Words were not

to be spoken.

They had been 

proven useless.

The point was clear 

to those seeking clarity. 

All was pointless

to those avoiding it. 

Words could serve

to recount

the unmatched oddity, 

but were to fail 

in changing its course. 

Words were to serve
in the future, their
only time now.  

The fourth

It's the fourth and
the numbers add up.
What's your number,
my love?

How much have
I longed for you?
More than I have
for all others?

How many tears
have I cried for you?
More than I have
for all others?

Memory misleads.
Is that what you
will fade into?

And after you?
Will there be more
numbers?
Will there be more
memories?

Who will ever come
into my heart to stay?
Not you, my love.
Not you.

that was the night

that was the night that saw
all that has since remained unseen,
that was the night that heard
all that has since remained unheard.

all words were then spoken
all gestures were then made,
each as bound to fail as the other,
for only one person was disturbed
and the other remained untouched.

the image of the body
who stood
in front of the mirror
outshone
the images of all those
who cowardly
evaded the reflection.


greatness is the quality
of the great,
how foolish to expect
it from someone else.

It's not about all those who left

It's no longer about those who left,

it's about what stayed behind. 

They deserted along with the dreams,

and left nothing but the arid reality. 

Their names, bodies and voices

are now trivial details

overshadowed by the roles
they failed to fulfill.

What does not cease to exist 

is the sufferable void 

left by their departure. 

Message to the kind-hearted soldier.

After the bloodiest battle,
clasp only your pieces
and reassemble your heart.

After the rowdiest battle,
listen only for your voice
and let it soothe you.

After the dirtiest battle,
brush all the fifth aside
and preserve your integrity.

After the cloudiest battle,
look only for your path,
and follow your light.

Walk away from battleground,
with what yours and only yours,
leaving what is others' behind.

Aftermath

Nothing was left to be said,
for all words had been spent.

Nothing was left to be seen
for all had been exposed.

Nothing was left to be hurt
for all had been injured.

Nothing was left to be broken
for all had been destroyed.

Nothing was left to be hoped
for all had been lost to the mind.

Yet, amidst all the destruction
only one heart was troubled,
for the other remained closed.

What words do you type

What words do you type
when the story can no longer be told?

What words do you type
when the plot is shattered?

What words do you type
when the characters vanish?

What words do you type
when you are abandoned on stage?

What words do you type
when all you can do is draft a new story?