There is an end to me and you,
but not to us...
There is a desert between our lips
that could not be watered...
The more I want you to forsake
this paper...
I wish my skin was a couple of
shades whiter, so you could sympathize...
Saying that you're sorry
No longer is the same...
With logs and sticks we built our walls
And patched the roof with straw and moss...
There is always this moment
before a car smash...
Quiet messages weave
between two eyes...
There's a salty ache in my ribcage
it radiates out through my muscles and bones...
A Rustic old windmill
stood firmly planted...
High speed connections
and neon lights...
I swallowed a well,
full of ink...
I'd like to gather my poems
and scatter them...
I want for love to be wild
and intoxicatingly sweet...
Love always ends too soon
corrupting lies with truth...
Something's gonna change here.
I ain't telling mama, yet...
There are things I want to say
but don't send them your way...
They tell me.....
I'll be writing her final stanza soon...
Despite the thousands of miles,
You're hear in my heart from the start...
I lay there looking up. The ceiling is white,
peeling paint; showing a crack (or two...
Twisted crumpled sheets,
Duvet kicked to the floor...
I have survived
thousands of years...
They say actions speak louder than words,
So you obviously don’t want to be heard...
Here, I am,
alone in this thing called life...
I could feel my heart folding itself
like one of those kirigami stars...
Sometimes I’m a Wife,
Sometimes I’m a Lover...
We crave
the comfort of love...
Moaning whispers, rapid breathing,
Love slows down it’s time at play...
When it gets hard to breath
The air of self-indignation...
When you look at them, forget
the adjectives smoldering and sizzling...
When i love,
i don't love...
As I write this last letter, the sun dies in my...
my vowels and consonants carry my shame and cross...
it is just an empty page calling me
and poetry is born from this mistake...
forgive me but there are some days
in which the gods can't touch...
if you climb silently into my skin
on a cold windy night...
Kids lives are more important than adults,
You’ve shown me that...
Tell it to the wind
Your voice will carry further...
A poet's pen with dexterous hand
Ink to paper often can...
The cover looked appealing
Albeit the spine slightly cracked...
I’m twirling thoughts or
Are they twirling me...
He is my hope
who keeps my path alight...
Follow me love, I'll pick you up
And place you beside my heart...
what bothered you worried me,
what angered you enraged me...
The night was hot with summer air
Wind was blowing through my hair...
I find myself yearning,
Wishing that you were here...
How did you find yourself flat on your back with...
Your heart is heavy and you threaten to choke on...
Perhaps fate made a mistake today
And brought you into my arms instead...
I quite miss the uncertainty
of the roaring gales of fire...
Nowadays,
My heart grieves in waves...
You may not know it...
But...
Write me a poem, Love
In these ruffled sheets...
.I*m Jealous Of Every Girl Who Even Hugged You...
A heart is not a play thing...
The inkless pen that lays before me now,
Has left it's Mark upon my crumbled page...
The lightening strikes, brightening the skies
As the rain pours heavily from my eyes...
Your soothing gentle voice,
Is music to my ears...
A slight touch can be electricfying,
Causing my whole body to shiver...
The loneliness has left its wicked charm,
And filled her heart with thirst for lustful fire...
He tells you that he's sorry
You just made him so upset...
Those whimper wails - those windy moans
Nostalgic beasts it trails of sombre undertones...
I’m losing myself in a self-destructive battle,
With blood gushing through my open wounds...
The second star on the right
And straight through the night to you...
Your storm blew down my barriers,
Stoking an ember; dimly glowing...
You are my isolation, desolation
Succour to my mind...
Drain your words of their nectar
And fill up my cup once more...
If I disappear with the morning,
Will your bitterness follow my wake...
I'm insecure; please strap me down.
Before I tumble back into my doubt...
A river ran along my cheek.
Past lips that tremble but dare not speak...
Weave your words around me,
They feel so good pressed against my skin...
Tiny segments of hope
and promises drizzle a...
She just wanted
to sit upon a birch of your heart...
Take your time today and smile,
For life is just a little while...
Of all things great and wonderful
I wish that I could care...
Is it possible to be in love with someone who is...
But though he loves someone else you have feelings...
What happened between us,
We cannot forget...
When we met we were silent
- a glance...
Every morning,
just before dawn...
The clock strikes three,
a feeble beep in the blaring silence...
Of the many wars I face
The hardest of them all...
A noose knocked on my door today.
It's knot hung loose as it made it's way...
And so, today we ended up
Splitting the rainbow in half...
Hades, I implore you! Cut this zealous string
so that I may again laugh and sing...
How joyous it would be
If I were loved by thee...