Sounds In My Brain- A Nonsensical Poem by Brandon Brooksby

erb gurb floom doom,
grubble bubble snoot,
kree um sawee fwum,
argle narggle dox.

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By: Brandon Brooksby

V feel like there are

Apposite

Apposing

Sorces at work here,

V don’t want to be the bent fork,

Ghe one you fear I will be,

Put you feel so far

Met so near

Ond familiar to me

Ghat our collision seems tu brief

Olthough I should like it to

Xinger

Vn gravity

Sor eternity.

Orange Lights

Orange light passes slowly on; as a slow brook passes an even slower traveler on his melancholy way through life.
The light came from shapes, out of focus to the stranger, trudging the late streets of night; large ominous,omniscient,and oppressive poles, stalking the wanderer on his way.
Was it the light that passed, or was it he?
The lone figure couldn't tell.
Alone was this shape, a shadow of potential seen only by The Divine.
They marched, as death, alongside the traveler, these lights did, but no one took notice, save the broken soul, alone.

Walking through pain, walking through sorrow, walking through Hell, walking to no tomorrow.
These orange lights kept drifting by, with maddening persistence,
and even still more maddening slowness and sureness of their path.
On and on and on and on.
Black, then orange light, slowly...slowly..brighter..and brighter..
fading now..a bit more...almost gone......
black again.
Over and over the pattern repeats.
Again and again, the saddened walker moves slowly from dark blackness,
to bright orangeness, and back again into black.
So slow that he could barely breathe,
so slow that he could barley see,
so slow that the movement felt like stillness, and the stillness like movement.
Until the dawn came.
And only the God of creation,all,
knows where this poor soul will go,
and from where the saddened traveler came.

Bee Farm

Short Story
By: Brandon Brooksby
When I was a little lad, life was idyllic, for the most part. I worked on a bee farm with purple pants on every day (the mere fact that I had pants on, in the first place was good). Those bees were so friendly. We passed the time baking pies in organic ovens, heated by the core of the Earth; Oh such pies we made!
The bees lovingly excreted their honey upon these pies, so eating these pies was much like eating my friends.
I've always wanted to eat my friends, they seem so scrumptious in only the way that friends can.
On this lovely fall afternoon I resisted the urge no longer, and took a bite into my nearest bee friend, Eric. Shrieks tore through the air, like air-raid sirens. The other bees swarmed the air, fleeing every which way. They swarmed This way and That way, Up and Down, Side to Side, and all sorts of directions in the 4th and 5th dimensions. The swarming was like watching Nazis Germany franticly trying to find the spatula, in a not very well maintained kitchen, before the Führer came in for breakfast, demanding his morning eggs. Then the chaos began to take form, and the bees soon settled into a hideous dragon; claws, jaws, and all, smiling wickedly at me. It's skin was alive and buzzing a low, ferocious buzz.
"My Friends," I cried," let me apologies for my horrible crime, I lost myself in the excitement of the moment. My fuzzy little friend just seemed so satisfyingly scrumptious that I forgot that it is not socially acceptable to eat one's friends."
The buzzing didn't lessen one bit.
"'Socially Acceptable ?!" That doesn't even begin to scratch the surface! The injustice of this abhorred sin is grossly being overlooked by your perverted mind," the bee-dragon belched.
"Well, I'm sure I meant no offence by it," I began.--
"What you meant, and didn't 'meant' has got nothing to do with it," interrupted the bees. "The fact that you meant no offence does not change the fact that your actions have greatlyoffended us!"
"That's your fault, not mine. You can choose not to be offended, you know," was my response.
"Nonsense, in this instance we have no choice. We must be offended or else more injustice like this will happen to us," one bee replied.
"What other offenses?!" I argued.
"Your people have always treated us inferior, and we are done putting up with it," shouted another bee. A general murmur from the bees followed this remark.
"What about the injustice your people show mine, or better yet the injustice your people show to others of your kind? Humans are not the only offenders in this, surely you can see that, or are you so blinded by your hate that you refuse to see it?" I retorted.
"No, we are fighting against the hate that the humans have towards us. The only actions we can take are being offended and a general outcry of media and lawsuits against all damages against us," the bees proclaimed.
"This is getting quite out of control," I stated," and I've had enough. Let's make peace and be friends again."
"Are you crazy? We'd make a lot less money off of you guys if we did that," came a response from the crowd.
"Money?! This is about money?!" I yelled incredulously.
"Indeed not! It is about correcting the wrongs that society has placed on us from the beginning," replied a bee.
"And to get enough money off of you and the government as to make sure we don't have to fill another bottle of honey in our lifetime," added another.
"This is heading south quickly," I muttered to myself. And with that I walked away and thought about how stupid working on a bee farm really was, and how much I loathed those purple pants.

