The Secret Hour

You won't remember anyway. Those few hours that we lay together. Silent. Our eyes talking away. The next day bringing rain. The next day bringing pain. Just as the snow erases your footsteps so will it erase our moments together. I would say I was happy to forget with you. I would say it does not matter anymore. But pinky-promises don't count for nothing, especially when I look into your eyes, they surely mean something. And I can't pretend not to care. This world is devoid of understanding. Karma swings it is hollow club once again. Even though I'm not sitting in a bar like Mac or Buddy, I'm still lighting matches to burn the tips of my fingers. But this is the world. Have Faith.

Isn't it strange, how only a few words can derail a train and bring the world screeching to a halt. How only a few hours can mean so much and except for the circumstances be meaningful forever.
Just imagine it as a secret. One for you and me. One to whisper after dark like schoolchildren at a sleepover. It would have ceased to exist. As time marches on in this world, a few hours would have vanished all together. With only us knowing where they had gone.

It does not matter what happens in an hour that does not exist. But to me, it matters more than anything in an hour that does not exist. Because you won't remember anyway. And if it was all a dream, I'd like to hallucinate again. I'd like to share a secret with you in an hour that doesn't exist. Let's take that hour and spend it on the other side. I know you can't resist.

And once time begins again. From midnight to thirteen back to one. You won't remember anyway. And even though your memory won't come back. That lost hour is all I want to keep.

And once the clock resumes its dreadful ticking, once you have left our secret in the dark. I will go with the flow. I'll throw out my pinky and promise to take life slow.

Can you believe it? Can you conceive it?

But it's possible I won't be able to resist.
And I'll keep looking for that hour that doesn't exist.

The Spaces Between Your Fingers...

I'd hold your hand in the park
as we walk on tree lined paths
I'd hold your hand in the mall
as we dodged the shopping masses
I'd hold your hand in the snow
as we slipped and slid down the road
I'd hold your hand in front of my friends
as we denied every social trend (living in our own world)
I'd hold your hand while with your mom
as we smiled and smiled without a frown
I'd hold your hand through mundane chores
as we traveled all throughout the town
but most of all,
I'd hold your hand every single night
as we held each other oh so tight

Random Poetry

Here is some random poetry I pulled from my collection. Not the best, but something to smile about I hope.

Choices

Better not to see what we could ever be,
because it could all fall into the sea
with the first lack of harmony.
than to have glanced upon
such a perfect life and then lose it all,
leading to endless strife.
so I'll travel this mediocre path
and know at least my emotions will last.
not worrying about the future or the past!
given a choice that's what I would do.
It was my plan at least... until I met you.


The next one was inspired by Fireflies by Owl City. The first two lines of it were borrowed from the song.

I'd like to make myself believe,
that planet earth turns slowly.
but this world spins upon any whim
and never asks before it goes
spinning around again.
so while we cannot control the stars
at least we have right now to dream,
and gaze out from our eyes so far
that it seems the world slows down for us.
and as we lay in our fantasies combined
I know that there will be a time
in which dreams come true
and the earth slows down for two.

<3

Beautiful Binoculars

If I had you for a day, I would steal you away. From your friends, your family, your home. I'd take you to the nearest tourist trap, perhaps an overlook with some random view of the city. Of course there along the railing (meant to keep us from falling to our deaths) would be one of those pay 50 cents get 1 minute of super power binoculars. The kind you have to step up to and put your entire face into! I'd insist you give it try and only after I had already inserted the coins would you agree. Stepping up on the platform you would line your eyes up with the viewfinder. And then looking out into the world, you would not see the city skyline far out in front of us. Instead somehow, someway, you would see yourself, through my eyes.

Gone would be your doubts and self-depreciation. Gone would be every little thing you would like to change about yourself. Instead you'd notice the little things, the important things. You'd realize that when you smile, your entire face lights up. That tilting your head makes your hair fall just perfectly across your face. That your excitement radiates from your eyes as they sparkle in the sun.

Your worries and doubts would fade with each passing second, gazing at your own beautiful reflection. Until you finally saw yourself as I do. Perfection, simply perfect for me. Time would tick by as the meter clicked away, the 50 cents running low. Until finally the shutters would shut with a click! Leaving you staring into darkness.

Turning around you'd see me standing there and you'd finally realize what I've been telling you all along is true.

That you are beautiful.

You mean the world to me. I hope that soon you'll be my sun, moon, and stars too.

Alone in the Snow

The snow falls softly into the impressions where your feet once were.
Erasing your foot prints, your history, your life.
Have you ever stopped and turned around,
looked back at your slowly disappearing trail?
The past is washed away flake by flake.
And if you hesitate for too long, you too
will become a victim of the snow, a victim of time.
So please, turn around and ponder that which is behind you.
But do not cease your present forward motion.
Or else you will become buried by the enormous weight of a thousand weightless snowflakes and become lost forever. Buried by the enormous weight of each simple task you put off until the next day.

Keep moving. Surge ahead. But do not move too quick, or you will be overwhelmed with fatigue and weariness, only to fall behind in the end. If you move to quickly you will sweat and it will freeze, encasing you into a still block of ice. To slowly and the snow will overwhelm you, erasing you from the eyes of the world.


But then again, maybe you want to be lost. Lost for the sole reason to escape the mayhem of the world. Just remember, without another who shares your view, serenity can become quite lonely.