12 de septiembre

i've decided to start posting a poem and picture a day until i run out. these aren't in chronological order or anything, just kind of random. everything is by me and i hope they are interesting to you.

i’m still here
even as you
live on the
dead lips of
a hope that
still burns bright

i’m still there
frozen in a
capsule of blame
with a watery past
and a sound
and a shadow-
thoughts still hidden
in a book that
can’t be read

i’m still everywhere
your voice can’t reach
and even though you
can’t see the thread
that holds our hearts
as one, like a force
we can’t cut loose
even if we tried-
but i can
and i grieve for you
a broken boy and a man
lost in a world
he can’t touch

you’re still here,
a person alive
but not living-
stuck, bogged, bartering
with a devil you’ve
never even seen, but
who haunts your dreams

you’re still there
hoping that monsters
aren’t real and that
people aren’t as bad as
that and good is something
pedestaled and envied
but still layers blanket
you and no one can
know unless you wake up

you’re still everywhere
in every word i say
and every word i write
and i know that this
thread can only be
because we sewed
it over and over again
a fire burns forever
in my heart and
that same devil creeps
into my innocent dreams

and i’m still here
like a soldier taking
orders, knowing his duty
and you’re still here
like a murderer returning
to the scene of the crime
-maybe we’ll finally
find each other and let
our souls rest --