Blue Eyes

As I stand peering down, emptiness begins to emerge.

Silence suffocates the room

While tragedy colors the wall.

The numbing atmosphere destroys every piece of life

Giving no hope to those he encountered.

Though I gaze upon him there is no serenity in his eyes.

No regret

No empathy

No me.

I was once the mouse in his maze

Searching for my end

Awaiting for death to take me by the hand

For this temple was nothing but filth

He lay upon it night after night

While I lie awake praying for the light at the end.

A gentle unwanted touch, as he slowly painted me with his fingertips.

The wall kept silent in fear

So he continued.

Sorrow hung from the corner of my eyes

As the bed danced beneath us.

I cry out for the wall

As he clenches to me tighter.

Sweat poured from him, while despair consumed me.

The room darkens, taking alongside the piercing blue eyes.

I then vanish

Appearing next a man in a long robe and a crown made of thorns

He says nothing, gently placing my hands on top of his.

A bright light rapidly appears vanishing the man.

I return to earth underneath a motionless body

                                                                                      His blue eyes staring lifelessly into mine.

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Silent Thoughts

There’s no easy way to say this but it needs to be said

I’d love you more than myself, no questions to be asked

As much as it pains me you have the right to know

That my love for you is fading with no room to grow

Little do you notice how much I sacrifice, and little do you care

I want to call it quits because my heart has had enough to spare

Emotional you call me, hurt is what I see

Consuming toxins into my body ,and shaping me into the person I promised not to be

Ashamed to see my own reflection because I know she is not me

There’s no one to blame but my obsessed love for what we use to be

Talking can’t save us, we’ve tried many times before

Only God know’s the faith of our realtionship and if it’s worth the chore

So let me be blunt, I’ll try not to offend

I’m close to ending it all, just to be happy again

He Unkown

He is unknown.

 An equation that can’t be explained.

 He has no definition.

 All but a sense of emotions that can’t be obtained.

 He’s the one.

 The one we just can’t seem to be without.

 He’s blind.

 Of sex, color and race.

 There are no expectations with him.

 No manual to be studied.

 He comes with no warning.

 Quietly.

As if the sound of space.

 Deadly.

 As a broken heart.

 There is no path of escape from him.

 He clings on to every memory we acquire.

 Every heartache we pray to end.

 He is one of many faces.

 Disguises himself in many forms.

 This painful unknown.

 He whom we can’t live without.

 Truly is, the nativity of love.

I Am

I am the words on this paper which I write

Each line that forms expressing my life.

I am the emptiness in the mirror with no reflection.

The plies of makeup with no complexion.

The skin that bares my own identity

Instantly judged from those who look at me.

I am not the symbol of beauty, nor the idea of perfection.

Statically stated I am the cause of infection.

Characterized as absence of light,

But constantly harassed when walking home at night.

The horrid glances over the shoulder,

And the tight grip of a mother’s hand as I begin to walk closer.

I am the face that displays when disaster strikes.

The donation change asked for at the register.

Each coin a piece of who I am.

The journey of which society thinks I follow.

I am more than the nine o’clock news,

More than a projectile in a metal casing.

I am the physical strength of a force exerted.

A member of the Negroid race.

I am.

Words

 

I glare at this empty paper, with so many words waiting to pour out.

 Emptiness swallows me whole.

 My own thoughts, tormented.

 Ashamed of her.

 I

 The filth who types these letters.

 These words.

 Incapable.

 Disgusted.

 Me.

 A shattered piece of glass,

 Crumbled for life.

 No longer will this empty paper be my shelter.

 These words.

 No longer shall I walk its path.

 Its solution of escape.

 My lost thoughts, are my unspoken words.

 Trapped.

 Deceased.

 I glare upon this empty paper

 Waiting.

 For my words to be discovered.