The Sun of Afterlife

I walked into the room with my hands wide open with possibility and held nothing but great love I walked through the doors and entered a room where a man who sat waiting in a four by four room
Walking a simple step would turn into an imagination complex where you create your own world
Your world could be anything and this anything could be perfect
A great story that desires a great heart
A heart so powerful that could turn your night into light with just a kiss through the air
A room that would open up a dark chapter and make it passable with a simple hike to memory lane
A life one thought couldn’t be open has just open doors so wide one couldn’t have missed
Leafs fall and rain turns into snow and your heart becomes warm
A room so powerful it brought nothing but soft endings
Journeys through volcanoes and terrifying lava turned into a super hero movie
A movie that would always let you shine and wouldn’t be forgotten
Chapters after chapters was possibilities one could have walked through instead of an end
I have not loved before and I have not found the answer of why
Fear of letting myself enter a world of real desire frightens me
I find myself as perfect as the world I have created and the world I have created is the world I am stuck in
A world where I find the man who sat in his four by four room just waiting for the one
His story has ended with kisses my story hasn’t began
I have walked into reality with wide open possibility and am holding nothing but great love

The Famous Stars

I put a life I once knew behind me and entered a world I didn’t know what it had to offer but fame. A Saturday night that held beautiful stars upon the people who worshiped them turned into a night full of fake bright stars that laid in wealth and laughed at people who worshiped them. My desire to know the normal and the world that once used to be on my side became a war with my own nightmare. A simple dream to contain a life with a loved one became money and that money turned into nothing but flashes and more flashes. A life so glamorous had to be so disgusting. I wanted to reach the stars and bring in the bright lights and I did but the lights never were bright enough to brighten my side but only yours. I watched and I had to and I loved it so I did just that till they wanted more and what I only had was my life and so I gave that up as I thought I wanted more. They took it into their hands and played with it like a game of baseball. My life turned into the ball and I kept being thrown to anyone who was wide open and available. The team kept winning but never satisfied with the numbers. A dream I once desired offered nothing but fame and here I was, standing underneath the stars knowing I was protected because I was one of them.

Listen to the Music Play

Dear John,
I have been keeping a secret from you for the past eight months and I don’t know how I may say this in a way where you heart wouldn’t fall and break into pieces. John I love you and you know that and I would never mean to hurt you in any way and I thought everything was going to be okay but I was wrong. You are the love of my life and you still are in so many ways I can’t even write them because when I think of them I would have to run and run to where you are and I can’t. I don’t want to lie anymore and I don’t want you to live a life where you can’t accept. I have been gone for the past eight months and that you know; I am not in Singapore anymore and I am very sorry but you must live a life where you don’t need to do anymore waiting. I won’t be coming back to Chicago anytime soon. I love you! So much! I am in a town where nothing but hell is observed. This letter is being read by the head of the town and certain information isn’t allowed to be told but I am allowed to tell you that I won’t be leaving this town for a very long time. I don’t know what I have done and I don’t know how to save myself but I want you to save yourself. Travel to the most beautiful cities in the world, dance to the most amazing music, and eat the most fabulous food the world can offer. My time has gone by so fast I didn’t have time to see it. Even though you’re going to find yourself in hell and find yourself confused but please do this for me. I will meet you somewhere sometime and to my love of my life I want nothing but to see smiles come toward me when I go near the most beautiful man on earth. This is the end of a beginning and I can’t say this enough John, but I love you.
I can’t put my pen down for some reason. I want to keep writing as I feel I am closer to you as possible right now. You changed my life, you are the first man who ever told me how beautiful I was, the first man who asked for my hand in marriage, the first man who taught me how to bake a real cheese cake, and the first man who would lie in bed with me for a whole weekend. I had it all and you gave it to me and I thank you so much. I have to go John. I will see you soon.
With love,
Nachton

The Boy Who Played With the Devil

Many years together that a connection has grown over the people it watched. I have watched him grow and I have watched him try to love what was around him and what was in front of him. The years I watched him hate the small and the big but the connection between the two held him up high and I would love nothing but the in he held locked up and at times when the storm he created held us apart was brought to daylight; he would love back. Seconds, minutes, days, weeks, months, years would be a race around the track for the next. I watched while tears fell down his cheeks, while it hit the floor and crashed into the wooden floor. When I wasn’t afraid I laid right next to him while his body would freeze in confusion and thoughts. I wanted to understand. I wanted to know who he was, what he wanted and what happiness meant. A life so simple became so difficult and the word why flew as if it was the bird that sang to you every morning. A day filled with bright skies turned into a dark tent. A night filled with stars was nothing but another night. Dark was dark and dark meant alone and alone meant thoughts and thoughts turned into questions and those questions never had answers. At the age of seventeen he had seen the devil and they played hell and when he turned nineteen I watched him lay in bed watching time pass by as if it was a missed train. He looked back at me when I realized I was just the ghost, the ghost of the boy I tried helping and without warning another question ran through the two minds, what will it be, my heart or will it be his?

The End of A Lot

Three years later and the clock still routed in circles helping time pass by
I watched the sun rise up high looking upon its people
I watched leafs fall on to the ground as if they were being kicked out of their own homes
I watched white noise fly through the air till it turned into its own kingdom
I have watched seeds turn into lovers and became appealing to even those who don’t desire
Life is a circle and I am in the middle till the end
I will watch and sometime I will hide
But sometimes missing a moment so small could mean missing a lot
I used to be scared and I hated the feeling but fear is what helps me stand up
Even though I want the clock to stop at times I have learned it’s just for the best

Piece of Its Mind

The flashes started gaining up on the crystal as if it was a dead killer whale on shore
It shined like a new shinny penny with a special edition logo that everyone wanted
That crystal was loved by everyone that moved and breathed on earth
The crystal didn’t want to love back because love meant to accept
One thought and the thought cried
The world was out of its mind
A name was given but a background check was hidden
Just like a ghost, it wanted the world to know but be visible
Life filled with beauty and common tears
So much lip and words and all so came with a life very much alone
No matter what direction it took it always landed back in its mind
Even though it walked around like some ghost that held so much information
It, the crystal didn’t mind
The crystal didn’t care
Being sad was its playtime
Being held was making friends
Being wrong was right
One thought and the thought cried
Cried for more terror and fear
To be sad and walk away as if it was a ghost

Worth the Drum

I wasn’t there but I saw everything that a human needs to see when it came to the side we called painless feel. I started off with words like “I’ll be here all for you” the words weren’t real they were what I call, fear. I did love, I did want, but I didn’t want to be what I was and I was someone who I couldn’t change because it became who I am now. I speak with no words and lovers could have told. They didn’t care they wanted the air to fly the way they taught it to. I was brought to pretend to create an image to those who question the lives we lived. I ran back to the door every time I had the chance to walk away free handed and I would kick the walls with black paint till the pain discovers a zone where it can relax and be free till the next group that becomes art. No one understood the art and no one ever cared. I have found the key to me and the key was to be sad and to be okay. That’s how I felt it, the feel I wanted to feel the feel that might get me out to the real world and not this world. I want to find out who I am but me is standing still in one stop and I wish I could be here just for you, just for you. The only person I love and I do really love you. The discovery just made the room more in silent and I have been hurt and I am here to play doctor with myself. No more the same, time to close the wide opened door and walk away to the welcome gates that yell out my name every night.