude and re-emergence Yet all it took from you was once second and a single brick To leave me with an avalanche once again

Broken bones and bloodshot eyes Softly whispered lullabies Leaking lungs and low lights So comes the end of long fights Endless enigmas and eternal empathy The world goes on with little sympathy Wordlessly we wonder why Were we born just to say goodbye

Somewhere out there Among a sea of lost souls There lies a ship Its anchor rests deep Beneath the still sea floor It does not move it does not sail It simply waits for its captain to return

It is a morning of mourning Just barely the birds rise and sing Beneath a foggy dew people gather On a cold spring day It is the hour of solace As they hold hands that tremble Tears rest on their cheeks Prayers rest on their lips It is past the moment of memories Now it is the seconds of silence As the death knell tolls Another soul is laid to rest

Everything ends Whether in a desperate fight Or a calming epilogue All the stories told the fantasies resold In a happily ever after or a bitter reminder The last page comes to us all Like the final sunset off a distant coast We always knew it would come But prayed anyway that dusk would hold off That the mountains would somehow hold up the sun Even if for just a little while longer A cold breeze and a starlit sky One last dance before we say goodbye With the changing tide there comes peace Like falling leaves our breath released Tears in our eyes but joy in our hearts Memories in mind and a smile on our lips We knew all along when we first set off It would come to this Though the journey was long we carried on Pushing through hardships and hanging onto prosperity On the edge of cliffs or in the middle of a valley We gave into the belief that somehow Just somehow when our time comes We'd reach serenity So after the fight has been fought When the battle comes to a halt War won or war lost We'll remove our armor we'll lay down our arms In victory or defeat We will thank the gods when it is our time As they whisper to us If you came here for a happy ending Here it is

Once I was an architect Wanting to build something beautiful with you A reliable foundation a unique design I had the blueprints in mind You were a painter You could see the awe in it all The colors of the wind and the breathing of the sea Always an eye for life I was a poet Writing Symphonies and Sonnets Stringing words together that shouldn't fit Reusing the same twenty-six bricks everytime You were a comet Travelling through the sky dancing with the stars Burning through the night No destination yet no worry I was a tree Reaching for the heavens Rooted in hell Remaining on the ground You were a dream A work of fiction Unbelievable all the time A blissful wish I was a harsh reality You were a lovely fantasy Too different to mix Yet we tried nonetheless The result would burn us alive We were arsonists -Aaron Dires "Shattered Reality Poetry"