Step XLIII Aerie

The sea is comforting the sky,
catching the tears he cries.
She pleads with him but he just drowns his eyes.
The wind has nowhere left to hide.
The breeze was taken from the sky.

The sky is blue but he can't dream.
(The wind has killed the breeze.)
He looked back and wondered what it meant to breath.
He hears the songs that she would sing.
The murdered breeze looks so serene.

We'll soon be swallowed by the sea.

Step XLII
Aquatic

The love that once pumped through your veins,
like blood, now falls like rain,
precipitates and pools at your feet,
and runs right back out to sea.

Run back and touch the shore.
Run back and feel the sea.
We're headed overboard
and now this ship just sinks.

So now I wait through winter;
wait for you to thaw.
...but you're frozen to the center
from all the blizzards that you've caused.

...but spring won't bring the sun.
April just holds rain.
The clouds won't come undone.
The weather never changed.

I've seen the way you hide
across the river.
You try to close your eyes
but your bodies shiver.
I've seen the way you lie
You try to close your eyes
but you won't sleep tonight.

This is their end, and its just begun.

Step XLI
Somnia


The dreams that play
when you can’t wake
are master strokes and machinations.
The words you say
when the light fades
unconsciously captivating.

I held you close
to feel you breathe
the words you wrote
while caught in sleep.

The light
is breaks
and its breaking through.
That night,
it gave
but now its taking from you.

...and all the while, your eyes were closed,
I came to steal the words you wrote.
They dribbled down
out of your mouth,
but made no sound
when falling out.

I picked them up
and put them to
the music that I heard in you

Do i have to fall asleep with roses in my hands?

Step XL
Oneirology

John Mayer has dreams with a broken heart. I can't remember my dreams. I wake up every day(being able to sleep again is wonderful) in a slight daze, often with a bad taste in my mouth that I believe I got from someone bleeding in dream land. I'm a little afraid of dreams, thinking maybe one day I won't remember being awake. I can't imagine its that uncommon of a fear.
I fear everything is the antidote.
I am afraid that everyone I know is becoming the same person.
Tranquility is the nicest dream I can think of.

trying to find truth in words, in rhymes, in notes, in all the things I wish I’d wrote

Step XXXIX
Literacy

I had an assignment for my writing class that I found rather inspiring. We needed to think of 10 metaphors for our writing.

I started out very basic.

My writing is a canvas.

I then got a little more introspective.

My writing is...
a bridge.
a wounded messenger pigeon.
like a song with no beat.
a piano that is out of tune.
a hermit crab desperately trying to escape its shell.
a little ray of sunshine.
the last light on in the attic.
a Temple.
a workhorse.
a bubble in my veins.
an hourglass riddled with cracks.
a finely woven tapestry fraying at the edges.
a miniature replica of a colossus.
a scale where I weigh all of my thoughts.

a quality that arouses emotions (especially pity or sorrow)

Step XXXVIII Poignancy


I still can only think about
all the ways I've been wronged.
Your tiny little mouth and sick little heart can't hope to ease my doubts.
So I'm left wondering how to start, to speak, to even breathe.
There is an hourglass in my heart
but the sand never looks quite right
because the creases and cracks in the glass aren't sealed that tight
and when the fractures explode
I'll be choking where I'm standing
my veins turned to stone
my chest turned to pieces
inside out, exposing all my secret places.
Now, resting where my lungs once called home,
a few stray thoughts that escaped my head,
reveling in their new found freedom,
lapsing in idyllic peace
until that grave wight of reality
discovers their displacement
and responds with a resounding decision.
It condemns and consigns them to nothingness.

I'm so artsy and poetic and sad and whatnot.

Step XXXVII
Disorentation

My fingertips are feeling numb
Its been hours since I've seen the clock.
I stand up to try to dust my eyes off
Safe in bed she feels the battle has been won.

So where are you tonight?
Are you dreaming? Are you still awake?
So where are you tonight?
What have you got left to take?

all this blood has turned to sand
Its been years since I've felt so alarmed
Its been a lifetime since we fell so hard
We all all lost the will to stand.

It seems so easy to blame my perception.

Step XXXVI
Fidelity

Sleep is just a dream and I am not waking.
I've been counting enough to make an eternity stretch out in to nothing.

Lips which press together stifle rhythmic heavy breathes

Step XXXV
Adulation

Maybe if I could see my idols from where I am standing, I wouldn't have to act so appalled.

There are five thousand words in the mile between my head and my heart.

Step XXXIV
Assuredness

Sometimes nothing comes when I need it.
On the flip side, sometimes I'm assaulted by too much to even hope to explain it or relate it to someone else. As soon as I realize I'm caught in a situation like this, I just shut down. I just stop trying to be anything to anyone. I justify this by saying that you can't let someone down if they don't expect anything of you.

There are five thousand words in the mile between my head and my heart.