Poetry&Quotes

Parting Words:
By: Brandon Brooksby



The music's looping chords

fill my heart with vain ambitions of love.


love;
I live so far from you,


love;
you are my mind's lonely invention,


love;
you are the figment lurking in my shadow.


Leap across my wall
and fall into the stars,
or yet, be thee imprisoned into the depth;
I will never be caught in thy woeful trap again.


I resign you to a name of contempt;
you never are, and never will be.
Thou willn't be constrained by my renaissance ideals,
nor will I to yours,
so fare you well my bitter friend
our paths may meet before the coming dawn's end.




Is anyone there?
By: Brandon Brooksby



I feel alone,
Helpless, and abandoned
Lost in darkness with no one to hear my cry.
Have you felt the icy solitude of being alone in a crowded room,
Miles of people smiling at themselves and at no one else,
I feel that I could drop dead and no one would see, no one would notice,
They all would just go on laughing at themselves and trying to have everyone get a good look at them.
The truth is,
no matter how much I tell myself that I can revile in the empty abyss of my state of feeling,
I really am torn into the depths of a forsaken nightmare;
Each second ticking, ticking, ticking,
Into an endless echo of rushed silence.
And I go on with my head hung low because I am walking in the catwalk that is sunk beneath the crowd,
When will I wake up?
When will I find a friend that is not all about the silliness of themselves,
Who actually Cares about what is being said, and not just listens just to spew out a comical response that issues smiles back at Them.
I am alone.
Sophistication is nowhere and I feel beneath the population of the majority.
Am I the only person who actually listens to what is being said, takes it into thought and savors its taste in the intellectual process of conversation? Am I alone in humanity; the last not to be devoured by the acidic poison which decomposes the lost souls in 'Technology'? Stand I separate from the world because I stop to take in life, the energy from all surrounding objects, the view, the sounds, instead of robotically obeying the impulsive addiction of typing quick, meaningless replies?
The scourge of texting, ipods, video games, and social internet sites leave me human in an inhumane world, with myself as my only companion; except that I don't stand by me, I can't, what worth have I that I can say that I am a good companion to have? Results for the numbers of intellectual and close friendships that I possess will show you that I am obviously not a great person to get close to, so why should I be my own friend, if no one can be my friend?
…SO here I stand, stripped, and broken;
side by side,
my me and my wanted me,
my Ying and Yang,
except I walk away, and am torn in two.
My dreams are crushed, my life is useless, my skills are null, my heart is broken, my mind is scrambled, my days are empty, my God is offended, my friends are distant acquaintances, my family acts alien, and I don't know who I am, or what I stand for anymore, or at least what I Can stand for.
My mind is open, the world is closed, my arms are stretched forth, but I am left in an abandoned wasteland, barren and dry, to fulfill my endless torment, to reach for the stars with stunted arms, and with blurry eyes.
I am alone.




"art is a sophistication of emotion, life; the conscious, and the unconscious in a symbiotic relationship to form a higher degree of self and world awareness."
-Brandon Brooksby (7-19-10)






The Apple
By: Brandon Brooksby



Once in my hands,
I did entreat,
This tender apple
I did eat
Oh glorious glory!
Devine Defeat!
What joy is mine,
Since this apple I did eat.
It's looks are beauty,
Her taste is sweet;
An angel from heaven
Before my feet.
Her leaf is gold
Her skin a rosy red,
The tang she gives
Comes to such a bitter end.
For no time have I,
Tomorrow's spent
Now memories are all I have,
The joy,
Her love,
Have caught me in her net,
The passage through my life she has made,
Left only the intrinsic scar;
Of Her sweet but now bitter
Everlasting serenade.
And now the place she goes is so far away,
That true happiness will not be,
For my heart will be in haunt
And my heart in dismay.
Her tender touch,
Her always lovely laugh,
That melt the ice away
From all the painful years past.
This apple is one of a kind to me,
A princess of divinity,
My muse has she been
And forever will be.
Whenever I feel love,
Feel happiness
And peace,
I know that her spirit is resting beside me.
And I will look to the stars and call out her name
Hoping a falling star will carry my message
To her from me;
To the Apple
From the Tree.




