Tangled

I see you
But I can not speak
Caught in restrain
When truth finally reveals itself
When clarity ensues
Fate’s twists silence
We are powerless
We wait
For twists to untangle
Trust in truth revealing itself again

5 to 8

Slouched in a depression
Staring up at the ceiling
I reach out my hands above me
The daylight falls on my palm
I reach into the empty air
Hymns lull me into the emptiness of space and time
Horizontal lines on the window stare me down
Numbers on the wall is my heartbeat

Eyes wide and moist
Flightless in the nest
Dreaming of green fields and blue skies

There are no chains, just bad habits
No sentence, just dependence
No bars, just distance
No dream, there is no dream

The day shines bright
But where is the light?

Falling Leaves

From a thousansd miles away she wakes
A world of possibility waits
She steps into the brightness of a new morning

She is strong yet she is fragile
Always trying to prove herself
Struggling to bloom in a world of loud palettes
But her presence is the gentle hue that inspires
She thinks that the world is filled with gloom,
Her silent pain is the world's contempt
Yet she shines like the sun
She is the vision, the muse and inspiration

She remains unsure, oh if she could only see
She is the song that keeps the world together
And she doesn't know how much she is loved
But she is my only hope

Damp

All of time has come to waste
These words can never be heard

In the midst of darkness
A faint memory, an ember
The swift winds of solitude
They tease what has come and gone

The biting blaze
That consumed our world
Such was life
We lived, loved, burned
And now we sulk in the ashes

Passing through

This is now
Caught in the silence
There is peace
Nothing
I, alone

And all the things that used to be
Pass by in a haze at the corner of my eye
I don't wince
Don't take note
I can barely even tell they're there
But they are

A ghost
Walking in an empty shell
Ignoring the questions
Nowhere near the answers

Stillness
Solitude
Silence
Slowly drifting into the blur
Dreaming
Of something that was
Or is
Or can never be
Of nothing, nothing more

Aftermath

Every breath tightens
Darkness surrounds
A single picture remains
The consequences of our decisions
They haunt us incessantly
We have to live through the pain
Hoping that time will take its course
So we can learn to be free again

Time stood still

Again, you caught me by surprise. I looked ahead and I saw you. Even your shadow was enough, even without a smile, to make my whole world stop. I caught myself in a moment, when I realized that you were there. I knew you were going to be there, I knew I was going to see you, but somehow I never readied myself for the moment.

You were busy, and I was busy, and I just pretended to be too busy to stop and talk to you. But in a fleeting moment, I said hi, and you said hi, and we went about our own ways. I was too much of a coward to stop and actually talk to you. Cause why would I do that? It's not like we're good friends. We just know each other. We've worked together, sure, but we never really got to interact directly.

Hours later, I force myself to go to where you are, wanting for a chance to see you again. I see you and I pretend to do something close to where you were sitting. You don't notice me. I lose courage and leave again.

Then, standing in defeat meters from where you are, I remember all my missed opportunities and that mantra I learned a month before: it's better to say too much, than never say what you need to say.

So I pick myself up, and nervously walk to where you are again. I get there. You're still there. I do the same thing I did just a few minutes prior, take in a gulp, then walk towards you.

I say hi. I mutter aimless words, nonsense thoughts, pleasantries that probably don't mean a thing. It was the most awkward two minutes I've had in a long time. And at the risk of making a complete idiot of myself, I was happy at just being able to talk to you.

I don't even remember what I was saying. All I know was that I was looking at you and was totally distracted by how beautiful you were, but not just in the way that beauty is prescribed by popular culture. More than that. Your beauty emanates from your whole being and strikes through to my core.

I looked at you--as I continued to babble like an idiot--and I spoiled myself in all the beautiful little details of your face: the little creases around your mouth and cheeks that form when you talk, the shape of your lips, the slight difference between how your eyes seem to smile and stare, the dorkiness of your spectacles, the fairness of your skin, the way your hair falls on your face, how I can never really tell if you're smiling or giving a sarcastic pout, how I don't know what you're thinking by the way you look at me, the depth, contentment, and emptiness in your eyes, the tenderness and vulnerability in your demeanor, every little detail.

I am a fool. But at least I got to talk to you. And I firmly believe that it is infinitely better to be a fool and have talked to you than to just write about you. It's better that you think I'm weird, or am a dork, or that I'm a clueless, helpless, little boy with a giant crush. At least I would have made a tiny imprint in your life.

It seems like I'll be seeing more of you and I am praying for more opportunities to be with you. If we could be better friends, I would already be eternally grateful.

There really are people who are just pure magic. You are one of those people. I hope that one day, I'll end up with someone like you.