There is a ghost in your voice
Haunting me through the silence



Through every droplet of memory
Dotting my otherwise starless night

I tried to gather them
With my words, my fear, my soul
And yet they remain forever bond
To a place I cannot reach
A being I cannot see
And a love I can never hear

Your flowering existence sheds invisible petals
I seem to be able to find
Yet, I'm ever uncertain
All these pieces of your soul
Did you left them for me to find
A breadcrumb trail leading only
To a chance in the future
To an uncertain promise
Or did I just stole the traces
Of your existence you left for the universe
Claiming them as something I could own

Should I keep them or scatter them

Or are they even yours
Could it be that they are the pieces of my soul
Still clinging on to you
That you're finally shedding away
To be complete on your own

What could I do
Standing in pieces
Holding someone's soul
That may or may not be my own
If they weren't
I'd still be missing all the chunks I've given to you
If they were
I'd still be empty
Because
I'm forever hollow without you

North
    
      West
                                        Eas­t
          
                     South

Pick your path, it’s all for the best

Your path my lead you
    To a different route
       But follow your heart
          Everything else will follow suit

Golden silk petals
Divine Champak flowers bloom
Enticing perfume

Planes rust when left on the ground
For they were meant to fly,
Hearts break from time to time,
To question the purpose of this thing called life
Men stumble occasionally,
To stand back up and grow stronger.

You see, everything truly does happen for a reason,
You just have to dig deep,
Dig deeper than before,
Look through life with rose colored glasses,
And you’ll see how beautiful is the gift of God.

~a song about shoe shopping in hell~

more than a shoe
a pure snare
for my
soul

sorry daddy, he gave me red
stilettos, yes, I know you warned me
& I done wrong, no, can't stop

dancing for weeks
inside his bed
appears cursed I am
lying beneath him

again and again
cursing & snarling
just as you predicted
because he coaxed

from me the truth
of it all the core of it
given to one man
my all, my self

number of the beast
7 1/2 & 3 days later
at our door lay red
stilettos

more than a shoe
a pure snare for my
soul