What You've Done

Every time I think of you, my heart constantly skips a beat.

I picture your smile in my mind; your lips appear so sweet.

Your voice echoes in my vacant soul, reaching up to my ears.

I repeatedly dream of holding you; staying embraced for years.

My burning passion for you; drives me to the brink of madness.

I sit in the middle of this lonely room trying to escape the sadness.

My mind slips, “Was this the reason for all the suffering and pain.”

No longer can I lock away my heart; it’s no longer mine to contain.

Strangers; No More?

Oh, beautiful stranger; I don’t know you and you don’t know me.

Daily you pass by; I reflect on how you are so ridiculously pretty.

Focused and resolute; marching to war with a captivating smile.

Stylish and exquisite; with eyes revealing a mind of wit and guile.

In this crowded metropolis; something has drawn me to your soul.

The moment you caught my eye; something within had lost control.

Time to let these written words express; where the mouth would fail.

Perhaps we’ll no longer be strangers but if not; it’s still an amusing tale.

A Dish Best Served Cold

Rage when focused becomes a burning inferno of passion.

Every sense becomes muffled; eyes fixed to the ultimate prize.

Vanity and hate consume the soul; the price paid for victory.

Even when the body fails; the evil inside plays puppet master.

Nightmares steal your rest; break your will; drive you mad.

Gone will be all you love, your only ally is the shadow you cast.

Everything ends and as the darkness takes you; you are nothing.

Ode to the Coward

How does such a pathetic wretch like you find your conceit?

Do you gaze in the mirror; so proud of your juvenile deceit?

Unfortunately in me; you have made an adversary so malicious.

Hiding in the dark with your fear, you chose to meddle; shameless.

You have no idea the rage you have awaken inside my heart.

For your cowardice, the penalty is to have your life torn apart.

I will expose what you really are to the world; petty and cheap.

My face will be the thing you see when you cry yourself to sleep.

Oh, poor little hypocrite how I almost pity you for what will transpire.

But in the end, the plan you tried to execute against me will backfire.

Stranger Tides

I live a stranger’s life; the proverbial square peg in a world full of round holes.

Forced to drift from place to place like a puppet with strings no one controls.

I hope to discover where I belong; to finally feel peace and fill this empty soul.

Life passes swiftly as I attempt to keep up but my legs can only manage a stroll.

I yearn for the warmth of love but I fear my self imposed exile has taken its toll.

Foolish ideas for an ideal fool; some are made to suffer, I was made to console.

Room 157

I lay here broken with my mind, body and soul bloodied and bruised; unable to weep.

They stroll by unaware with glances of judgment, mixed with pity as I pretend to sleep.

It’s always at your lowest, weakest point that the fog fades and the world becomes clear.

Trapped in this sterile, bleak room I pray for a familiar voice; a “There, there; my dear.”

A building full of people and I could not feel more alone; banished from own existence.

Left with only my intense pain and shame; I wrestle with the phantoms of my conscience.

But my pride will never allow me to submit to the heartbreak; I cast away all of my fear.

I rise from my tomb reborn; as I leave behind my wretched form and finally shed a tear.

Life Questioned

What does it mean when you’re surrounded by lies and alone with the truth?

Where do you go when you live in a world of refinement; when you’re uncouth?

How do you muster the strength to carry on when the burden is far too great?

When do you get to the point of enough is enough as fiery love turns to icy hate?

Why do people pretend to care when clearly all that matters is their reflection?

Who do you blame with no one around? Now you have the answer to the question.