High Walls and Open Spaces

This is for the forgotten and bloody, yet unbroken.

We keep our hands up straight, unstained

Under this skin, we find that conflict of nonexistence

Treading an imaginary path of notes sustained.

 We will never get tired of searching

of things we cannot have

When pain takes a whole different meaning

as something we can’t live without.

We feel alive with each time our hearts broke

and letting us die as our minds choke

in silence brought by the chills of open doors

curling the wisps of smoke with unfair scores.

Then everyone around that sees couldn’t believe

leading to be ridiculed for everyone to see

the pitiful image of a coward’s weep

as the tears fall beside the people’s spits.

The art of never letting go

And if we’re stranded inside this solace

of rhymes woven by yellow bricks of maze,

I’ll hold your hands even beyond my reach

if my words fail to catch what I beseech.

As I write, the wisps of your breath are far,

so I’ll place these phrases inside a jar

and preserve the letters this heart once felt;

on the sight if your portraits, I have crept.

And in times of despair, I’ll still suffer

from the words I imposed upon myself,

when all of these, it’s you I remember

to cast your soul off my enticing shelf.

This won’t be the last time I’ll write for her,

and even now, for ever and never.

A Drop of Pleasure

I fail to see the signs.

Slowly I feel the ground vanish

beneath my feet as I collect

your portrait of memories

I once shattered in anguish.

 

Free-falling in the air

through the gallery of your smiles.

A bottomless place I crafted.

Your permanent place in my head.

Yet your presence is absent.

 

As I go deeper,

The light in your eyes didn’t fade.

The air that cushions around me

turns to pain and longing

knowing I couldn’t touch your hair

nor hear you speak behind that canvas

of embedded paint

of the color red and black.

 

As I hit the earth

with solitude

arms outstretched,

reaching the paintings,

grasping my dreams.

 

My body lying lifeless,

wishing to fall back.

I stood against the pain, smiling

and prepare myself to do this once again.