Empty Handed

Your body stained red

But your hands were clear.

As bells chime closer 

You run from your fear. 

A stammer of goodbye,

Your colorless hands 

Wave tears to my eyes. 

Staring ahead

At the light that departs.

You're already dead

But alive in my heart. 

Sinking Feeling

Two years of beautiful lies

And beautiful times

When we'd lay on the bed 

With the world at our feet 

And warm our toes 

In the echoing sea. 

And we'd wait until morning 

And creepily sneak

Up to the top 

Of every mountain's peak. 

And we'd remember the threat 

Of waking from sleep

But we'd make the best 

Of each memory. 

And we'd hold tight to the thoughts 

That danced through our heads 

And bled through the sleeves 

Of each parting dream. 

And never did we swear 

We won't make it 

We can't fake it. 

We believed in a fate 

Much bigger than ourselves 

And we paraded through halls

Much deeper than hell 

And we fell for each other 

Like drowning in wells 

But our souls floated upwards 

And rang bucket bells 

And safe we remained 

In our bodies 

And stairwells. 

Beautiful Days

I miss lazy barefoot Sundays 

Spending half the day in pajamas 

Tied tightly around your waist. 

And my hair was up with 

Yesterday's makeup across my face. 

Acting as if 

those were our most beautiful days. 

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.