The Kiss Of Death

There's a pond at the end of the Earth that borderlines Hell.  A swampy pond, with toxic bubbles and smells of death.  Grabbing and terrorizing like a Venus Fly Trap.  Sinking and suffocating like quicksand. 

This Poisonous Pond is a murderer of millions.
But, it is possible to survive.  Trust me, I know.

Sometimes life drops you in the middle of this venomous pit and tells you to "swim". 

12 days ago, you opened your heart and allowed me to look inside. Telling me stories of why you're countenance is filling with toxic waste.
Explaining why you're ready to give up, Why you're ready to swallow Death.

With tears in my eyes and a broken soul, I opened my heart and showed you the remains of MY toxic waste. 
Telling you "there is a way out".  Begging you to not leave with the Dark Angel.

Because there are people like us out here.  Survivors. 

Give me your heart, and I will save you.

Don't get the wrong idea that this post is about death, because it's not.




- Trevor Powers

Moons and Moons... and Moons

I'm thinking about you because you're 73.46% Hydrogen and the center of this universe.

But time slipped through our hands, and you just killed Earth.  You killed the dreamer who imagined you.

I spent a year trying to Remember THAT Dream, but I never could figure out how the pieces fit together.

I loved what the Sun had to offer until I realized the Moon is Perfect.

The Moon is perfect because it sparks the nights that we remember.

The Moon was out that night we sat on the bench by the pond and held hands.   We watched the light glimmer across the water into a line as straight as Cupid's arrow.

The Moon was out that night we went up the canyon and sat in the same chair.  We watched the flames illuminate the fire into a dream that looked a lot like heaven.

Pink Floyd was incoherent when they tagged "The Dark Side Of The Moon" because there is no dark side of You.

Because You, are Perfect.



- Trevor Powers


P.S.  I know I told you it's open for interpretation, but the moon is what I'm looking at. (#41)

Out with the Old, In with the New

I wanna have those feelings again, the ones I have in my dreams. The ones where I wake up in a cold sweat cause I'm feeling so alive.

But these walls are closing in, and my heart just dropped through the trap door.
My hope is being burned with time, because I know that death can't be re-grown.
My vigorous pains, your warning signs, Thing's between us will never be the same.

The eradication of us never seemed real. 

Until I met YOU.

You were intriguing. Caught my eye the moment I saw you 6 years ago.  Bright hair, Bright eyes,  With a smile that could light up my darkest fears.

Soft hands, with a heart so big that it melts mine every time you have my pen on your lips.

You're my dream, and we're alive.  The whole world is whistling. Whistling to the sound of our favorite song.

Strawberry Ice Cream, Freeze Outs, and Fires scream "we're never gonna grow up."

Fire crackles, as it eradicates the beginning of something surreal.

 

And THIS.  This dream will take us to the Moon. And Back.

- Trevor Powers

Break Me

My bones told me to stop living in the dark because darkness kills.  But they never told me the road to light would be filled with thorns and heartache.

They told me they needed a break but I didn't listen.  I pushed and pushed until they shattered.  Disintegrating into a memory that only exists in my dreams.

My bones want me to be happy but they never told me leather and laces would be my biggest disappointment.

They never told me my heart was made of glass either.  Shattered by the slightest touch into shards that stay forever.  Cutting deeper and deeper into my bloody soul.

My bones said I was broken a long time ago but I didn't tell anyone.  I wish I did.

I wish I would've told you I've been crying for the last 4 years.  I've been pleading for help, but my glassy eyes never were the best at persuading.

I've been begging for a second chance that only exists in a perfect world.  But perfect worlds don't exist, and neither do second chances.

So stop taping the pieces back together because it won't change the fact that I'm still bleeding.

But my blood will run out, and life will go on..

I could say a broken bone ruined my life, but I never would've met you if I didn't.  And that was worth it.



- Trevor Powers

The Death Of A Tourist

Look at my journal, all the pages are straight.  Perfectly aligned in a way that won't be remembered.

Trevor Powers will be forgotten because writing from the heart is hard to reveal. 

I've found myself a villain in this story I've written.

I want that burning in my heart. Where the fire grows higher and higher and I can build it bigger than the sun.

I want to show you what's inside, but for so long I've covered it with lies. 

I'm finally ready for Paris.

 

 

 

 

- Trevor Powers

You.

738 days ago marks the day I fell in love with you.

Basketball games, Endless pancakes, a thrift shop, awkward cuddling, and to top it off, the snowball fight of the century.

I remember my cheeks hurting that day, the beginning of something surreal.

But Dreams Only Go As Far As You Take Them...

We need some time to re-build what we had, because it was truly beautiful.

Lets watch the city slowly vanish.  No crowd anymore, no cars, no signals.
In the middle of the street lies our mutual dream.  So stay calm, hold my hand, and give it a chance to take us away.

Because the peace that comes from our silence is something special.

I'm the only one that knows your bottom lip shakes when you're about to cry, because when I gave you that letter on your birthday, Tears filled our hearts.

You're the only one I've entrusted with the key to my soul.  The key to my darkest secrets. 
You've taken me to places I didn't know existed.  Places where everything we touch turns to gold.

I could stare in your eyes for hours, because that shade of green is unlike anything I've ever seen.

And I throw around "I love you" like they're produced from an assembly line.
But the ones I hear from you make me smile the same way I do when I get to show people a picture of you.

I even like making eye contact with you across the commons because it shows that you were thinking about me and I caught you and you know I saw but you don't care because you know I was thinking about you too.

I'm writing this because I want you to see my tears on the paper.
Because the middle seat was our special thing.
Because "Yellow" is our song.
Because that kiss in the middle of the football field, will always be our kiss.



- Trevor Powers

Playing With Fear

Senior year isn't about living in fear, its about taking pictures without a camera.  We live for moments that make our hands shake and voices tremble.

It drives me crazy knowing that I never kissed you.  The list of things I wish I would have done keeps on growing and it's filling the room in my brain called "regrets".  (#stolen)

So screw being afraid and live it up.  Because in 3 months, we'll never see each other again.

I'm sorry for you because when you look back you will remember NOTHING because you were to scared to play with fire.

Because when I played with fire, I ran from the cops and had the night of my life.

I didn't sleep cause I was terrified and that's why it will always be my favorite memory.

Screw you if you're to afraid to have an adventure because you're gonna wish you did.

I'm sorry you sat home that night because you missed out on something big.

The only fear I have is wishing I wish I would've done something.

"I was afraid to hold your hand in Ted Bundy's cave tonight but I did anyways because I knew I would regret it if I didn't." - Anonymous

- Trevor Powers

Relentless

A young, naive 15 year old boy once told me that he didn't care about anyone because people were shit.

But today, I saw a man picking up a broken pot to lighten a burden.
So screw you Nick Cave because when you said "people ain't no good", you were wrong.

Walking through the halls today, I heard a comment that broke my heart and filled it with anger.

3 simple words of "Go Kill Yourself".

It's people like you that make depression a real thing.
It's people like you that allow suicide to sound like a better option.

My stomach twists for you.

No wonder my sister comes home crying because people like you are relentless.

I pray to God that I will never end up like you.

Maybe you were right, Nick Cave.
Maybe that young, naive 15 year old boy was on to something.

It's almost as if destroying souls is a disease and every one's infected.
When are we gonna start looking for the good in people?



- Trevor Powers