I will drink the cup, the poison overflowing
"poem" i wrote at one time. i think i'll start posting some more eventually. i havent written in about a year.
Twinkle Into Tears
The spring blooms over the carcasses of the fall,
but the sky still remains the solid grey of yesterday.
Drooping over my head and crying on my shoulders,
the heavens thunder its story of heartbreak and sadness.
Then, as if it were waiting for a musical cue from the storm,
the grey clouds, full of determination, run in opposite directions
to expose all the tiny eyes of the universe that were hidden behind.
They twinkle.
They smile.
They ease my mind with a tiny light from a place only they can show me.
A place so far away yet right at my finger tips.
Right in my line of sight.
In my grasp.
In my mind run the many thoughts that keep me away during the dark hours.
In my life, i strive to find that same light.
That light that comes from the eyes of the universe,
That twinkles, that smiles.
And i've found it...
In your eyes.
It's so far away yet right at my finger tips.
Right in my line of sight.
In my grasp.
But when the grey comes back and the clouds find their spot again,
So does the cold.
So does the hopelessness and the misery.
The transformation is quick and natural.
The heavens go back to crying, so do i.
The light is covered by the grey and i'm left with what i was
Before the universe's symphony changed me...
A lonely man.
Twinkle Into Tears
The spring blooms over the carcasses of the fall,
but the sky still remains the solid grey of yesterday.
Drooping over my head and crying on my shoulders,
the heavens thunder its story of heartbreak and sadness.
Then, as if it were waiting for a musical cue from the storm,
the grey clouds, full of determination, run in opposite directions
to expose all the tiny eyes of the universe that were hidden behind.
They twinkle.
They smile.
They ease my mind with a tiny light from a place only they can show me.
A place so far away yet right at my finger tips.
Right in my line of sight.
In my grasp.
In my mind run the many thoughts that keep me away during the dark hours.
In my life, i strive to find that same light.
That light that comes from the eyes of the universe,
That twinkles, that smiles.
And i've found it...
In your eyes.
It's so far away yet right at my finger tips.
Right in my line of sight.
In my grasp.
But when the grey comes back and the clouds find their spot again,
So does the cold.
So does the hopelessness and the misery.
The transformation is quick and natural.
The heavens go back to crying, so do i.
The light is covered by the grey and i'm left with what i was
Before the universe's symphony changed me...
A lonely man.