Only You
By: Brandon Brooksby


The Trails cross at dawn
and I'm led from the stockade,
so many opportunities
gone,
my mouth was taped in shade.


And now when time is running away
My mind is only of you.
Desire;
to stop the clock,
to spend a lifetime with you,
laying under the moon
and all the stars in the sky.


I lay in the grass
And you are by my side
The serenity of your touch,
the first Tranquility for Time,
Can not the clocks stop the sickening act,
Time winding down;
The pendulum drop continues on and on,
Can not the world just stop?




We will run from time,
Hand in hand,
Heart entwined with heart,
Down the lush causeways
Into the forest; that is love
where time cannot find,
where no man can follow,
into the great abyss of mercy
to be only with You.




Perpetual
By: Brandon Brooksby


When the Lights are turned Off
The Night Sky will
Dim
And fade into Black,
With no points to pin,
All of eternity will have
No fire within.
The centuries reborn will extinguish in time,
For my Love has gone
A loss,
For all things Sublime.
And yet my love shall always be;
A celestial fire burning
Forever and ever
In perpetuity.




Lost
By: Brandon Brooksby


When,
when will it come,
the day of dread?
the day I lose the one I love
with all my soul so dear.
A dew drop breaks
Free from sight,
it's salty taste lingers
in the Air.
My most avid fear;
the reality that you won't always
be Here.
I love you so fully
with a heart so unprepared,
I've fallen for you,
the girl,
for who you are
the one I will always see
Although you
May never see me.




Hemisphere
By: Brandon Brooksby


We lay in close proximity,
and yet are worlds are Hemispheres
Apart.
My heart pounds
In rhythm for you,
I shyly wish to kiss your tender lips,
But only the stillness of the night stirs.
Only a ghost you will soon be,
Lingering, Haunting;
My most beautiful memory.
And my thoughts shall flee
to the place where you reside,
Across the Ocean,
and behind closed doors to my eyes.
The stars will guard you for me
yet in my world the sky will turn black
from the loss of its one directional star
who is to her home suddenly called back;
when I look into the vastness of the nighttime sky
and in solitude there I stand,
Wishing I was with you
Standing hand in hand.




Immortal


By: Brandon Brooksby


( Dedicated to my dear friend Mia Melo )


We ran up the clock
foreboding your memories,
in violet twilights
hanging on the horizon.


The seconds we found
tightened the noose that's wound
around my swollen heart.


You are the spring time lily,
the orchid tree in bloom,
each time the wind blows your hair
it reaffirms my faith.


In brilliant white,
You slay the night,
Perpetual in the melody.


Will you remember
the days gone
when you are far away?


The success you'll find,
the happy times,
the life you live each day.


The moons lilac face
assures me of your role in this life,
to lift the world on high,
to take each challenge with your smile,
and watch them melt away.


Oh glorious girl,
who hath wrote Thine woes,
or scribbled down your wishes
malodorous as a wilted rose?


Nay!
Forever is your Beauty
and your happiness alike,
for You are Love
in form and definition.


The wars of ages past are silenced
with only a hushed whisper of your
tender rendition.


When in present,
my love,
a heart in light
focused on you,
burns in secret halls,
and bitter is the parting
imminent and foreboding,
that drops the hangman to the street.


The stormy gall
Violently throws the Sea,


Yet memory will hold you in
and Immortal you will be.


And the sun will beam
and the stars will gleam
all from your sojourn in my life
and if fate will have it
I pray our paths will meet again.




My Hunt for Virtue


in My arms
and in my Heart,
in my eyes alone,
far from the vainness
in such shallow streams


Drink Deep
my Love.
The pool
has no end.


Lay your head
on my shoulder
as we sit and ponder
Together
in all of natures vast grandeurs.


All I wish is to have you
have you alone


Where our hearts can meet
without the eyes
of the Hawks and Vultures,
lurking in their dark holes,
that desecrate the body of all that is Beautiful.
They caused the carcass,
They killed its innocence,
murdered in the Dark of the Night.


But You and I rekindle its everlasting light.


As our eyes meet
so do the heavens and the stars,
a solar serenade
that sooths the soul.


