The Eyes of a Whole

Time sometimes stares me in the eye 

with its savage glance.

Sometimes it laughs at me

with bended thoughts, and flashes of once-

but then again, without it

I have nothing to know.

It is my future.

my sound.

my colors true.

 A 5 year old took this picture ^

What Happens

What happens when I live true?
Will I survive longer than my heart flew?
Will my honest desire of life's pure fire drive me completely and totally inside out?

What happens when I fall down?

When I fall so hard I cannot get up.

I Don't know.
I never have.
however
Still.

My Life needs to be WRITTEN
complacency SMITTEN
and time FOUND

I don't write when I don't feel like writing
I don't take flight until I stop fighting
I can't write until I stop fighting
for the paper-
the paper needs smiting from my effervescent pen.

Stare Space

You have entered
The faraway glance
of my eyes-
a stupor-
a thought-
and now my eyes
(once lost)
are caught

Thoughts of a Subtle Heart

I want to freeze time Someday-

and look someone in the eye

To stare into their soul

and see all the things I can scry

Who someone really is-

and the inner workings of their perilous heart

I just pray and hope-

That when someone stops time and sets it apart

They look and find

Who I really am.

A time or something please

Please teachers-

Please coaches-

Please everyone out there-

Let me have some time

some time at least

to sketch,

to draw,

To live.

and feel.

To write.

and post on my blog