Habit of a lifetime

Lips are sealed.

Eyes are open.

Words are thought,

Though never spoken.

Can the habit of a lifetime ever be changed?

It is more difficult than it sounds.

But with the right amount of willpower,

Can it be done?

Can the stitched sewing the lips together be torn?

Can they be picked away?

Can the dam be removed,

So that a river of words may flow?

Flow into a sea of opinion,

Be released into the world.

Not locked up in a pond,

Waiting to wither and die,

To evaporate without ever being heard.

 

The dam must be smashed.

With the right amount of willpower,

The words may be free.

There will be time

There will be time.

There will always be time.

Even after our time.

There will be time.

Long after me and you.

Long after the end.

Long after everything.

There will be time.

Tell Me

I don’t know what this feeling is.

It’s not love, that I know.

It’s not lust, I’ve felt it before.

It’s not nothing, I feel it now.

What is it?

(As the reader, you’ll expect me to tell you by the final line)

But I don’t know. I don’t.

It’s not new, I’ve felt it before.

It’s not old, I’m not used to it.

It’s not nothing, I feel it now.

Tell me what this feeling is.

Tell me. Tell me.

The Seeker

She looks for emotions

Yet is surprised when they find her.

She looks for emotions

Because she needs a muse.

She looks for emotions

So she can be blessed with her gift.

She looks for emotions

Because she is alone without them.

Time is fleeting

The night’s still young,

We still have time

To distinguish between what’s yours and mine.

The lights glare bright,

The traffic fleeting

And within a bar are two hearts beating.

The wine is pouring

And sights grow blurry

As we head for the next in a rush, a flurry.

The night may end,

But time goes on

And within a bar, two hearts beat as one.

Falling Into Hell

The moonlight bade me welcome well

As somewhere in the bowels of hell

There lurked a demon who soon did tell

A chasm to open, and in I fell.

In I tumbled, landing near

A demon who, with eyes so clear,

Poured into me a stream of fear,

Leaking out of my eyes in the form of tears.

Life Support

I am the shoulder your tears drip onto

I am the arm your hand clings to in the dark

I am the foot you stumble upon when you feel lost

I am the eyes that comfort you in the dead of night

I am the back that supports you in your hour of need

I am the heart you return to after long wanderings

Everything

Everything he touches crumbles to dust

The feeling of his fingertips destructing all they hold.

Every song he listens to eventually stops playing

With silence the only sound daring to approach his ears.

Every book he reads falls apart

It’s pages withering as his eyes consume the words.

Every person he loves soon departs

Recoiling away from the heart he offers.

If -

If on a winter’s night a traveller

Happens to stop by

And happens to enquire

As to where he is and why,

Tell him that he is

Wherever he wants to be,

And must not fear the power

That comes from being free.

Ready

Do you think I’ll ever be ready

To leave the ones I love?

Whether I’m merely walking away

Or ascending to the heavens above.