Listen to its music
and you will hear
the sweet confirmation
of the hearts inclination
and pull towards
the beautiful,
the fair,
the true,
it pulls towards
You.




He Set Me Free


Oh the rapture that fills my soul
To dream,
To think,
That my redeemer died for me
That my sins no more
Will enslave me
That the glories of heaven
And the mercies of God
Will set me free.
Will set me free.


Then out of my ashes
My Lord extends to me
His arm,
His hand
To save my burning being
From mine iniquities
With his grace I am saved
And forever
I'll sing his praise.
He set Me Free.




Waves of You (Electricity)


I am lost in the waves
of this Magnetic field,
where everything is North,
yet nothing is.


everything here is Dead
but has life,


can't speak,
although possesses voice,


is Broken,
but Loves with Immeasurable
Electricity.


Afar off a television's static'd screen
powers down only to reengage in its task
of devoted obedience unto the sea.


Wires connecting the continents
can't quite span the gap between
You and I.


Where under the umbrage
You sit in content,


whilst I settle the noose,
in tranquil airwaves,
and commit to the genocide;
O' Loves Great Doom!
The Heart can't take in
such an illustrious gloom
so to the Depths go I,
to look to the sky,
and to Dream of your unascertainable love
in the Hell
that claims the chains of mine
into the Cold and Clammy Wall.




Mine Sorrow


Oh this devilish deed I do
does wrong by me.
the Tender emotions
raw and sincere
Within the touch the sense
is lost
though for a moment the synapses
stirred from their slumber of woe
and despair.




"Though the war consumed my world; I will never stop loving You."
-Brandon Brooksby 2/13/2010




"My ash-swept heart fills with sorrow;
I wish I could have you in my arms at, this,
the time of my inner vendetta."
-Brandon Brooksby 2/12/2010




"You will be found in the dizzy doldrums of my heart."
-Brandon Brooksby 2/11/2010




Tin Man:


Within this Tin Man heart
silence resounds
and in it's echoes
you can be found;
the blend of tears and spinal cords
begin the bread-crumb trail
meandering
into my Solemn Corridors.


With anticipation
the sky turns cold,
ne'er a sun to rise
to scorch the horizons
of it's brilliant skies.


Vast blackness calls my name
and consumes all things tangible,
yet the stars which ought not to be lit
burn with splendid shine.


The dreams, here,
are Endlessly bitter with
barbaric naive
and hope.


In this solitude
my deepest desires
are found decimated
and their trafficked fantasies;
spider webs of poison
in intertwining spread;
Your hand in mine
our lips in tender touch;
This perfect little insect
quickly succumbs into the
pit,
swung about in orbit
and stuck in merciless pitch
that doth entreat a harmless beauty
into my
defeat.




Oh, if I were a Caterpillar, I'd climb inside of your ear, and just let the world disappear."
-Brandon Brooksby 2/4/2010




Ye Are Found:


the Clouds Converge
and my Heart is skeptically cold.
the last,
fading
rays of moonlight
are covered o'er,
swallowed whole;
the memory of
your reflection
erased in the night sky.
the awe-inspiring beauty
instilled by the place;
desolate
despair
not a hope for Grace,
and the Devil's Angels wept
whilst they held my chains,
marching me down
to the valley of my demise.
Standing
Weary and Alone.
as Flew a vulture
in his sickening,
cylindrical path,
so stayed I
With my Soul spread on the Ground
in such a way
That my Father looked Down
In Compassion he says,
"my son,
Ye are Found."




"With film, I have the power to create worlds, take lives, and make lives, find love,
create emotion, resolve the impossible, and dream. I get to see this go from an abstract thought
, to a rough treatment in words, to organized writing, then into sketches, then into people,
and onto the screen, then into music, and finally the dream becomes a tangible reality."
-Brandon Brooksby




Butterflies of the Heart:


The caterpillars run in place
and my sky is faced upside down
once they dropped the light,
and your eyes looked up from the ground,
I then knew for what I was destined,
and then in your heart i was found.




The Feelings of Yesterday:


I misplaced my heart,
it's nowhere to be found,
it's not with my head;
in the clouds,
or with my ego;
beneath the ground,
i left it in your hands,
i still see the stains of where it used to lay,
oh the sweet memories of feelings;
feelings of yesterday.




