Pavement

Silently I enjoy the distant sounds
trying to pierce the deafening silence.
The summer sun shines like it's
a mere autumn day,
while the moon just sits in the clear sky
shining as if the sun's too weak.
The ground beneath me seems
to follow the rythm of my breathing.
The sighing wind rustles the leaves around me.
Everything feels so peaceful.
The cracks in the pavement ressemble my scars.
The withered lines seem like faded memories.
It looks so trivial
while it feels so heavy.
Moments like this are so very rare.
What ever happened to simplicity
and the blissful tranquility?

Sporadically

The thought of her weighs heavy on my chest.
Perhaps I could have stood a chance,
but I had to sleep in the bed that I had made,
Those who sow in flames,
in ashes they shall reap.
So I forgot about her, only sporadicly
to be reminded of her existence.
The beauty she possessed was coveted
by the mass.
And I was no exception.
So I played my cards
until the joker got his laugh.
He laughed the night away at the succes of my failure.
I kept quiet and did what I did best.
Vanished in the shadows,
left alone from all the rest.