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A promiseI will invoke in you a cacophony of emotions.
You will become addicted to me and all that I am.
You will fall for me, lies and all.
And in the end, I shall break you.
Deaths embrace is a sweet as mine.
Only I will hold you for but a moment.
And tear your back apart.
When you step away from me.
You will be bleeding everywhere.
I am hell made flesh.
With the lie of heaven in my words.
The promise of salvation in my lips
The claws of a demon hidden in your flesh.
What you do to meHow can I love you when I have no heart?
When I got rid of it so long ago?
Who are you to do this to me?
You're so fucking perfect and beautiful
In every single way
It frustrates me so that I love you and I have no heart
I want to claw my eyes out yet crawl to you at the same time
You steal my breath and my thoughts
It feels as if I am being dashed against the wall
And offered a cookie at the same time
You will drive me insane
I want to cry tears of blood it hurts so much
My secret loveYou seduce me
You help me to forget
I want a future with you
And that scares me more than anything
I love you
Yet I fear to tell you so
Fear that you will reject me
Leave me alone in the darkness
I want to reach out to you and hold you close and tight
You fill me with such hopes and such fears
All at the same time
I want to know you intimately
Body and soul
Will you love me and help me to forget?
UntitledThat frozen stare
That frozen smile
That frozen heart
Laying in a pool of blood
My tears falling upon your frozen beauty
Holding you close as my body shakes
Sobbing wrecks my whole self
My heart breaking into a million billion pieces
My whole self ripped out and dashed upon the wall
Screaming to the heavens and asking why
Nobody answers me
I lay alone at night curled up tight
My body shaking even under the covers
My tears stain the pillow and sheets
Each day my mind is filled with you
Each day I die a little more inside
Each day my heart breaks a little more
All the things I love and missThe sound of your heartbeat
The sound of a waterfall as we lay under the stars
The sound of your laughter
The gentle caress of a hand upon my skin
The smile even brighter than the rising sun
The tight loving embrace of you
The gentle press of lips upon my own
The short arguments that ended in kissing
The love that drove and lifted me up and beyond
The piercing yet gentle eyes of green
The whispered words in the middle of the night
My HeavenMy heaven lost
My soul damned to wander
Searching for my heaven on earth
My wings burning
My tears flow slowly
The pain of the loss still fresh
My halo shattered into a thousand pieces
My heaven hidden
Those lips I once knew and kissed lost
That smile that I fell in love with gone
Your soul taken too early
My heaven, I miss you...
Am I going insane?I can, only recall one time feeling like this, with my head, my thoughts...slipping away from me. You see, I know I am losing it, that I am going insane. I can feel it, I wonder if others will notice, right now my mind is screaming at me to curl up around my heart tight and keep it safe while I lose the rest of me. I hope that I will be able to come back from this...whatever it is, I truly hope so. But..right now I am not so sure, if I am fully honest with you, to those reading this. My heart, my feelings, my love is entrusted to my most special person, my Kin'va. I..pray that she will hold onto me, help me through what I can feel coming. My thoughts already start to scatter worse and worse, I have to look farther to find them, and hold tighter to them so they do not run away from me. When I go to sleep tonight I just hope that I will wake up still me.
ThoughtsThe slow drip, drip, drip of the tap in the early hours of the morning as the lighting flashes and thunder roars in the distance. I sit here and think upon many things, philosophy, the future, the past and the present all have a place in my thoughts. I wonder how life would be if I had made different choices, wonder how much it would have changed who I am today. Would I still be the same person, seen as a great friend and person by some? Or would I not be? My demon taps gently upon my mind's door, wishing to have words with me. My other half is surprisingly gentle, despite who and what he is, it is in fact I who is not so gentle should I become angry, enraged. I guess I can say in all honesty, those are the times I scare even myself, and I do wonder, for those who have glimpsed this rage, this monster if you will, if they too fear me in those moments. The past lays behind me, all done and dusted as I am sure they say, and the present is now with the future spreading out far into
UntitledMy body and soul are covered in uncountable scares collected in battle. My rage is unceasing, like a tidal wave it consumes me and all those near me. The storm within myself thunders and rages, my blood boiling. I am so angry, so terribly angry and I don't know why. I wonder if this is what it means to be War, to know no peace unless an enemy is facing me and laying dead and bleeding at my feet. I want to kill, just keep going and killing, lose myself in the blissful screams and cries of whoever it is that is dying at my feet. I look at myself in the mirror and I wonder if I am some sort of monster, some sort of beast that lost himself millenna ago. I wonder if I should be locked away, chained up and never let out again. I want to taste the screaming agony of my foes souls and feel their blood wash over my tongue and down my throat. I am a beast, a monster unworthy of anything....
or maybe it actually is.this
a love poem:
this is not about
me and how i hate
the way realism tastes.
this is about you.
this is about how you
are one too many shades arrogant,
how nearly every night you
try to forget that time has
left you behind. this is
about your laugh and the way it
whispers "i can't remember
what i was like before i
became this." and,
if i'm being honest, this is about
how i will never see your too
cocky for your own damn good grin that
makes me go weak in the knees.
this is about you
and how you're not real and how i wish
to god that i wasn't either.
WomanA story behind her eyes
A dream on her lips
Waiting to be said,
Waiting to be true.
A voice from heart.
A lovely sound.
You're so tender,
So simple and complicated.
Spontaneous and shy.
Silent and talkative.
Serious and funny.
Always in love.
