Kodak Moment

And in the end

As you peer into the looking glass

You view something within yourself

Reach a point of transcendence

Where time means nothing

The world is a still frame in your mind

Power of One

Ying and Yang vie to become one

The sun and the moon dance their tango to a strange duet

They fight for control of the cosmic land

Sun shines the light with rays so bright

Starry skies hold the moon amidst darkness

What we do not want to see goes bump in the night

Light, our savior to what we fear most

Void in the dark allows our own demons to be revealed

Battle between good and evil an internal struggle

Two forces contained, finally meld into one. 

A Black Hole of The Heart

And there staring back at him were the faces of two people he thought he could call friends. One stabbing him in the back while the other in the heart only caused a shortness of breath and a feeling of vertigo. The room almost seemed to swirl before his very eyes as the world he once knew seemed to come crashing down before him. His ex and one of his best friends, kissing right in from of him, no shame whatsoever.

Upon seeing such an incredulous sight, he knew there was nothing left for him in the room. An open auditorium had never before seemed like such a small room, enticing the feeling of being trapped in a closet. Having just gotten the courage enough to be able to confront the world after such a devastating experience left this boy at the edge of a cliff. If he were to fall, there would be no going back. This was one fact that he knew for certain. The life he knew was lost to this harlot who used words to deal trust, only to set the cards to flame.

Friends, the people he had known for years and could turn to for anything in the world if he needed to. These friends that he had helped and been there for just months prior, turned on him as if he had been a leper. No words were said to alleviate such discomfort as knowing that everyone had been betraying him. Instead of only one, having a group to play his Judas. Life however would have to go on.

Unable to contain himself any longer, he had to leave the auditorium. He could not bring himself to remain in the same room as these people, that before his very eyes deceived him. In a shroud of angst, he fled to leave only to run into another friend that kept him mere moments longer, but in this instance, that moment lingered an eternity. Words exchange, though nothing kept his mind aside from what had previously been witnessed, he ran. Once in the car, he was in a sort of sanctuary, here nothing would be able to see his expose feelings he knew all too well, tears, sadness, and anger.

All in one violent fit of fury he smashed his arms over the steering wheel hoping to find some peace in the pain that he was causing upon himself. This pain however only added to the anger he felt that day. In his mind he envisioned his world of the past three years before him, from times of drunken nights to to times sitting and talking. Each of these appeared before him as a colored portrait of his world, and then each one set aflame. Trying to stay rational, he drove home, the whole time trying to hold back the tears to almost no avail, but he made it.

Again time had a cruel sense of humor and made the drive seem to go on forever. In this time, he was able to think about everything that had been witnessed as well as to evaluate what had happened. All in a flash had his world become such an incredible mess of topsy-turvy. He allowed his mind to leave himself and upon arrival to the apartment, all memory of the physical drive had vanished from his mind. And unaware state that the drive had even happened.

Knowing that he needed to say something he sent a message to his friend saying, “Sorry for leaving in such a hurry, but a figured you would understand.” And only an audible gulp was able to form when the reply came back as such, “I get it, I'm sorry you had to find out this way” What way was he speaking of? The fact that this friend was unable to tell him that he was being betrayed by another friend. The mistrust that he had been told to cast aside had become a sick reality that he wanted so badly to refuse. To the utmost degree what he had felt was depression.

The following days passed almost like any other, work, home, sleep. He just fell right back into the regular routine that he was so adjusted to, with one slight difference, he no longer felt a thing. He felt cold as his heart had been enclosed by a glacier of ice. Life was going on but he was unable to experience it, he was just being pulled along. His voice had been stripped from him as he felt openly naked without being able to have those friends to talk to. Now he felt more alone than he had ever felt, an empty void in his soul.

The passage of time was able to grant some of his own self back to the boy as time once again moved onwards. Still no one to talk to and feeling as if there was nothing to grasp on to. Dreamed becoming his only sense of imagination and even then more of a nightmare. Trying everything to stop thinking about what he had seen, to repress such an image brought him to the point of breaking, where he was only seeing it while he slept. Tossing and turning throughout the night, while this moment replayed over and over again inside of his brain.

The view from across the room, knowing that he had been betrayed only to see them kissing in front of everyone, and yet everyone thought he was the asshole. That everything he had done was the lowest of the low. In his mind the sight seemed almost surreal as his imagination warped the moment to feel as if everyone was staring at him and laughing. This created a sensation that everyone had know and kept it a secret only to make him the clown. That he was the punchline to such an elaborate joke.

Sweat was all he could feel all over his body as he would wake up to the sound of the alarm clock. The sound jolted him to sit up as he just sat there letting the alarm ring out. Closing his eyes once again, his breathing became rapid as the nightmare rushed back to his conscious mind. Once again aware of what he had attempted to repress, he realized one thing-he was finally alone. All in an instant, everything had been lost and he was in a void of the world. Though this had engulfed him, he had to carry on, that this situation could not get the best of him. He still had a road before him and a much greater journey to carry on.

Show You Me

One look at her eyes and I begin to melt
Her gaze sends me waves of emotion
If I had just one chance
I could show the world and make her see
Just the kind of man I can truly be