Under Your Breath

if i was to tell you

that i had done something

of horrible proportion

would you want to hear it

if you were to prompt

me to continue

would you be scared

at what i was to tell

would you stand

by my side

take shovel in hand

and bury the truth

or rather would

you take freight

and grab for the phone

for the boys in blue

would you be there

You Could Say Rain

if love is based on a lie, does it then make that love false or does it simply embrace the spark giving strangers the chance to fall in love again?

because you sleep through a moment, does that mean that the moment did not happen or does it allow you to become the moment through a hypnotic sleep?

if a clock is not in the room, does it mean that time stands still or does it give you a chance to live in the moment?

because the moon is not within the sky does it mean that it has vanished and is not there or does it mean the moon has been given a chance of rebirth?

if a man is singled out because of his thinking is he an outcast or simply the one ahead of the rest?

Death by Time

let me paint a picture with your blood
streach the canvas around your bones
cover your looks with a stroke of the brush
peal away the layers that cover your colors

melt the ice upon your breast

seven hours with no breath

time stands still for those who wait

and rushes by for those underneath it all

Cannot Hide

wind causes the moon to shake
hanging alone by its one thread
falling, shattering
the sun looks upon
and cannot hold back
laughter fills the sky
and dampens the leaves
birds loose their height
while the sea begins to swell
tears melt into the sky
painting it a pale color of sorrow