When I'm Tired

2 Lines long? We 2 Lines intertwine.
2 Line's psychic connection. 2 Lines explore. Every dimension of each line.

Blinding Light; Closes one eye; Opens the other

Go. But stay before you do. I lose my senses, slowly but surely.

"In the kingdom of the blind, the one-eyed man is King".
But his Queen sees and feels, suffers the envy of the people.

I sit within this palace of Glistening Silver and the Godless; I will have this eye. I will see you,
when you are not there.

This is a dream, you and I are all that is real, our Subjects are not.

With my hands, I feel the world, grasp this immaterial realm
in which we dwell.

With this voice, I empower the blind.

I hear the sound of your voice, when you are not speaking.

I smell the scent of your embrace, when you hold not myself.

I taste the heat of your body, when it is cold and alone.

With this sword, slashing ink into their closed hearts,
I defend my kingdom, protect my Queen.

I know the pain that I will feel when your scent fades. At the end.

I will not awaken - if I wake from this dream, my sight will fade.
Back into the dark. Back into silent Hell. Not again.

The others, sit in the dark, blind to the truths
that bind
Us.

Angry at the sight we have shared.

At this sight you have given me, that blinds me to the dream which I am bound to,
And which makes all of our kingdom a reality.

This Tunnel - Sonnet 1

Swimming this river, into the tunnel,
to grasp the light at the end of it.
The sights and sounds, scents and silence
of the waters, becoming ever deeper.
Drift past the cracks in the walls,
slivers of gold and silver,
your words to me from afar.
Swim faster and harder,
light streams from these eyes to meet the end,
to meet the pools of your's,
Head and mind underwater, drifting deeper down into them.
Striving for the light in your endless smile.
Reach the end, feel it's heat for a second
Now back into the dark again, swim again.

I feel sad.

I feel sad.
I feel sad because i cannot be with the one who will make me happy.
I feel sad because being with the one who will make me happy would fulfill my needs, and by extension, would give me happiness.
I feel sad because i cannot fulfill my needs, and i cannot have happiness because of that.
I feel sad because i am selfish, and i want only to fulfill my needs, only for myself to be happy.
I feel sad because i am human.

Trying

To define that undefinable word. I type on the page, hit the wall, close my eyes, think of you. Us.

I can tell you how I get there, but not where I'm going. Laying here with you, waiting.

How high the mountain is, but not what's at the peak. Not impossible to climb.

What time it is, but not how fast the clock ticks. 7.

How many notes in the bar, but not the effect of the melody. 14 since we started playing.

How many goals 'til half-time, but not the final score. 5-1 to you.

What the words say in the dictionary, but not what they mean. "A deep and meaningful connection to another - person or object."

How you perform when you do the most normal things, but not whether I can reach out and touch the stage. Magnum Opus.

How your hair falls, but not how it makes me fall. Into my arms.

What I see when I gaze into your eyes, but now how far you'll hold that gaze. The clearest lagoon, just for us.

How you change my view on the world, but not what it becomes. For the better.

How many brushes of paint hit the canvas, but not what I'm painting. These strokes on your lips.

How many kisses on your body, but not how it feels. Never enough.

How far I would travel to reach you, yet never where I can find you. To the ends of the earth.

How I feel when you lie next to me, but not how you feel about me. Complete.

I can't define what it is, so that will have to do for now, until it's ready to be defined; in one impossible word.

So He's Not Forgotten

http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/worldnews/northamerica/usa/7635862/Dying-good-Samaritan-ignored-by-20-people.html

The world is unfair. So if you're ever in a position like that, do not be one of the crowd. If you're ever gonna be unique and stand out, make it then.

Flashing Randomers

The flash of creation.
A flash of love.
A flash of time.
A flash of pleasure.

People talk constantly about a 'flash in the pan', how their 'life flashed before their eyes', or 'a flash and it was gone'. It's a wonder we're not all blinded every day.

A camera flash, capturing a scratch on the endless wall of time. Capturing-

A flash on a person's life. Could be a car crash, a one-night stand, a clean punch to the jaw. All drawn from that-

Flash of emotion, neuron's sending nerve impulses to your fingers as they dance over another's skin like a stone on water. Water sending out ripples, flashing to their memory, building the-

Flash of your bond. A short swoop over a few turbulent days; or a long flight, over many long, beautiful days on the -

Flash of a life on the stone wall of time. Youliveyoudie. Gone, in an instant? Is your life of any consequence? After all, it's all gone in -

A flash at the end of the universe. All of time and space contracting one day, to where it all began, back into oblivion, taking every flash that has ever occurred back to it's source. Back to it's first light.

But light is more complex than the universe, or a matrix, or an equation, when you split it in a prism. It divides, into every colour of the imagination.

Every flash - of light, of love, of time - is defined by its colour.

Connections

Are funny.
Links between people.
And I'm not talking about drinking buddies, besties or bros.
I'm talking about real connections, beneath a persons consciousness.
When two peoples' souls hold hands.
That's not a relationship which is forged quickly, not by any means. A connection like that takes months, years or decades to build.
It needs to be built on a foundation of friendship, trust, openness, and often a bittersweet history.
Sometimes those two souls never quite manage to hold hands, either because one pushes the other away, or brings them together so fast that they get hurt.
The chance of making a connection with someone is often a gamble, and more often than not, it won't pull through.
But when you meet someone, who you know you'll have a connection with for the rest of time, regardless of whether you're in or out of love, you know it instantly.
A measure of that link isn't how well you work in bed, no.
It's measured by how you can gaze into the other's eyes with no fear of awkwardness or embarrassment;
By how you can sit in absolute silence with them, and yet speak a million words, and feel no distance between you.
By how your 'default' mode is with your arm around him or her.
By when you become so closely synchronized with them, that you not only speak the same, you think the same.
Like i said, it's when your souls hold hands.