Autumn RecurrenceAutumn RecurrenceOnce again I must let goI cannot take this painI'm sorry heart to put you downAnd hold your passion shame.
Far Off Memory "I don't wanna fight you." A dark hooded figure shouted out into the rain. Facing him on the other side of the dark alley stood a spiky blond haired boy, his hair now starting to flatten from the downpour, wielding a keyblade and ready to strike if the other man made any move. He was terrified by the sudden appearance of the strange man, but he didn't let it show. However, the man in the trench coat just stood there, not at all alarmed by the sight of the boy with the Keyblade. "Roxas...." The man lifted off his hood to reveal bright red spiked hair and a emerald-eyed face with the distinct feature of a short line tattooed under each eye. "Remember me?" He said with a tint of annoyance in his voice. Roxas lowered his keyblade and looked deep into those burning green eyes. He saw many th
PatiencePatienceI glide across the streetpicking up speed along side the windour fear screams at us to go fasterto escape this dark I so foolishly cravedrushing out the front doorsoon feeling quite lonely and frightened.Heart fiercely pumping blood through my veinsthe Sky and I let rivers flowDown from our clouded eyes.We mourn for you,the bright lights in our livesWe run for you,for hope of finding your shine tomorrowin hope that time will fly faster and fasteras we do.Roaring in frustration,I echo the eternal darkness above meAnd I hit the groundAnd my face and lungs stingAnd I lay in defeatAnd I know......There's nothing to fearThe night and Iwe lay real still and heavyOur breath dying away.....then the thought of youAs bright and sharp as lightning lit up my mindAnd I opened my eyesRested and relaxedI knew once again I had been foolishWe had to wait.The clouds melting awayI could see the starry nightI felt no fear, only excitementas the stars slowly faded
I Can Feel ItI'm staring the wrong directionWearing the wrong clothes.Holding the wrong handHolding her close.I can feel itripping through my chest.Unstoppable feelings, Unstoppable thoughtsYet I feel it's my faultI did not choose this.Unstoppable words, Unstoppable movementsShould I feel ashamedof my drawing on the wallBeside my bed above my headSo I might sleep once more tonightI can feel itFilling me with guiltTo rub it in my face,I wake up alone.Unstoppable feelings, Unstoppable thoughtsI cannot choose thisIt's not my faultUnstoppable words, unstoppable movementsIs this wrong?Should I lie?Or should I burn locked at the thighs?
Oh, But I Really Did, HonestlyI Didn't Miss YouWell, here I am again12 and laterIn my self sufferingby my self all aloneIn my darknessIn the darkWaxy white glowing redLike her heartSweet and painfulAnd not mine.And I can't believeI spent every nightSo pitifulAs I am nowWriting digital poetryMuch like I am nowI didn't ask for this to come back.
It Really Isn't That BadIt Really Isn't That BadIt's okayFits make no senseFat and stubby animals are cuteSat down to take a breakSought out my skinny childThought I saw him smileHot weather makes people happyHats keep the sun more or less awayThat's what I love moreThan being sucked dry by sweatThen I remember it's okayFallen up to where I belongStolen is your responseStop lying you're wrongSnap out of it, it's okaySnip off the rough edgesSniff the flowersSift through every wordLift off the lidLite the candleIt is brightI can now see.
Long title wouldn't fit waaaaaPlease, Stop It. You're Scaring Me.Is it real?Why don't you open your eyes.Stop asking meYou already know the answersas to whyIt can be drawnFits in goes down be goneSplattering acid on the helplessWhat makes you think thats's the answer?Open your eyes.And don't forget to blinkCats will say woofWhile water wastes down the sink.Perhaps that is randomBut you forgot to blinkJust open your eyes,and listen, too, pleaseAnd I wouldn't have to tell youThat flowers cannot sneeze.