Till the edge of night, sorrows will fade

Through blackened nights,
grey, broken skies,
we set our sights higher upwards-
Looking unto the edge of night.

Looking at lost memories,
maybe perplexed at how things used to be.
Because now you're here,
and things will never be the same.
Only different.

I miss the oatmeal we used to eat,
laughing,
crying,
making fun of things that didn't matter.
Making fun of you.
  Instead,
  I close my eyes now.
  And see the haven where I am free;
  friends,
  family,
  everything I have missed ever so dearly.

  The people I pretend to hate,
  The things I pretend not to care about.
  It all hurts so much,
  can't you tell?

  A storm is coming,
  And I will wait here until the dawn.
  Because-
  Maybe. Just maybe.
  When the storm breaks,
  When the ships pass,
  Will this harbour be as clear as it was before?

  I wish so.
  I wish for new voyages,
  with you,
  with the people I miss.
  With the people who it's too late for me to apologize to.
  I am sorry.
  And the best part is,
  They will never know.

If this is the end of all things,
then you and I... we won't meet again.
But you'll be here,
in my arms.
Sleeping.
What can you see, on the horizon?
Hopefully something more promising than the future with me.

The ships have come to carry you home.

And-
though we'll return to twilight and shadow...
There is always hope.
This leave is taking place,
This is the parting of our miserable friendship.
I am sorry,
flower.

I am sorry,
cat.

I am sorry,
everything.

Fall now,
right side up.
This isn't your last post.
This isn't the gate closing.
But this feels like the end.
You feel in a dark place.
Don't give up.
have faith.
Even when there is none to look to.

I am sad.
I'm sorry.

Introducing the end to the editor, rejected and retold. A story.

This is,
a song of sorts,
a sad end,
to a new beginning.
A new rhythm,
a new beat,
a breath taken to sing the next note.

Stop.
Play it over in my mind.
And when I'm done,
you'll hear me over and over,
unable to clear your mind,
lose yourself.
Find me.
This isn't a mystery,
it's just you setting yourself free.
Why is that so hard?
Don't you hear these tunes ringing in your head,
even if I'm not here to say them to you?

Stop.
Get out of my mind.
You're changing the game.
Playing my like a fool by my own rules,
I'd rather crawl back to love than to
be a stranger in my own books, to my own mind.

This is,
an old tune.
There are no such things as new beginnings.
Creativity is dead.
So are you.

Run, ran, rain

Feet pounding,
rain pouring,
tears dripping,
sweat falling.

Run home,
you ran.
In the rain.
Ruined your suit, tie, and brand new sneakers.
But it was beautiful;
you were free.

Until the new day comes.
Until the sun no longer rises.
Until you smile no more and the rain never stops,
when running becomes too much to do without painkillers.
Then kill me,
for I am no more.
Even a purple leaf will not spare me the misery of my defeat.

... and how ironic,
that my own fault defeated myself.

I wish I could run again.
I wish I were young again.

Now I must admit I'm a little confused

But to be young and free is liberating and painless.
I feel weightless in the wind, on a harsh cold night,
because I know there is sun waiting for me tomorrow.
Treat me to a beautiful first night,
as I have now graduated. It is a new start. Not really just the same.

You are the same as I,
ordinary,
not particularly unique.
But there is something odd about you,
about me,
that I can see and that you can see,
even if it is invisible to everyone else.
To the naked eye.
To someone indifferent to our sufferings.

We are at the edge of a great new discovery,
because we are standing there,
looking across the black unknown,
trying to find our bearings.
And instead we realize that it's a beautiful thing just to be heard.
To be moved in your heart,
to be touched where you feel it the most,
to be placed back in a sad part of your heart,
where you will miss everything that's ever happened.

Graduates of 2012,
this marks your rebirth into society,
because now you are someone.
Even if like me,
you are no one.

Stand tall,
and I will stand in your shadow.
Lead me,
and I will follow.
Because even though I am confident and bold right now, right here,
I am still soul in this body that I always was.
I will follow in your footsteps.
Be my example.

Are you confused?
Good.
Because that's how I feel.

Beacons before tags

Such intense
Intents.
A rhyme in my
Rime.
Is there a connection?

Does it play off the word before?

That conscious reminder of the word before-
Is this an opium of synthetic fantasy?
Stop exploiting my imagination.
A finnish
Finish.

How cute.

Proportions and subjectivity

Join my party,
I will lead you,
    guide you.
Borrow my ideas,
Use me,
These are portions of subjectivity,
Chunks of conceived thought in my heart.

It's all there,
When you piece it together it should be clear.
Like a cat with desire,
Stuck in a dreadful place,
Do you see the miraculous development?
It can be said, then,
That this forward movement
Is a return to a time before the establishment of mercy.

Dreaming isn't imaginary. Is it ?

I'm picking cherries,
and I pick you.

Pick up the phone,
please?
But-
Congratulations.
You've yet again given me the busy tone.

My fault for trying to tear down those walls,
concrete and for sure.
I should have known that your empire doesn't crumble,
simply standing tall under iron rule.
It must be beautiful on the other side.
Are you wiser?
Are you smarter?
Or is it just another shade of grey.

Over there,
not-yet-a-sea-away,
does everything speak differently?
Is french a calming medium?
Or does a raised eyebrow mean so much more?

I don't know the answers to these questions,
and I don't care.
Because I see in my own language,
that this which is what I see,
is something unique and beautiful.

Marry me,
Cherry,
and I will plant your tree in a field that is green forever.
The sun will never drop,
the sky will never fade,
the seas will speak of this hidden place in the deepest caves of my heart.
Because-
if it exists...
wouldn't you want to be there?
Or am I just exercising a power beyond my rights.
Again.

What lies before us, we cannot tell. But it must be beautiful.

Among things that are beautiful in life there are not such nights so beautiful.

All nature is as it were sunk in our own dreams,
And gently inquiring the mind too is drawn in on itself,
To pursue the train of its own thoughts,
Which borrow the colors in the night sky.

Sunlit and alluring,
And all that is me,
Sunk into the dark ocean of an oblivion,
The impression the dark arctic sea makes is remarkable.

Stretching as far as the eye can see,
The dark sea often paints black ink against the drifting ice.

The sky, gleaming cloudless and pale blue,
Glowing in the rich poetry of sunrise,
Or sunset color,
Or slumbering lingering through the lingering twilight.

Showering far and wide, melancholy desolation and death,
In these regions the heavens count more than elsewhere,
They give color and character,
They have no pallet to the eye.
Never will i forget when i first entered these regions.

What lies before us, we cannot tell. But it must be beautiful.

Radar, satellite, technology.

Can I see what the weather patterns are,
Inside your head?

Drop tears from a higher place above the clouds,
Onto crumbled kingdoms,
Where death reigns over a battle in the sky.

Help I'm surrounded by temptations, love,
This is the same dream.
Am I stable?
Or am I descending back to Earth-
Treat me right,
Keep me alive.

I am an aspect,
Collecting the tears and dreams of a generation.

The first technologies,
I am the birth of a new age.

Highlight of my life.
Draw me a piece from memory, your romantic old self,
The past is a beautiful thing.

I want you to take over me

As part of a particular release,
I wanna win the war against this struggle-
But instead I surrender.

I never meant to fight against you,
To resist you,
How could I resist you?

You've this virtuous quality,
It's a property of sin,
With my two eyeballs I gather all I need to.
Maybe twice as much as I wish to see.

There is no reconciliation.
Your words ring true.
Let me disappear because this is not Love.