KaleidoscopesSkimming through the pagesof the scrapbook in my head,each moment spent replays so vividly.I can still hear the faint cawing of birds from the park.The gentle breeze brought by the waters near the brow of the dock.Your muffled pounding heartbeat in your chest, thudding my ear with each breathe.The taste of your lips that still linger,the comatose rush that came from just your slightest touch.With each turning of the page comes a flood of emotions.Some of them hit like a euphoric high.Others crashing, crushing, burning, screaming.But each emotion is just as precise as each memory attached to it,Clinging onto them, keeping them against my heart.With each memory I've recited,I caught this pattern and soon realized, to discover,We were Kaleidoscopes; meshing together and pulling apart, over and over.On the outside it seemed like something so simple and ordinary.Yet those who could look inside could see the real beauty of the potential,the potential of you and me.This pas
The Other SideAs I sit here and ponder, I can't help but wonder.If I fell across to the other side of the world, would anyone notice?When I've fallen down, would they reliaze a mind that has been torn asunder?How quick would they reliaze I could not be found,that I've went down a sort of rabbit hole,that my absence might be profound.Might it take mintes, might it take hours, might it takes years?Suppose it would really matter for how much I've done here.And when and if they'd find out, what would be going through their heads?"She did it for attention", "She did for shes insane", "She did it because of me."Is that what would they think while lying in their beds?No matter these thoughts for this situation did not occur,because it only happend in my dreams,but I can only wonder how it would be if it were.
AddictiveDrowning in this maelstrom you call your "heart"I'm slowly suffocating and I know this is only the start.Your invidious stares begin to scorch and burn into my flesh,these intransigent and extraneous words from your lips oozingly mesh.With avid precision the imflamation tears through my veins,burning,undulating through infecting all that remains.As much as I tried to eschew myself away from youthe insatiable addictive need only turns my emotions anew.This disease begins to summarily encoil itself around my mind.With an incendiary nature, new thoughts begin to be refined.Never in a thousand years did I think I could fall victim again to a repititive curse.Only if ignorance was bliss I could possibly make this situation perverse.Repeating such infliction into a woman's heart should be considered a sacrilege, pure, sick defilement.But its easy to just claim it was an accident.