what its like

its a very strange light that eminates
watching, it dissolves all bounderies
all other definitions
until there is only that.
and i am obliterated
drawn in with the rest of the world
until there is no i, no longer any seperation
and i can lay there, grateful, unmoving
at once exactly where i want to be, and no where at all
and as i feel the last of my being turned to ashes
drawn out and scattered
i look away

other worlds..

the world spins out of control
while the chaotic and confused
tumble and crash their way around.
what slim odds we faced and conquered
to share even a moment outside that realm
and this is what i cherish, this is what i hold onto.
when the world asks if i should ever know it again
i refrain from answering, and return to that moment.
i dont hold any expectation,
i won't try and grasp at what cannot be captured
for the beauty of that moment expands inside me still
unfolding like a rose in infinite bloom
and this is what i hold onto
i fail at describing it as it cannot be truly described
i only hope that these words send an echo of recognition
that it was a beautiful moment for you too..

for wrong or right...

i picked a rose
but let it go
because i couldnt give it to you
i looked in your eyes
then i lied
because i couldnt admit the truth

im here for you to fall against
when there is no one else
ill remain your unwavering barrier
to keep you from the dark

circumstantial rivers took their course
and left us washed up on opposite shores
we write our words on rocks
and throw them across

i picked a rose
but let it go
because i couldnt give it to you
i looked in your eyes
then i lied
because i couldnt admit the truth

sometimes the more i write the farther away i get

lines trace their way across my eyes
 racing like california fields of fire
indescriminant words that devour
a girl left alone with her own grief
last words drowning as she sinks..
only angels and birds know the worst
a whole sea of broken and lonely tragedies
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