A stranger flew here today
mindless
and unconcerned.

Not a foreigner
of a place called past.

Two faces the same
placed on different shapes,
traveled through time.

Someone else we've become,
sleeping and dreaming from different worlds.
the roads lead in circles,
cycles like the sun,
which sways with your moon.

This sort of poisoned truth,
we've become.

The leaves were white angels
scarce in the night.

As were you.

these roots seem small,
once tall
shadowing casts upon my smiles.
now i shadow amoungst them
with frowns.

the children no longer laugh and play
against these winds.

the streets that surrounds
quiet,
ghostly giggles tangled
like webs in my ears.

writing.

i once saw poetry in your smile. honesty, beauty, love, laughter. life!
my thoughts and emotions run naturally deep. in the winter they sometimes retire and sit upon a shelf.. dusty until summer. i see poetry in the way things move and look... and feel. to be different and good. there are so many things that take beauty away. the fake, the lies, the darkness they hold inside, the drinks they need to dilute themselves with to escape the world. the things they hold on to, a mere mirage of emptyness... something so dark and lifeless. lifeless because their is no substance, not depth, nothing to complicate you or nothing to chanellege your mind. a state where thinking is put on hold in a bubble that protects you from the caotic world of hate, lust, lies, and pain. but in hate , lust, lies and pain is a lot of beauty that defines what being alive is all about. to feel, to think, to touch, to smell and to hold. life is love, hope, and making your dreams come to life. and i loathe the lifeless.. the ones consumed with escaping it all. the ones who are afraid to feel.. to feel something real.