Clarity

Clarity from chaos, 

A false clarity. 

A slower way of seeing, thinking   

An extra second. 

You linger longer. 

The loss of quick reactions,

But you gain something else. 

An insight, deeper insight,

With the overhanging questions. 

Seeing a puzzle. 

Enjoying the challenge. 

Not fighting the slow, spreading, smile.

The widened eye view. 

Crash

Death is a state in to which you slide, 

A spiralling path, and you can not hide. 

It's a breaking heart, a terrifying scream,

A muffled sob, the end of a dream. 

Whenever it happens, whatever the cause,

Life must go on. Why the hell can't life pause?

Let me honour the dead,

Leave them clear in my head. 

I do not want to lose them, I always want them there. 

I can not bear the emptiness of my soul stripped bare. 

I never want to lose you, but things always seem to end,

So I'll cherish every moment of the times, as one, we spend. 

Epistolary friendships.

I can remember the feelings your letters evoked. 

I looked forward to receiving them,

With almost a childlike glee. 

Pleasure from knowing that you,

Deliberately took time out from your life,

To explain yourself to me. 

You wanted to, because you had to know about me. 

Perhaps you had to, because you wanted to know about me. 

Reaching out for the hand that was also outstretched. 

There was also a level of anxiety. 

This was the response to whatever I had written. 

Each letter was a reaction to me,

And the real me. 

A good writer.

I learned something,
Or admitted something,
About myself, the other day.
I will never make a good writer.
I can never truly describe a moment,
Because I cannot be honest.
I fear that one day,
Whatever I thought,
Will come back to hurt someone,
And haunt me.
If you can never tell the truth,
And cannot sensationalise a lie,
Then the story just isn't interesting.

Empty

Through the window, I watch.
The light draws me in.
I see as she mourns.
I cannot get in.
Empathy is impossible,
For I have been drained.
If I could feel, it would hurt.
I want to feel pained.
As I sit at his window,
As I watch life go by,
I think she is healing,
But there's no light in her eye.

Fear

Fear is an emotion pending,
Excited by the evil threatening.
Imagination running wild,
Brings fearful pictures to the mind.
A moonlit night, a shadowed place,
A figure or suspected face.
Imagination, growing stronger.
A need, to be there no longer.
Then the heart does beat much faster,
Controlling moves like a master.
The body it then picks up speed,
Wanting a route or path to lead,
Out of the place where terror hides.
The feeling flows like rippling tides.
Then once in home or safer spot,
The inner feeling stars to rot.
A shaking body and paler face,
Show traces of that evil place.

Catharsis

The dream threw me. 

Isn't it always the case,

That something you think you have resolved,

Comes back to bite you,

Or in this case, 

Kiss

One of those dreams,

That feels as real as any strange day. 

It was only a dream,

And as long as it stays a dream,

I guess I shouldn't worry. 

I know the truth,

And that should at least prepare me,

For future behaviour. 

I guess the thing that disturbed me the most,

Is that I did the one thing,

I'm always trying not to do. 

Maybe it was my minds attempt at catharsis. 

Now that's done, 

However unreal,

It will all be easier. 

Then again...