Doubts,

I have doubts.

bzzzzz

bzzzz.

the sound that rings through my ears

reverberating throughout my body

as the once waved and lengthful black locks gently fall to the ground

slowed by gravity

they float like feathers 

detaching from the once uplifted bird

now lifeless

free falling to the hard cement suburbia.

Long ago there once was.

A child with an imagination none of us could imagine.

His room a fine palace,

The walls peeling with victorian papers

The floors covered with archaic rugs.

Creatures of myriad assortments 

So minuscule one needed a microscope

So immeasurable you could not measure the size

So bright there was no chance of eye contact

So dark you were afraid to gaze

The child ruled this palace

Not alone but with every other fellow

They directed themselves

The weather

The clocks

The light

The living.

Things soon became harsh

Disagreements of the plenty

Arguments thrown around like stuffed dolls,

Things became harsh.

The child established frustration

Anger

Sadness.

With every blink, his friends began to vanish

He became befuddled

Attempts at keeping his eyes spread wide

Only causing pain and impoverishment.

The fluttering of lids begins, the friends reducing,

Reducing

Reducing.

Scared, the boy closes his eyes

Retreating into the darkness where there is no loss.

Opening the lids, revealing a pair or darting marbles,

A blank and empty bedroom appears.

Nothing is living,

Only a bed, scattered clothing upon the white carpets.

Things have been this way ever since

Yet to see the friends that once existed.

Now only a figment of the imagination he once had.

Long ago there once was

A child with an imagination, 

beyond this mans imagination.

Steady

My hands are shaking,
rattling as though chains are being broken
Clenched apart with those thick metal pliers of yours
Pieces fall in the process,
never able to be retained.

Now

these feelings I am unable to decipher
existent since we exchanged compliments
they linger
will not fade away
attempting to distance my thoughts
only having them become stronger,
more forceful
more gut wrenching

drums of a tribal gathering beat quickly in the distance
my heart is pounding
so fast as if to almost fall from my chest
onto this aged concrete
staining the ground
leaving behind blotched burgundy
for everyone to see

my thought will not leave
I can not get away
I have tried,
yet there is no want to
not anymore.

Distance

He offers the perfect pebble,
shined and shaped
she accepts.
The two suited mates intertwine,
black and white only seen
the bodies lost in the draw

She leaves
the time to venture is here
these scaled creatures needed for healthy life
He waits where she once was
sitting
warming the wonder created between them.
He sits
and he waits

She returns,
with once an empty sack
now filled to the brim
They meet eye to eye
love never lost

Blossoming futures
new experiences
The two will stay together forever
nothing will change for the world

Nothings

Wind whipping across fragile skin
Those minuscule angels speak out
Loose and fringeful twine overlaps one another
Thrown across that silhouette
Events become dreamful
Lost from reality
The labrynth of time
Clarification was lost between ties