The Hallway Has No Stories

the door opens and closes,
both motives are made clear.
it is the mutual agony
that keeps the eyeballs rolling
abrupt and effortless;
a pair meeting another -a window is left ajar.
alas, a smile is born.

somebody intervenes; the door is closed.
and oh, the longing…
the heightening pain of blindness.
but one fathoms the scene
with eyes that could shatter a glass pane
and sees the silhouette alive through fog and filth.
the silhouette covered by a stupid another.
alas, the smile fades.

the sullen bell is heard, the door is opened.
the outline of a figure flawless and exquisite
amidst a crowd that travels with time
and alas, the smile is returned.

all are forgotten.
all are understood.
all are plain and blithe.
but all are guarded smiles within a stereotyped sight.

as if innocent, the door opens.
just another plain situation
within two different worlds -
beyond is the shattered soul,
behind is a seeking heart.
someone shuts the door close.
the story is left untold.

My Chemical Romance: Mr. Erlenmeyer, Your Flask is Broken

You broke my heart like the snapping of glass tubing into two
And like shattered pieces of broken cylinders
The graduations would never be the same.

Now the methyl red blood on my veins flow in half-drops
Since you wanted a perfect pink in your solution
Of colorless acid, with fumes like clouds of unknown concentration
And only you could answer.

So burn my white creased gown with the tip of a blue flame
And describe your preparations in a meaningless report
It’s so easy for you, you’re even getting bored
But me, I always get purple overruns

So let me stare at the walls of moles of cement powder
Until you decide to clean-up and leave.

Agony

here i am looking for anything related to you,
in detail, as i get a faded smile with every click.
it’s the same song we both hate, so why is it still playing?
it’s the hatred that keeps it alive.

i guess i expected a bit too much, or maybe a little less
for what i see seems a different story
mine is something delicate, something clean and pure.
that’s not what the world shows.

but you give me a different definition.
for you are flawed, but perfectly.

and still, everything remains unknown.
unknown with hopes that you see a different pair of eyes
from hers.

but you are blind as i am with what i see in you.

still, we both can’t comprehend.
there’s a connection invisible from two worlds
and no straight line is formed, but it’s on its way, i guess.

maybe. long, long way to go.

so now i hope for nothing.
for what she is to you doesn’t define who i am.

it just won’t.

At the Back of Beyond: Two

To Hell and Gone: From an Antipodean Distance I Still Can’t Smile Even A Guarded Smile At You

Like a greeting on your favorite station, it’s suddenly over
Or if it’s yet to come, you’re too busy to bother.
In a vertical horizon we meet;
I gaze rapidly so you don’t notice.
Then we’re three feet apart but getting closer
Still not as close as two goal posts on a soccer field.
Now the deafening silence has come in between
Plus everything else and still counting
No words should be spoken; let’s just walk
‘Til the light finds us.
And we’re three feet apart again, and getting farther.
So I sing a melody but you can’t even hear an utter.
Like the unnamed stars above let’s blend with the crowd.
Welcome me back; I’m still lost in you.
But are you even there?
I’m having a reverie while the night meets the morning.
You don’t even know.
So let’s leave it to that.
We’ll never know

At the Back of Beyond: One

Whispers spread the rumor of the whole truth
So I took a glance past my shoulder
And saw a blank phiz beside you
But I met your eyes for a nick of a second
And they didn’t notice, they didn’t notice.
Trying not to make it stand out like a sore thumb
A green-eyed monster in the person of Paul Pry
And when I took another glimpse
You were a solitary view.
I’ll pretend you’re just a notch somewhere
So I won’t get the scheming scrutiny
And maybe find something interesting around
So I could steal a 20-20 of you in a peripheral peep
How I wish I were sentient to comprehend
Do you have that lump in the throat too?
The night’s got me rarefied; let’s float in the cold air
Like the deafening bass throbs every beat on my chest
Then I’ll think of paradoxical ways to get into you.
Come, let’s wrap ourselves with a little paraffin
Maybe then we could talk in the rain when no one could hear
So we won’t make an eclat.
Just a 30-degree angle and everything’s easy on the eyes
But I am yellow as the blue in green is gone.
So stay on your corner and I’ll stay on the edge
Then let me find myself in the abyssal prarie
And leave me there, leave me there.