Does the soul know of age

Does it beg to rest its head

Does it ache for flight 

From the stillness of my bed

Can it breathe in such confinement

Under the pressure of my will

Does it have the patience of thought

To know it can not rise until

It has taught me all it knows

Forced me to see all that is

Awakened me from the stillness of life

Showed me this is not mine nor either is it his

It has been brought to heart

As it ran through my mind

This life is not mine nor yours

It belongs to mother time

All that she has asked

Is for us to teach a few

And that living a selfless life

Will keep you from consuming you

A Chance

I would bleed

If I were alive

If this pain

Was real

Yet bleeding may not be 

The release I need

So full

This body is full of regret

Regret for not living

The life my heart would suggest

SO, I stand

In this shell, dead to my world

It was me to blame

all this time

My weakness allowed them 

to point me the way

The way I should be

When all along

I needed to go nowhere

The answers were whispers inside

My meek voice 

feared gaining volume 

For if heard

it may be hushed

Now it is time to listen

and hope

That it has not been

eternally deafened by regret

I am buried in the cemetery of the living

Watching mournfully

As I lose out waiting

Waiting for a cause

To match these effects

I am dying in the

Cemetery of the living

He walks by with

A cold breath at his side

The flower has died

Wondering where I lie

Its hard for a heart to beat

When your surrounded by graves

Graves holding the living

That little girl passed

The one I once was and

She kicked the dirt of my grave

And smiled

Told me I had a choice

To rise and play

Or remain the same

Dying in the cemetery

Of the living

Coincidence stood by

Forcefully shedding a tear

But Shrugged his shoulders

He had shown up, pointing the way,

So many times

But I forgot how to listen

Slowly I sank into my grave

Where I am now living

Living so still in this shallow shell of mine

My soul rose up

Bored of my demise

And decided to join the life of the living

I am here empty where most

Lifeless souls do die

But I beg

Pull me up

Push me out

Into the world of the living

Because I would rather die living

A Life Lived Terminally

Life
Being love
Is Destroyed by allowance
Which begins with the struggle
As it is kept closed
In secret
Deceived and cold
When released
Reborn into battle
Now open
Yet bound by spite
Enters masked
Expected to avenge ghosts
Too weak
Weak from excessive
Impotent
Rapture
To its end
Lost Now
Led here by neglect
To the valley
of
Lost Love

Farewell

My opinions aren't that bitter
A son said to his dad.
Patience applied over your conclusions
Will make it sweeter as to where I stand
But you sneek in the quick sand
And revel in my decline
The moment I was conceived
Is when your forethought cemented in mind
So, It seems it has always been
Of those with less worry for wear
Could not possibly have a breath
Worthy of your ear to bear
I say these last few words
As I clentch a hope in mind
That part of what I speak
Will find its way to you in time
"The make up of who you are not
Is pulled by who you are to be
And with a bit of momentum
Your acceptance may finally see
I am who I am
I am who I think up to be
Every part of who I am
Changes with the hate you push in me
So as the day now closes
And the night relinquishes too
I will no longer be drawn down
By the dissappointments projected from you"

Hoping for More

How can the day

Ever 

Give you

Anything

When you wake up thinking

"I do not want!"

How can the night

Ever

Replenish your 

Hopes

When you fall asleep 

Wishing

"Why couldn't the day have..?"

Both night and day

Work with such a palette

Painting your picture

With black

     and white

Giving you

Exactly

What you wished for,

Nothing!

Thank you
You are more than I know
More than you know
And one day
Maybe tomorrow
You will smile
Seeing that I am right
Feeling
What I have known
All along
What you have been
All along
Amazing!