Jawertae

She leaves footprints wherever she goes and I follow. breadcrumbs to make my way to her. I walk in circles for hours in my mind, looking. I am always looking. my hopelessness gives way to grief. to heartbreak. to madness. but all in an instant I remember what she said. I remember what she thinks of me. my fear and longing is replaced. so easily replaced by the abundance of good. by the abundance of bliss. my love gives way to kindness. to compassion. to empathy. and all in an instant I remember who she is. I remember what I think of her. my bliss and love are everpresent. my fear. my longing. they are forlorn. so easily replaced by the abunda

She tells me she's angry that she can see only red. she get's so fed up. with the fire in her head. It reaps all her thoughts. It chokes out her mind. She wants to put them out but their source is hard to find. She tells me this with teary eyes and anger in her voice. as her voice trembles she struggles to make a choice. "Don't fret, my darling, it's all alright We'll put it off until another night" but she doesn't hear me the rage insists she can't get back to when the flame didn't exist. "Take my hand, don't be afraid just listen to the words I say." but she can't she's too wound up. the embers rage and her words burn up. But it's ok. I und

Have you ever watched someone drown? Seen the life fade from their eyes? They are kicking and screaming, but then they eventually die. It's all a subtle show, as their gasping for air. They begin reaching out for those who aren't even there. Well I'm huffing and I'm puffing, and I'm waving my arms. Through eternity I panic for you, I shout my alarms. You look back but you don't see me, because I'm not really there! You turn around and there you find me, then we're caught in a stare. You don't know it but you're drowning, and I'm trying to help. I'm out of reach and out of mind but mine is the push that you felt. Toward the shore you dawdle in

Righteous: The Tale of Jace Topeka, Marshal of Jarbidge, Nevada One night a nice and righteous man, while looking me in the eye, told me that he deserved to live and that I deserved to die. I nodded and agreed with him, and then I turned away. I pretended to ignore the man as he began to pray. I turned to him and smiled, a sad man's smile, truly. I placed my gun into his mouth and that's what shocked him throughly. "I am not a wicked man, my job I do hold dear. I am just a hired gun, a man who deserves your fear" He just smiled back at me with eyes a solemn gray. "your life is not an honest one and enemies you do make. I thirst to tell you

my ethereal beauty.... why do you vex me so? I know not what you think I know now what you sew. Think of me as a beggar but don't think of me as poor I understand that you don't like me but you, I only adore. I will beg you for your mercy, it seems I am begging for your love. you only reject me with complacence, yet I can still feel you above. your words are always soothing my words, all they do is harm. but even when I try my best you always see through my charm. I don't know if I am transparent I don't know if it is only to you. but you can always judge me and your judgment is always true. so now you understand, I know

what am I now? am I myself? am I something I didn't wanna be? who is she? who is he? are they supposed to be me? I think im just confused because everyone seems the same. Cruel is the World, so I hold the world to blame. but thats ignorant, a simple absurdity. I see now I am the world. I am the world. he is the world. she is the world. you are the world. we are the world. and if I am he, and you are she, and together we are we, then me and you are the world. so can't you see why you change it's not the crime, it's not the time, its simply us, or we if you'd rather. these thoughts are odd they are relatively new so

It is not the grand gesture nor is it the quiet talks. it is not the way you smile nor is it the way you walk. It cant be the way you love me certainly not the way you hate I can't be with you now So of course it can't be fate What makes me love you? maybe it's because I can never have you maybe it is because I never will perhaps I enjoy the pain you bring me the pain that I ALWAYS feel maybe its the walks you take with me the ones I used to take by myself not the ones I take on feet but the ones through the valley of the shadow of death could it be the way you laugh? or even the way you cry? the way you always bring me bac

As I sit here on this mountain top looking at yours I feel no flame I can see yours in the distance giving warmth to noone but yourself will you share it with me? give me a bit of my own? surely this is a question I must ask you, but what of my being? here now I will freeze, surely to death. There I will flourish as you are. But the frosty valley below will surely take my life the same as staying here shall I just observe your flame from afar? freezing to death or shall I give up its beauty and make a run into the valley, a chance to get to you? I state it to be fact now as my tears begin to freeze on my cheek I will die no matter w