VermilionIris

The room Was too dark to see anything Except her silhouette Placed neatly in his arms. He heard the rhythm Of the wind on the panes of windows, He could feel The vibration of unseen footsteps that echoed through time, Could feel her Soul, her heart beat, and breathe Playing In paradoxical tunes. Silenence's return Was made when the hardwood floor creaked cooly. This happened each night, A symphony heard with closed eyes, And he would fall into sleep, Holding her Becoming her silhouette, Dreaming of ways to make her symphony everlasting.

Screams echoed off me and filled every part of my insides. Terrifying screams that made the world outside seem utterly quiet. I felt the pressure of her foot beating down upon me, and felt myself trying to stop the hot burn of the pavement melting rubber. I could smell my own self being burned, my skin being left behind on the smooth asphalt, the quiet world outside was penetrated by my own screams. They braced themselves with closed eyes and tightened muscles. I watched as we glided towards each other in slow motion. Before we made contact it seemed that there was a universal silence in which the world inside of me took a deep breath, and i

Back To my old Playing fields Feels good To have a secret That bleeds The truth Only For Me The Only Thing Trusted Is the Constant Pain You've Created It feels Good To look Back And say A Good Bye I am Taking the fields Of red Dreams With me And You Can't Be there To watch The splendor Of my Decent I'll make My Own Beautiful. Harmonious Horizon . With A Seductive Taste For Death I'll be Your Goddess Your Aphrodite I'll Leave And Take My Fields Of Blue Burns And Red Dreams. You Don't Exist Here I'll Cut Away The Part Of You That Be

I try to make the words flow, To find a way to make them go. Planting aimless words that will grow Into a miraculous healing garden. But in my case- The sword is stronger than this pen. I try to make the words perfect, Each in each place. Struggling to make cacophony into grace. As I trace Lines into my arms Like my words are my scars, Leaving you a little disturbed, Completely forgetable Almost always unheard. I try to use this paper as a release. Cutting through white pages with black ink. Trying to make pain into peace. I try to use this pen as a release, But that knife is a tease. My cuts are decisively made- li

The Sun Gracefully Dances in the green. Playing Hide and Seek With the Shadows Of Yesterday's dreams. Magically changing Green into golden Shades of red That wither and Inevitabaly end. The Sun Fights the Moon Whom is peacefully Disappearing Into the reality of the day. Being transformed transparent By the vivacity of the Sun's ways.

not yet, but can you dream it the moments when you  are so far from me i'll be with you so come my way and together we can stay and from then on the dreams will no longer be let them fade away and i dream of you every night and i'll be with you but not now i've got a journey ahead and you can't hear me so come my way and some day i'll leave with you and come close to me so i'll never miss a beat but now we leave a world apart and i pray for you and only you night and day again and again can you dream of you and me cause i have wandered away and now my heart has gone astray again can you feel it the distance is m