Living to the Next Day

Having that one boy, that continuously lives in the back of your mind.

Knowing that you will always try to look your best, even though he doesn't care.

Making sure no one notices when you stall, just to have excuses to see him.

Hearing your heart pound in your ears when he passes, trying not to collapse.

Nearly suffocating when he looks at you with his deep blue eyes, even for a split second.

Trying hard to concentrate, but all you can think of is him.

Trying hard to sleep, when he enters your sweetest dreams.

Trying hard to deny, but only to be overcome with emotions.

Trying hard to smile, when the pain of unreturned love is too much.

Trying hard to forget, when all you can do is remember.

Living to the next day, just because you know that you will see his face.

Oceans Above

Black, like a vast void,

But not in its entirety.

Shimmering, like passageways to the heavens,

The mysterious fires that float, supplying the only light.

A sudden, but gentle disturbance,

A behemoth - illuminating the once empty void.

Farewell to the sparkling fires,

But weep not, for they shall return.

Blue.

Overwhelming the heavens, greeting the behemoth.

The behemoth silently roars in a sphere of flame,

Returning the greetings.

The time passes ever so,

All the while, the behemoth burns.

Ever so slowly, the behemoth sinks,

The shimmering beacons appear once again.

Black, like a vast void,

But not in it's entirety.

Confusion

My sleep is peaceful.

My sleep hurts not.

I awake and this ends.

My peace is pretense.

My pain hurts much.

Unwillingly, I open my eyes,

I am on the floor.

I know not why.

I heave in a huff of air,

And find that my lungs scream in protest.

I try to remember why I am here,

What has caused me this pain.

Nothing comes to mind.

I attempt to sit up, when I see a dark figure in the hallway ahead.

I gasp, and fall back, feeling fear for unknown reasons.

Who is this figure?

Why do I feel fear.

The answer is near.

The answer is clear.

The figure approaches,

Not with empty hands.

I suddenly am blinded,

With not even the tiniest glint of light.

Pain. The pain is all I can feel.

My screams are all I can hear.

The figure laughs and removes the restriction of my sight.

I see his face, surprisingly beautiful,

Surprisingly pale and cold.

One last excruciating attack of pain, like no other imaginable.

Then,

Nothing.

I Can

The words spoken are hurtful and rude,

The voices heard are clean and smooth.

They tell me of things that I will believe,

They testify of lies I will tolerate.

When the figures are gone, I will let it out,

To tell you the truth, I will doubt.

When the figures are gone, I will let them spill,

My painful tears, my lying guilt.

When the words are spoken, I will not let them stand,

When the voices are heard, I'll let them be hurt.

When the figures arise, I will not stand about,

I will take my stand, and I will bring them down.

Now the words are not spoken,

The voices have ceased.

Now the figures are but shadows,

Now my wisdom stands truthful.

Now I will not hide idle,

But thrive, because I Can.

Without You

Without you, all the fish in the sea would stop swimming,

All they need is your smooth voice.

Without you, the moon would stop glowing,

All it needs is your firm force.

Without you, those sparkling stars would lose their twinkle,

All they need is your sleek shine.

Without you, I would lose my purpose,

My tears would spill straight to the ocean, to blend with the rest of the blank waters.

Without you, I would cease to draw breath,

Either by mine own hand, or by the hand of my fallen heart.

With you, I would thrive and prosper,

My lungs full, and my heart swollen.

With you, I would live happily,

My world blissful, and my home, perfect.

Thunder

Peacefully violent, in a way only understood by the ear.

Cries in his cloudy fortress, with shouts of distress.

Calms, then sparks with slight madness.

Be calm.

Be still.

Be kind.

Be gone.

Denial

Love is a distraction,

Just a bump in the road.

Love is a problem,

Just a crack in the shield.

Love is a weapon,

Just a tool against you.

Love is selfish,

Just a weakness in the barrier.

Love is my shelter,

Just a happy protection.

Love is all I have,

Just a thing that I need.