Hanayura

would I let you go?... I said I wouldn't and even if it would bring me unending darkness, I said I would be at that faint side... because you brought me light once... can I let you go?... Thinking about giving up now even though I am blinded for a moment with happiness...but a moment I am too scared to time... can I forget you?... I have had you with me always... I don't know what I can do with this string I hold dear... it isn't connected to anything by you... would you remember?...do you know? I hear you in a faint memory but who knows the screams of the uncertain voice... in this tortured and beautiful position... would it of been

We all say something stupid and waste words but; does any one feel the Surplus? the Extra? the Pointlessness? the Menial? There was a time, in the very beginning, when each word was new and wisdom was pure but, since then everything is a repetitive cycle. Wisdom is in reviews of other's brilliance keeping it's self alive through the decadent documents, transcripts and notes of the precious meanings in reminder of what is... Words are all filed and stored and each one of them fully unappreciated in their simplistic form. Their front face is memorized by their limber shapes that little care to twist... To a conserved person's silence asking ch

Everything can excape us it seems, even our words, been harshly hushed we can lie in the tears we wept for the forgotten words but that is mourning something that isn't dead. that is only mourning something that is buried... With heavied hearts we plow for our treasured utterences: the soft whispers, the powerful screams and the meaningful words. dusted coins glittering through the soot left in the wake of the ones who have silenced us~ standing, shivering through our own accomplishments as we know no one can take from us. If you do, shout confidently, raise your hands high~ let them know...YOU ARE NOT GONE! living through your own powers

Everything meaningful is short lived. With the last kisses we fall. Running through the rythm with eyes closed, we excape no more. Rushed to the ground where everything pulsates in the moment. Passion bursts as we realize ourselves more and as stars lift from the ground softly exciting the sky... We celebrate our selves this night~ We can bow to the beat that over comes us. When even the sky rises our ends with our peeled tingling skin burning freshly. Melting away our losses we can cry with wonderful tears. We lie in the pain of our new world beautifully.

deteriorate..( the dreams are bekoning... ) fatuous...( all that I thought.. ) adulterate...( that voice tells me.. ) unconnected... ( What to believe?... ) I know what happened...( I know what was done.) I know whats happening... ( I don't know whats going on...) I saw what has happened... ( I remember everything... ) I see what is happening... ( do you?...) I felt what has been done... ( is that just me....) I felt what it is doing... ( or is it you? )

wings, like reaching fingers to what ever was in that mind's desire ~ in a dream that is like that night of glowing grounds ~ to a face never seen, to the face always remembered ~ things you won't forget, because they meant too much to you ~ between the illusions.... " was that you? " ~ staying behind me I could hear your voice ~ but I walked blindly as you did ~ " are you even there? " ~ " what can be determined?..... in this place. " ~ Light set the last sun ~ in that warmth turning cold ~ it was sealed when I let you go ~