heartwing

I’ve met someone I’ve seen her several times She’s quite petty And she’s fun to talk to We talk on the phone far too much When I really think about it I feel so close to her when I hear her voice That the feeling part of me wonders why Why I don’t spend more time with her I think of adventures to have with her And of interesting things to tell her I remember times we went out And the fun we had The evenings we spent talking on the phone Because I was working very late I get a big smile when I remember chance meetings with her and the joy they bring I wonder why I let life keep them so few and far between I pi

I had a thought The thought became a word I wrote the word And then gave it away The thought is gone Now I am empty The emptiness becomes longing And leads to sorrow I wrote it down And then gave it away The sorrow is gone Now I am empty The emptiness becomes laughter And the sound rings hollow I wrapped it in words And then gave them away The echoes of laughter remain Now my emptiness is defined The definition has a word I will write down that word And then give it away I will be empty again

Do you know the signs, the feelings that burrow deeper and deeper into your mind, the words emblazoned on your stony heart? The petty frustrations come quickly again and the unwarranted anger simmers, waiting for imagined sparks. Can you hear your raptor's smile? Can you see the truth of your raucous laughter? If you can taste blood at the tip of a quip can you not see that you've become monstrous in your own heart? Demons born in sorrow don't know how to die, they don't know how to live. They know how to linger though, they know how to fester. Can you feel the heat of hatred against your fingertips? Do you understand that fire is from yo

The memories remain and I can't stop them The echoes remain and I can't clear them Visions that I cannot unsee Words that I cannot unhear There is a ghost in the backyard Her broken eyes stare at me through dark glass Haunted and lost they know only despair Even in the light of day or the distance of miles I feel them waiting there and it freezes my blood Unseen touches deny peace Unheard footsteps stalk the night disquieting my heart Her distant despairing voice crushes my soul "I couldn't stand to listen to you breathe anymore" Comfort died Pride vanished I can't turn the heat up high enough to get warm This is no home to me I truly lo

Do you know where the Lone Wolf travels? When you look at him Do you see the proud hunter wishing only to feed his family? Maybe you see the strong noble spirit looking to make a new life. What if, rather, you see the moments between then and now or now and then? Where once proud, now in silent despair Where once strong, now only surviving. Going not to proudly provide, but to somberly survive Going not in strength or nobility, but quiet suffering When you listen to his calls in the vast quiet Do you hear the song that pulls at all living things? Maybe you hear a lost souls torment When you meet his eyes Do you see the spark of l