It starts slow
It starts with a whimper
It starts as a whisper
It always ends with a bang
This is the purge
This is the rapture
This is the loss of self
This is the moment we all die
Swallowed up by the lies
Swallowed up by the truth
Swallowed up by society
Swallowed up by ourselves
Believing in nothingness
Believing in something “all-knowing”
Believing the darkness
Believing the light
All I do is sleep
Even when I’m awake
I will steal the color of this world
I will keep all its whimsy to myself
Lock it up
Contained in my soul
Never let it go
The only way to free it
Is to share your love with me
Share your light
Even your sorrow
What does it mean to be a man?
It’s not about the women you sleep with.
Or how tough you are,
But rather that you are brave enough to stick around-
Even when things get difficult.
Being a man is not about physical strength.
Or being macho and rough.
It’s about strength of character.
And being strong enough to be vulnerable.
Being a man is not about what society tells you to be.
Being a man means being what YOU need to be,
Regardless of what society might think.
To be a man means to love.
To let yourself be loved.
And to respect others.
Regardless of what anyone else tells you,
Being a man should not be easy.
If it is, you might not be doing it right.
“I dreamt a dream of dreary death”
Were the last words that he spoke
He screamed a lot and did not rest
I’m not sure if he ever truly woke
She is a rose amongst thorns.
I would bleed to touch her just once.
Vivid illusions dance with elagance
Like shadow puppets
In flickering black and white
Old home movies
Frame by frame
My memories project
In bits of illumination
Then white, blinding
Focus falls on one image
And stays there
Holding on to yesterdays
It’s gone as fast as it arrived
I wish I didn’t already miss its glow
Solitude sinks in
The after image fades from my eyes
Like the dimming of a dying fire fly
This too will be forgotten
Drunk on her beauty.
Her soul speaks in deafening volumes.
Clutching to every thought.
Leading me back to her face.
Her crooked smile.
Sent wafting through.
Engulfing my being.
I find perfection in her imperfections.
And peace when she is near.