Her Diamond Ring.

He fantasized more about proposing,
each night she'd come home late.
When the doubted questions have been proved,
the blood that once flowed for her cried.
So what did he do?
He slowly danced his hands toward her mouth,
singing silently as he stole her within the night.
The knife marked it's territory on her chest,
it's only excuse was, "Oops!"
He carried her into his room,
her dead face looked terrified.
Kissing her lips as he tore off her arms,
then took his time removing the lips to keep them safe.
All that remained on her face was those eyes,
which he didn't remove so he can still get lost in them.
Then, he saw something,
as if it had been tossed aside and forgotten, 
he found her left hand.
With all five fingers looking like they're still reaching for help,
he only focused on one single finger,
the finger in which a diamond ring would look precious on.
When reaching for the ring he lovingly kissed the hollow boney hand,
while looking in her eyes from a distance.
"For my darling, as it's always been."
He held her hand and played with the sun in her diamond ring,
just as he would have normally before she began coming home late.


9/21/11
23:29

Stuck In Bed.

Oh Castell,

why are we writing?

Whats out there we don't know of,

when paused, wondering?

Are we going somewhere?

Its up for us, to at least try.

Hopelessness sits down,

looking out the window of a Metro 70 bus.

Am I even what I appear as?

Unsatisfied with a majority of things

within the notebooks I've filled.

Remembering my mindset of my years before today,

how stupid, immature, embarrassing collective,

I saw myself as I read what I wrote.

All pages before, though, meant something at one time,

with the same hand and heart.

If once lived a dream,

what do you have to sleep for now?

Do you dream again?

4/26

09:39

Like Him.

Two layers of clothe,

grey pullover, under plaid button down.

Skating to school,

after the bus ride from down the hills.

Day flew by,

walking in the C building room 113.

Amy Tiff looked at him.

The opposite routine home, at 1:33.

Watching his sentence be written,

behind shadows off candles.

Coloring the black and white,

two plus times a day.

Falling asleep,

water bottle, chapstick, phone charging.

06:00 alarm.

Amy wakes up,

and puts on two layers of clothe.

3/19

22:39-22:59

Hi.

Shes just down the hall,

in another room,

of a hotel,

open doors in my heart.

She may think of you,

as a strange stranger.

Now thought of..

What if down a hall?

Since then and now,

changing your name,

all comes after saying.

3/15

22:04

Her Tilted Neck Stare.

Oh, getting me every time.
Delicate hair like strips of thin silk,
sways down where she directs.
Opposite end of the room, we sit.
Able to glimpse, everything.
Not expecting everything,
carrying on her day.
Eyes hardly open,
I could touch her smooth skin.
Looking down, she gave me

3/13
*did not write time.
though shes in my third period, 09:49-10:45

I'd Never Come to This Thought.

Straight forward directing stuck.
Whats now doesn't matter,
hoping for someday all day.
"Now" wants to know "Why."
I fear the color washed me out,
whats it like otherwise?
I wonder to know,
what I'm already doing.
The black is the background,
of a painting.
Technically still here,
the color of ink.
Confessing to myself now,
a paranoid difference.
Act my age

3/9
07:53

Dancing.

It's scientific really,
its not even that bad, supposedly.
Breathe in wonder,
full colors out my window,
to a ballroom.
I'll find out when I get there,
but,
in the meantime.

3/2
19:24

Is Love Her Look You Watch?

While they kiss,
where ends meet.
One heart is blue,
for two is black.
Your love tomorrow,
my love today.
Dismiss her sweet,
collect her true.
A look away,
will look back.
What'll you see,
if you let?
I watch you,
you watch I.
Her heartbeat,
he will miss.

3/1-2/12
21:35