Our Garden:


Often my mind turns to the solace of your memory
and my heart begins to race

All at once i'm no longer grounded
i'm Sailing high
Flying free
Towards your embrace

I'm out of breath
parched of air
And your presence is the sweet oxygen
that fuses around me

Sweet dreams plague my mind
imaginations flood freely
in all of my most dear meditations
I take in breath and breathe in deeply

Intoxicating dreams
Time is a blur,
an unruly limitation.

I stop to look around
and all i see
is You and Me
nothing within sight of this Garden
of Adam and Eve

Down at my chest
I give you what once was mine

I will staple yours;
Mend and remedy.

In tender emotion
lay your faith in me

I lay my mask aside
and surrender so sweetly
exposed in a flash
my feelings shown completely

oh Beautiful,
Wonderful lady
wilt thou give your mask unto me?

Lay down your defenses
if you can
all i ask is for you to love in my love,
to embrace and complete me.




Masked:


You wear my mask so sweetly,
the mask of my heart.
You intruded on sleeper grounds,
kept from public eyes to stop the start.
Masked in,
Caged in,
My prison,
my Hell.
My joy,
my worry.
longing lost,
locked,
deep in my cell.




Those Who Would Support It:


when it's not what They like
They bring up a different point
that establishes Their power
and discourages other ideas.


the silence is spawned,
the Fear reaffirmed.
realization takes its place
Their mind is set
you Don't have a vote,
the illusion you do
keeps you in line,
revolt!
speak out!
stop this dastardly crime!


the cliché can't be stopped
Those who would destroy it
further its influence
then creativity is lost,
dropped,
and discouraged,


even by Them;
Those who would support it.




Catch Me (Hole):


My heart is without a pulse when you're away,
The faint whisper of a beat is discerned,
By the dulcet memory of being with you.


The pain of an unsaid hello,
The agony in silence,
I lay curled,
Clutching my chest.


Hope is dim,
A hole in my heart,
The continual flood of feelings,


I wish to dam the flow,
Or that your love could pour inside,
And make me whole.


A tear shed secretly,
A prayer re-prayed faithfully,
A wish re-wished humbly,
A hope re-hoped earnestly.
A dream re-dreamed with bitter-sweet dolor.


A second tear falls,
The hole is deeper,
The hole is wider,
My heart is yours.


The expanse of the hole at my feet;


I jump,
Falling,
Waiting,
Wanting,
To fly into your arms,
To be whole again,
To be with you,


Stretch forth your arms,
Catch me,
I am falling,
For you,
To make you happy,
To make you loved,
To give you the sudden rush,
From the racing of your heart.


Catch me,
Please.




My Attempt:


The eternal expanse,
As far as the eye can see.
Beauty's reason of envy,
Standing here with me.
In yellow,
Her radiance grows


She stands in wait,
But the embarrassment and nerves
Void the urge to decant my feelings.
I Walk away,
Defeated, depressed, dismayed.


I linger a moment to catch Her,
I hesitate,
She slips through.
Her elegance stuns me,
And renders my head and my heart useless.


Time's slow traipse.


I rush to meet her,
I tarry for an endless moment,
She walks out and away,
I let Her go,
Feeling stupid and self-betrayed.


Tomorrow.
My resolve for tomorrow
Brings forth a fear of saying "tomorrow", tomorrow.


Will this anvil ever be eased from off my chest?
Or must my lungs be compressed until,
All ruminants of air have been coerced.




In Pursuit of the Sun:


The tree extends his branches toward the sky,
Yearning for the Sun's warm embrace.
Such a goal! To reach to that great height,
Would be an enormous feat, that would send his heart soaring.
The tree dreams, wishes, and prays,
That he could come closer to the Sun's loving rays.
To him the Sun seems incomparably far away,
So very high up above.
When the tree is in the darkness of twilight,
He looks skyward at the endless heavens,
Where once was the one he loves.
The hole in his body throbs and burns,
And longs to see the Sun once again.
"How sweet it would be," He thinks,
"To have the Sun fill this hole and radiate its warmth from inside me.


The night passes on and the dawn dawns,
Upon the darkest darkness of the night's night.
Her light suffuses the vault of heaven.
The rays that fleet down to meet the tree temporarily heals the ache.
The tree longs to go with the Sun.
He wishes to stay in its light, its warmth, in its world,
But His roots hold him to the ground.
As the tree stretches desperately toward the sky,
His hope is obscured as the Sun murmurs a 'Goodbye',
And sets behind the horizon.
The tree anticipates the Sun's rising,
But the darkness in insufferably long.
The whole in the Tree's body hurts once again.




