The Mindless

What have you carried away?

All of the broken bones.
With no where to store them.

Just take them, and leave them.
And come back for more.
There is nothing left, for robbery.

The lack of heart you cannot find, gives you no right to take from mine.

Failing at Quitting

Lowered to your degree,

Given away. Entirety. Everything.

Effort, after effort, and there is still no return.

Accepted your silence, rebelled against protection.

I was never good at goodbyes,

Here is the approach.

Magic potion, stealing heartbeats.

Vital signs created to prove that we're alive.

No matter what they tell you, it doesn't feel that way inside.

Indecisive Ringlets

Pulling on my thread,
Thrusting the door closed.

I don't know what motion to keep constant.
I don't know what words are not wasted.

I can't wait on you forever, but I don't want to walk away.
I can't wait on you forever, but your choice is made not to stay.

Cutting off the thread.
Locking the damaged door.

Walk in or walk out,
I will no longer revolve.

I will no longer stand.
Patience bleeds like pulsing arteries.
You have cut out too much, in your own open surgery.

The rain is falling for you.
In it's million different patterns, for you.

Welcome the overcast.

The One Who Won't Stop Waiting

The feeling of waiting.
I wonder.."Does it ever really go away?"
Sometimes I just wish all of this would stop.
Everything that I think..I start to feel. And it eats away at me.
Everything inside me is uncertain and unknowing.
Unendingly questioning every existence.
Every thought, every word, every feeling.
Every thing.

And I wait for it to pass. But it never does.
You never find what you're waiting for
because eventually there will be something else to wait for.
The cycle that is infinity.

And sometimes I think that maybe...we will never disappear.
Maybe it's impossible.
When it's possible my brain is my own expanding universe.

Roots

The plane preparing for take-off,
Fell to the ground.

The girl waiting for the boy,
Walked away.

The clock flying by,
Stopped working.

The world eternally spinning,
Ended.

The blood pulsing through your veins,
Came to being still.

The loss in your heart,
Disappeared.

The love of your life,
left.

But the roots that clench into the ground.
Hold you together.
Piece by piece and branch by branch.

You will become a forest, a battle,
endless growing, reaching to the height of a drifting cloud.

Trees that are soliders
Fighting, pulsing
Roots digging, deeper. Into the ground.
And you will never move, and you will never become lost.

Giving...up.

My heart is breaking. Every guy I have ever admitted to liking, never returns the feelings. And the most recent guy just shut down a chance, when it very well had the potential for us to spark. I give up. I’m seriously done. All guys do, is use you and disappoint you. And i’m so tired of hurting. My heart belongs to me, and no one can have it anymore.

Daydreamer

You keep trying to stop yourself.
Letting force begin to take control.
Not allowing yourself to have what you wish to have.

When you really got to let it go,
And go after what your dreaming of.

Secrets

I have seen things that you don't notice,
and maybe never will.

I have felt things so strange,
No one has ever known.

I keep thoughts and ideas and pictures
Inside my head.

Only for me to hear.
Because I think if I tell you,
Your going to take it away.

I can't let any of you take these away,
These things inside of me.
As much as I have wished for them to end,
I wouldn't wish to give them up.

But you will never understand me,
Because no one ever tries to know me.

And I have never asked for help,
Maybe I don't want help.
Or maybe I just don't know how to ask for it.
I dont know
How.

Stop

When you start to believe in nothing,
When you start to say good bye
When you start missing
When you start crying,
and give up trying.
When this feeling never stops,
and almost everything feels as if it isn't real and happening.

The world is spinning,
while your watching.

And you are left to save yourself,
But you don't know
where to start
where to end..

If there were a button that said "stop"
Who would hesitate to push it?