the ink in which i write

Silently I stumble

On roads to yet be known

With nothing in my hand

And below me only stone

Without a destination

No curfew and no rules

I strive to constantly stay clever

But my thoughts are thoughts of fools

So loudly my dreams rumble

Like lightening, storms, and thunder

But when I can stop walking

That, I will forever wonder 

When we were in school

And we were restless

It was all quite

liberating

And you were tall

And I was short

It was all quite

the same

And we were young 

And we were dancing 

It was all quite

extraordinaire

And you were drunk

And I was sober

It was all quite

okay anyhow

And we were in love

But not with each other

It was all quite 

one-sided

If someone cries silent in the night,
but see does no one ever
Is for someone the dark a fright,
or is no one not that clever?

Wiped a tear,
from my chin you did
But why the cause
you never saw
My words were dressed,
in stress and pressure
They danced
Away from the mind
of yours
They danced
Away and now hidden are they
Gone

Some arrogance dipped in vanity,
you take a sip and then proceed
You claim equality,
but only if you’re in lead

Alone. Why am I alone?

I’m not alone. I’m here. Thinking thoughts of bliss and understanding, of wisdom and thoughtfulness.

With you?

I guess, but I’m not sure. Are you here? Are you thinking, too?

I hope you are, expanding your views to unknown measures. Like dust, like clouds, like me.

Can you feel that wind against your face? It’s me, brushing my lips oh so gently, just to make sure you won’t forget the feeling of being close.

Have you ever lost someone and yelled to them

beyond walls of life and death?

Screamed without making a sound,

as if it would make your hand grasp theirs for one last time?

Cried out and prayed to whatever god that might be listening,

prayed that there had been a mistake.

It’s a painful thing,

this yelling and screaming and crying and praying,

because it helps very little, maybe nothing at all,

to fade the stripes of grief and salty water and tiredness

that you wear like a mask over your face.

But can you help it?

No, not the slightest can you stop yourself from

yelling and screaming and crying and praying.

And if you can, then my answer is no.

You haven’t ever lost someone.