A Call to Arms

A months worth of torture;

A prisoner of your own war. 

You've held yourself captive 

And deny your escape. 

A month wasted

In agony and sorrow. 

A cell filled to its brim 

With tears and lost sin. 

Impossible to deny

The feelings that remain. 

With each wandering eye

You are called to my brain. 

The guilt of goodbye 

And melancholy maybe, 

Leading my army astray 

For in my mind you remain. 

To mobilize 

Then to realize

It is never too late. 

Put down your weapons

And let me into your arms. 

Goodbye Sweet Alaska

Never a second chance, 

Or a clear reason why, 

and through my pleading calls 

All that answered was goodbye. 

Before we ever met, 

You were severed from my heart. 

Your little bloodied body 

Still lies on the floor. 

The letters you'll never receive 

And the plans that will never be played 

Still race around my mind 

As I realize I'm enslaved. 

I said he'd be good, 

For all that you are, 

But it looks like I lied from the start. 

And now you aren't. 

Goodbye, sweet Alaska. 

Your letters end with me. 

Those kind letters to Alaska 

Will never be set free.

The man who took you from me 

Will never be caught 

Because its not a crime 

To lose your train of thought. 

Bittersweet Farewell

The wrinkles on her fingers
Echo like rings on a tree
Chopped down past it's prime.
It had lived in its time.

And the smile on her face
Speaks volumes from the past.
Libraries of wisdom
Whose memories can't last.

And the voice whispering softly
Seems to whither as it goes,
Humming solemn lullabies
Of bittersweet farewell.

Through the Gates of Hell

Liberation is almost impossible, that's why it's only for the seldom strongly-willed individual.

I've recently learned that freedom comes at a high cost.
Though, as a nation we're supposedly free,
we're locked behind secrets individually.

Like biking up a hill,
The hardest part is to keep them.
Your knees grow weak and your legs become sore.
You're still at the bottom,
But aching for more.

As you climb towards the summit,
You wonder what's in store.
Will your sore legs betray you?
Will you crash to the floor?

As the bruises and bumps
Multiply on your thighs,
The burning sensation just presses you on
And the fear in your heart ignites flames as you depart.

The summit is within reach
But your knees have gone weak.
The strength is within you,
To press on and continue.

And though the top hurts like hell,
Your uphill battle is behind you.
And downhill from here,
Your tracks will remind you
That trailblazing isn't easy,
But your past can't define you.

And as you speed towards the finish,
Gleaming faces you'll see;
They cheered you on the whole time,
And they always believed.

I did great things before, and now that I'm free,
You'll see the good I can do
And how great I can be.

Stolen Sunrise

I have clouds of sulfur in my eyes
That cloud my truth and give me lies.
In my bed awake at night,
I lie for hours frozen in fright.
He lurks behind my bed,
Runs crazy nightmares through my head.
He keeps me up and I don't sleep,
Because behind every corner there's a creep.
The noise of the heater cracking at dawn
Peels my eyes from where they belong.
A sudden jolt reminds me I'm alive
But in my dreams I don't survive.

One Behind and Years to Come

I can't find words to explain how I feel about you.
It's like something that wasn't supposed to happen
Did, in the very best way.
It's like something magical in your voice
Touched me and gave me life.

And now I'm grasping for the words,
But really nothing says it like
I love you.

I love your laugh
And your smile.
I love your mind
I love the way you look when you drive at night.
I love you near
And I love you far.

And even when our plans don't work out,
They find a way of working better than we planned.
And even when we feel hopeless
We remember where we stand.

And when I forget why I'm living this life, I remember
It's for moments like these.

It's for your eyes and all they see.
It's for the adventure between point A and B.

It's for the moments that we have,
No matter how few or far between.

Breaking Boundaries

Though I have not found
A single strand
To hell I am bound.
Destined to chase the soulless,
Grasping to their tails,
I head down a path,
Reaped by only trolls.
To saunter down a path,
Still virgin to new souls,
And dance upon a memory-
Fleeting as it unfolds.

Down a path not made for skipping,
Along a river not made for stones.
Red walls covered high
In naked bars and bones.

And behind a web is spun
To entangle all but one.
Each strand takes another captive,
Forever things are trapped in
The sickly wall of souls.

If a soul were to escape
The spider loses sleep.
The web of souls is much too weak-
The captor stays awake.

And though no dawn will ever break,
The morning brings a weary eye.
The spider made a huge mistake;
The walls are now alive.