the road less travelled .

wisps of emotion,
attached to faded memory,
with a quickly fading shadow of hope,
under a quickly setting sun.
the night is silent,
the night is dark,
this days midnight brings light,
a new dawn, with many days.
the smoke and mirrors summer soundtrack,
the grass bed and front row seats,
to the game of make believe,
and the objectification of clouds.
it was beautiful, and so are you.
but all the things i felt are fading,
like new and over priced jeans,
love can't thrive off of vintage feelings,
it wont support the vintage look.
what was it that took me,
what was the hook?
what would it take to make me leave my words behind?
what would it take to put new worlds in my mind?
now I'm left in the dark,
summers gone,
and so are you.
with you left the hands i loved to hold,
with you left the pretty smile,
and eyes that spoke to me.
gone is the soundtrack of my summer,
all that's left is silence,
under a set sun,
with no shadow to chase,
as the midnight dawn approaches.
this hurts,
but this is right.
i'm not yet done with today,
the broken road,
the winding road,
the one that leads me to you.
these are words not of mouth and mind,
but of heart and soul.
not wanting,
but not wanting to be unwanted.

spell cheque simile.

there are those who feel,
only to rip the emotions away from the situations,
abstract them,
set to work like jekyll on hyde.
then set them free ...
so others may share in their thoughts.
there are those who think,
only to stretch the boundaries of their minds.
both to pick the brain,
and to search the deepest corners of their thoughts,
the closest corners to the soul.

these are those who think on, or in similar terms.
those who stand on higher ground,
and sink between the waves.

these are the spell cheque similes.
likened unlike any others.

and to think for me,
this all started with one line.

bowling with bumpers.

bowling with bumpers,
makes it harder to miss.
with lightning and thunder,
a storm is never bliss.

fairview ...

This is an anomaly of sorts.
Red lights flow forward, dragging my feet.
White lights chase me, pulling at my eyes.
Cool air in my lungs, clear thoughts fill my mind,
sending chills through my skin.
Everything that has escaped my grasp,
becomes apparent in this moment,
The night sky mirrors my shaken image.
The changes have left me searching,
the familiarities have left me entirely.
Like the rabbit that sits motionless,
testing the waters of fear,
or the man who once tested the waters,
only to succumb to fear.
What am I, if I'm one of these?
Human?
I'm turning over a dead leaf,
and leaving a wrecked train behind me,
wresting in our footprints
So there I stand, with the sun at my back
Chasing my shadow.
Stumble, but never stop.