not all who wander are lost

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lovers hands they cry out from eternal suffering

audibly

and men were lost beneath the dust who thought they could never sing

finally sing

who knows which wanderers have crossed their paths

before

ignored the calls of inevitable fate while they still

explore

so we could have stayed in the view together and not have

known

and let the fragile hope of summer

grow

patterns

they wandered through the labyrinth wheat

and walked down paths of estranged will

they romanced well with summer heat

and promised to leave each other still

they would not grow like ivy patterns

entangled in a subconscious dance

a vow to purge the thoughts that mattered

as not to flirt with fate and chance

but quickly, they will flee from pride

to a place where death is not to hide

and lovers can carry with no shame

but with likely souls abide

Retentions

she hopes the sun will fade away

leave her at peace, in a darkened bay

where her thoughts could speak for themselves

and light be left alone on the shelf

her words, like mirrors melting fast

that come and go, for nothing lasts

but are spewed into the densest air

and dance, and swan, and wait there

until they drift out of sight

and blend in with the newfound light

but her words, she’ll always hear

for they make up her atmosphere

blanketing her in taunting retentions

presenting themselves as masks of the sun

and all the while she sleeps in fate

so her covering will always remain

She says she’s too far in to let go now

It’s her time to walk into the shadow

She says no one really knows

Her life’s a bitter wasteland

Of shattered dreams and broken hearts

No one really knows

Tender Love

I need a tender love

a mind of mountains

a heart of love

every page in our book

turned by the perfect wind

a broken pair made whole by the ideal life

now we’re wondering 

what we’ve been waiting for

in the arms of a crystal sea

we’re tethered to a whisper of a promise

and like a feather floating 

we’ll fly, defined by a missed opportunity 

in between the lines of earth

we can surrender to each other

a balance fitted for the purest

and we’ll love tenderly

knowing what we’ve been living for

Smoke and Mirrors

the shadow is all you posses
it is all your heart believes
your silver soul is a mirror
but darkness is all it perceives

your mind tuned in to all the sounds
the patter of rain against the window
darkness, darkness everywhere
do you feel alone?

all the light that I once had
absorbed by clouds above me
ashes blow from within your soul
covering the ground beneath my feet

I will bring the purest sacrifice
I will lay it down before us
the soul once filled with perfect light
now overtaken by a soul of darkness

Behind the Years

last night I finally went to sleep

and saw you hiding in my dreams

behind the wall of doubt and fear

behind the scars from all the years

of pain and blood and tears and sorrow

when I didn’t want to see tomorrow

you were hiding behind those things

behind bittersweet memories

last night I cried while sleeping still

the cold night air gave me a chill

or perhaps it was the cruel fact

that I will never get you back

because you hide behind the years

behind the pain and all the tears

and you aren’t coming back anymore

why would you want a broken girl

so now i sit on empty dreams

and wait for perfect realities

until that day presents itself

you’re a memory on the shelf

but now that I wake I see your eyes

they whisper soft, sweet lullabies

and I long for your touch, my dear

but you still hide behind the years. 

It begins again

the noise in my ears and in my mind

as loud as a hundred storms

my hands trembling like the ground

beneath my feet, swept away 

by the tides that change

everyday

we are different people shaped by

moments that slip through our fingers

life has to go on

but I can’t 

this feeling lingers

this is real

this is a heart

a soul

broken, shattered into thousands of pieces

no one can pick them up

or put them back together

all too fast