Tears rolling down for an illusion.
Eyes looking up missing somebody.
Letters never sent.
A heart that never sleeps.
You are so beautiful
Even when you feel you're the ugliest one.
You are a princess
Even when you feel nobody cares of you.
You are a goddess
Even when years painted lines on your face.
A sweet strength
A reason to love.
Candles for Fireplaces Make me a wish.
Suspend me in the lines of score sheets,
in the jetsam and flotsam of the shadows of songs
that never got the chance
to be sung.
Bereave the flames from Persephone's care,
disenchanted superheroyou are my kryptonite
even though i’m no superman;
i’m just riddled with weakness,
but i must be strong enough
to keep you.
(you are a drug
i can’t put down.
i don’t want to.)
we are standing on a precipice,
and i’m realizing i can’t fly.
(will you jump
on the way down.)
your hand is warm in mine
and i’m not strong enough to let go.
(stay by me.
be my strength,
because i’m not a super hero
and i can’t save you.
A Bisexual Poem.A Bisexual poem
Some people like men
Some people like women
Some may like the same genders of themselves
Some also like both
Liking both genders is being bisexual
I'm bisexual myself
No, i'm not ashamed of it
I'm proud of it
All bisexuals should proud of it
It's just who we are
Some people may accept us
And some people may not
If they don't like bisexuals, just forget about them
If they do like bisexuals, be their friend
I'm proud to be bisexual
You should be too.
If...If these boundaries and borders didn't exist,
my thoughts would be less fogy and without any mist.
If we didn't belong to different cultures and religions,
it wouldn't be difficult for me to take these decisions.
If these differences and distances could disappear,
I would be diagnosed with happiness and no sign of fear.
If these restrictions and limitations could vanish,
all my stress and tensions would suddenly diminish.
If we hadn't confessed our love for each other,
would you still care for me, would you still bother ?
If we hadn't met at all,
I wouldn't be so confident and stand so tall.
If I was as mature as you and you as immature as me,
we both could let go of these feelings and set each other free.
If you were as tangled as me and me as untangled as you,
I'll accept that this is not an illusion and your love for me is true.
If I didn't smile whenever I missed you,
and look in the mirror to capture the astonishing view.
If all this was just a sweet dream or may be a bluff,
Damn meDid you know I smile upon seeing yours
Did you know my heart skips upon seeing your face
Did you know I wish to hear your voice before I seek sleep
Heaven's knocking on the door of my heart but my palms sweat
Bliss is the liquid fire upon my mind but I wish to contain what already is
Sweet upon the touch of my flesh that I wish was yours but I worry of ruining what is already had
A dark cloud ascends from the face of the beautiful moon that is the full of your face
Goddess of the rosen petals that are the softness of your lips
Swift songs of silken words from crescent petals that purse and smile with pronunciation
Porcelain flesh smooth to the touch of snow angel's skin
Leaving TulsaGuitar strings marked your palms,
tattooing lyrics onto your skin
and making it glow like italic rust.
Garrett, would you have called me
over to your favorite spot
in the mountains
if you'd known that I was just as
lost as those scared rabbits,
running away from a dust storm?
Boy, I didn't expect to fall
prey to your September eyes
but that's exactly what happened.
And I never thought
we'd have anything in common,
let alone a strange
fire burning a hole in our sides;
our protective shells like Lego houses.
The thrill of wanderlust
rushed through our veins
as we sat, sipping cokes with rum
at a little soiled dove
bar in Tulsa on the weekends.
We talked about the places
we'd see if we ever
were to leave home,
sharing made-up fantasies
about running down gypsy roads
with backpacks strapped
to our bodies and wildflowers
melting in our cheeks
as we blushed under
a bourgeois European sun.
Boy, you smiled like you
couldn't wait to defy gravity
and I felt sorry that
your family didn't see
YouYour voice is soft passion
Your lips sweet heaven
Your touch sweet caress
Your heartbeat sweet music
Your love a gift
You're mine and I yours
Bound we lay in soft green earth
Looking up at the heavens
Stars as far as the eyes can see
I stroke your arm slowly
Enjoying the electricity of our touch
The sweet sensation as you stroke down my chest
The way my breath catches in my throat when you look at me
The only sound I hear when you speak is the sweet tones of your voice
I pull you on top of me and look up at you
A much better sight than any silly star I claim
You blush and bury your face in my neck
I feel a smile form upon your lips against my neck
You cannot see yet but I smile as you do and hold you tighter
They always said that love was impossible to find
Clearly they never knew the love of a good women such as you
My fingers trail through your hair and down your neck and back
Slowly and softly, gently and sweetly
I whisper into your ear how much I love you and I feel the heat of you
Red Letter Day - Prologue
So here I am, writing.
I’m writing, I’m writing – just as you told me to.
I’m writing, I’m writing, I’m writing.
Have you ever noticed that when the sun goes down, this flat changes? It does. The walls are white during the day and lingering brown at night. During the day, I’m with you and the light from outside paints the walls that heavenly color. But when that sun goes down, the demons wake and I’m alone again, even though you’re just a room away.
Somehow it seems less threatening tonight, and I think it’s because you’ve given me an assignment to try and fight off the darkness. You gave me a stack of papers and a pen and told me to write everything that comes to mind.
It’s a strange feeling to have complete freedom. These empty pages are mine to do whatever I please – I could even wipe my ass with them – but they’re also terribly intimidating. The blank page has always been a nemesis of man. It&
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