If I could, I’d raise my white flag in this black world of mine.
The broken hearts though, they say my world will be beautiful again, in time.
If these people could believe in something so sublime,
I guess so could I?
Even though it’s impossible for me to see
these broken hearts say, even with darkness, they stand by me.
It was but an accident. If they believed that soon from her grasp, I’ll be free
I guess so could I?
To those wondering, I named the whole lyric sequence: Dancing With Darkness
The first poem is entitled Beautifully Empty
and the second one is Darkness, it is I
again, Breaker of Hearts,
I am now a victim.
Continue reading “Darkness, it is I”
The green trees and blue skies stop
existing. I see a man; he is nothing,
he is a dark memory of who I was. A breaker
of the hearts of those he loved.
Continue reading “Beautifully Empty”
Mike was addicted. He loved playing Games. He played with his friends a lot. There never really was a sure winner whenever they would play; they would just play for fun. Their objective was to always summon the Red Eyes Hungry Dragon – and every time they played, they were successful. Continue reading “Games and Butterfly Knives”
She said he was just a friend,
and they only met that one time.
But he knew I liked her.
Continue reading “A Casualty of Soulmates”
She told him she liked him, and all Mario said was, “Thanks.” Continue reading “On the hook”
I can’t believe they still didn’t clean the handprints off the elevator doors. It’s already Thursday, and I’ve told maintenance since Monday morning to clean up the elevator doors. It’s already bad enough that this place has only one elevator and one fire exit stairwell. I live on the fourteenth floor so I can’t just take the stairs whenever I want to, and it’s pretty disgusting to know that there are handprints on the elevator doors that have been there for four days now. If they don’t clean even just that, what else don’t they clean around here?
Continue reading “A Night With The Elevator”