Running From My Problems:


The more I run,
the less I have to decide,


Yet the more I run,
the more I feel undefined.


Running in no direction,
Running but not advancing a yard,


Running in place, or in circles,
Running away brings no closure,
just a more empty heart.


To bad the One I am running from,
may be the one to make me leave my troubles behind.


I'll run no longer, I won't ever hide,
Life is too precious, to suppress my love inside.




Sanctuary:


The greatest darkness comes before the most Lustrous Light,
I relinquish my heart,
although I contend to forbear it.
I decide not my own fate,
but watch it cascade down a precipice
into a small grove,
wherein lies my eternal peace.

Perhaps I am cut out for a joyous denouement,
I wish I might,
find my safe haven with her,
to rest my soul's misfortune,
and find,
through her,
my hearts ever-lasting light.

Sanctuary.




Thoughts: A Walk in the Storm:


Alone,
in the dark,
but not.

Close,
yet far,
I endure striving.

In my head,
in my heart,
no use resisting.

I try,
so hard,
she's unwavering.

I flirt,
I unmask myself tactfully,
can I ever steal Her Heart?

The peaceful tranquility about the storm is dreamlike, and sends my heart asunder.
As if for a moment,
I would never awake,
My heart jumps,
It jolts,
it's about to break.
I win, I loose; I gain everything or nothing.

I see afar,
HOPE RISING.




Uncompleted Thoughts of Today:


Feeling:

My heart races,
My checks blush,
My stomach tightens,
My thoughts rush.

Thoughts:

I toss,
I turn,
Sleep is lost

Other Thoughts:

I Love your smile,
Your voice,
And everything about you,
Makes my heart race a race,
That I can only Hope to Begin,
Let alone to Win.

Conclusion:

These are my uncompleted thoughts for today,
my bleeding out my love,
exhausts and dismays.




Hope- at Lunch, an unlikely place I know:


The frosting is flung,
delectable deserts fly.
A smile,
A Moment;
an Eternity.

Excitement, Thrill,
a Smile, a blink,
faint twang of Hope.
A Laugh,
Music to make an Angle Weep.

Perfection,
My heart's second half.
a Moment to cherish,
to Cling to.
a Moment of Hope.
A Smile, A Laugh, A Feeling, A Wish.




Eternal Music:


To one who's voice is sweeter than the night birds' songs,
singing us into a peaceful slumber,
where, in Accord,
our hearts meet in a beautiful Chord.

My heartstrings play,
Oh bittersweet minuet.

A Fortissimo Forte,
Still crescendoing.

The violin's sombering cry,
The cello's underling dismal tones.

My maestro conducts the score,
My Heart.

You are my Maestro,
the one who controls my heart's song.

If only my maestro knew the sweet music she makes me feel,
the music of an ever-racing heart.

Never in this score of music will you find a rest,
not even a place to take a breath.

Every measure, every minute,
is a melodic longing for Her.

A longing for her symphony to be One with mine,
She and I being the maestros of one another's hearts.

Eternal Music.




My Dreams of Late: Running:


I run every night,
I seek refuge,
My heart pounds,
I am falling,
farther and farther,
my thoughts turn to you,
as I fall for you,
as I run to you,
as I seek refuge in your heart.




Angelic Smile:


Her smile melts the ice,
the fears,
the World.

Peace, Tranquility, Serenity, Heaven,
vivaciously existing within one Angelic smile,
the smile that robs me of my heart,
and leaves me longing for Her's.

Every breath,
Every beat,
Every thought.

A name that whispers through the wind,
that brings the new day,
and makes my heart take wing at the dawn's first light.


I Fly,

Through the trees, the clouds, the stars,
The ground is so far below,
yet You are up so high,
lend me your heart,
even if for a while,
give me a chance,
to make you see My Angelic Smile.




Waiting:


Waiting,
falling, head over hills,
waiting,
for a sheer drop,
or an ascent?
Can one wait,
or even survive,
without their heart?
Without as much as a hint or a hope,
to survive,
to breath,
to live,
to see their unsleeping dreams become an unsleeping reality.
Waiting...
Wishing..