Opportunity

life
dangles on a string
in front of the faces of the weary
one may choose to grasp it
and feel the warmth grow within them
fly on a rollercoaster
going up
going down
never becoming steady
or one may choose to let life fall
to cut the string
and feel the warmth disapear completely
the coldness taking over
until one can breathe no more
only then can one be truly dead

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Standing on the edge
Lights blaring
Shooting rays of heat
Through every inch of your body
The calm silence
Ringing in your ears
The memories of the people who were once there
Your heart
Pounding from the excitement
Beating faster with every breathe you take
And the empty seats
Now containing people

There's your mom and your dad
And then there's your grandpa
The one who had never missed one of your shows
Until now
He's all you think about
But he's gone
And you collapse on the stage crying

The rays of light
Now freezing cold
The silence
Making you feel all alone
Your heart
Just wanting him
And the empty seats
Always remaining empty

Through The Storm

And I proceed
To march through this winter storm
With you beside me
Walking hand-in-hand
With hope as our only guide
To lead us through this blizzard

Slipping
Stumbling
Falling
As we trudge on

Bits of snow and rock
Slicing our skin with every touch
Trying to keep us from reaching our goal

Judgment screaming at us
Yelling for us to go back
To remain slaves of our own self image
To not be who we really are
Trying to make us conform
To what the public wants

But we are who we are
And we will do what we do

And you proceed
To march through this winter storm
With me beside you
Every step of the way

Betryal

Blood dripping down my back
My gaping would screaming in red agony
And your actions
Protruding from my flesh
Like a tree planted in the ground
The Many roots digging deeper inside me
Too strong to be pulled out
Feeding on my sanity
Sucking out what little hope I have
Devouring my heart
Until I am empty of all feelings
My blank eyes staring off into nothing
And my cold, limp body no responding

Unrequited Love

memories
like rusty knifes
infecting you with every jab

red-hot pictures in your mind,
burning you with every touch

and distant broken mirrors
showing you what your heart desires most
too far away for you to grab

a creaking floor of hope
giving way as you walk across it
depending on it to hold you up
and out of the pit of self-torture

the beating winds of time,
sucking out the self-esteem of the strong
and torturing the weak

longing
building up in your heart
increasing in pressure
and pushing against the walls
until your heart finally bursts,
flooding your mind with pain

your body suffering
drowning in a sea of misery
until the only way out
is death