Bliss

Charred oak trees catch my eye as I walk through this field of ashes. What's left of my cherished memories seep through the spaces between my fingers like dust. Each grain has it's own story to tell, whether it be melancholy, hate-filled, or sweet. Despite the past they may have had, they now all look the same. I feel as though I may have been here once before, maybe twice. There is a sense of familiarity among the debris in this pasture of broken dreams. I am all alone here, there is no one around to neither guide me, nor harm me. It is better off that way; for there will be no one to miss when they decide to leave me like they always do. There is comfort in this land of wreckage, where both hate and love share the same texture. Everything is neutral; grey, soft, and bringing no burden or joy to me. I think I like it here; this land may be dull and my emotions may be numb, but at least there is no pain or memory here to provoke a single trace of tears. Rather than wallowing in my sorrow, I wallow in sheer nothingness, as I lay in a pool of ashes in this field of empty promises.

There is no deeper meaning in life, only a deeper question. -Derek Santos

For Camden Pierce Hughes

As precious as a gemstone,
As sacred as Holy Christ,
Yet fragile as glass slippers
Is a cherished child's life.

For those who sow in tears
Will in heaven reap in joy
And among god's choirs of angels,
Is a blessed little boy.

He is proof that only the purest
Of our souls does The Lord choose,
And so he took from us
Our little Camden Pierce Hughes.

Remember he is with God now,
Looking down on us from above,
And always in our prayers,
Where he shall never go unloved.

Everlasting is his spirit,
Though his mortal life has ceased,
He will forever sleep in paradise,
Little angel, rest in peace. <3

                    ~With Love and Condolences, Derek Santos

Blood & Ink

This feeling is too familiar,
Like a distant, admired, friend.
Like a deer stuck in the headlights,
I'm just waiting for the end.

It's only a matter of time now,
Before time is one with fate.
The seasons of love have left us
And been replaced with winters of hate.

Frost seals shut my eyelids,
The windows to my heart.
I've grown so cold and bitter,
Since the day you chose to part.

Cut down this ancient oak tree,
Count all of my hidden rings.
Shred me into paper,
Spread your angel wings.

Save all hope for later,
Right now we just need trust.
The truth is chiseled in stone,
The past blows by like dust.

I'm nothing but an insect,
You may not be anything more,
But to me you are oh so perfect,
My princess, my darling, his whore.

Kill me with your beauty,
Love me with your life.
Heal me like a bandage,
Cut me like a knife.

Natural Imbalance

Some feelings seem to never change,
They live on when even faces fade.

Some memories will never die,
Though dreams are rarely kept alive.

Some wounds appear to never heal,
This pain I will forever feel.

Why are visions overwhelming me
While some eyes will never get to see?

Who bares the burden of the blind?
Why do some seek and others find?

How many swallows does it take
If one does not a summer make?

Some problems will resolve themselves,
But most require a little help.