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UntitledEach human fears feeling lonely,
Forms connections to fill all the voids,
Some attain semblance of comfort,
Others escape and avoid.
Fair weather friendships are fickle,
Our smiles hide feeble disguises,
For repression retains one's material gains,
And that's worth all the lies it comprises.
Perception means more than reflection,
Distorted with artistic ease,
Lest the storm of the day drive fair weathers away,
Our deceptions seek those who believe.
Dear Reader, please don’t fear feeling lonely,
For if none gave true voice to the words,
We would never believe that to cease the deceit,
Our risks would be worth the reward.
Dear Reader, please don't fear feeling lonely,
For if none gave true voice to the words,
We would never have realized its all a disguise,
And that risk is well worth the reward.
TsukinushiI miss the lips I never kissed far more than those I tasted,
For each second spent in tasting became a moment wasted,
A dream cannot be buried beneath meaningless events,
A lesson learned repeatedly for which I must repent.
A wolf can howl for all its life and never kiss the moon,
Shattered remnants of its heart left strewn across the dunes,
Born bearing unrequited love for all its lonely life,
Destined cries unanswered ripple ‘cross the starry nights.
And I was but a wolf-cub who never had a chance,
Birthed into a lonely world so empty of romance,
Hopelessness incarnate, the knight within the poet,
Who watched his dreams eroded attempting not to show it.
I miss the lips I never kissed more than the rest combined,
Enough to be required to express it with a rhyme,
Those lips will never miss me despite countless hidden wishes,
For the existence I was given came with bliss strictly forbidden.
Petals FallingA cursed flower counts the days,
That love has passed me by,
I count the petals endlessly,
Awaiting there to die.
Each petal's fall a knell of death,
Translated into beauty,
A fate accursed placed on my back,
And styled as a duty.
Duty weighs so heavily,
And death is but a feather,
Yet the mountain rests atop my back,
A burden I must weather.
The flower's final petal makes its most fluid decent,
The crushing weight replaced by a feather's elegance.
UntitledDid it hurt when you fell from heaven?
'Cause it hurt when you sent me to hell,
Just because you're an angel that's fallen,
Doesn't mean you should take me as well.
I never asked to be broken,
It just sort of came with the past,
Punished for noble intentions,
Thrown out to rot with the trash.
I just wanted something that mattered,
A place that was safe to call home,
But the lies in your eyes oh so sweetly disguised,
Told a story quite far from my own.
Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?
Is that why you sent me to hell?
If I'd known the truth on the day that we'd met,
Id have made sure that I never fell.
Black CatA black cat crossed my path today,
And I could feel luck swing my way,
A funny thing the twists of fate,
The subtle change throughout the day,
A whiff of something on the breeze,
That stirs nostalgic memories,
Stolen kisses in the spring,
Silly wishes, promise rings,
Musty castles far away,
The scents that lead my heart astray.
A black cat crossed my path today,
The sunshine stirred my heart awake,
Feelings faded with the years,
From youthful bliss and wishes dear,
A desperate dream that clung to life,
Tinged quite slightly with contrite.
The EpilogueI loved a little lonely girl, with all my shattered heart,
A Poet, Knight, romantic who was hopeless from the start,
She used me and she broke me and she threw my heart away,
Yet I see the eyes upon the eyelids whether sleeping or awake.
So, please, won't you kindly save me from this darkness and this pain,
A fall for someone broken is not predestined to be vain,
For romance is a specialty I've perfected since conception,
So upon your first impression make a cursory inspection.
Fall in love with me and I can show you all the things you've dreamed,
Then add romance to the story as an author writes his scenes,
Save me from this darkness and I'll thank you for the light,
With an endless life of smiles, an eternal loyal Knight.
The StoryI loved a little, lonely girl,
With hair of bushy auburn curls,
I loved her with my healthy heart,
Doomed to shatter all apart.
This little girl, upon first sight,
Out shined the sun to make it night,
Waited anxious during class,
To hear the name to which she matched.
Once softly heard her name was burned,
Into a heart which sorely yearned,
To whisper sweetly, taste the sound,
Of the name which had it bound.
For many years that boy did chase,
To be replaced and be replaced,
Held her drunken, crying, lonely,
Cared for her, his none and only.
The years had passed the window open,
A feel, a spark, a dream awoken,
A chase impulsive, one last chance,
For the hopeless to find true romance.
A smile fixed upon his lips,
The poet met hers for a kiss,
Not yet knowing of the lie,
His lovely damsel in disguise.
Deceitful kisses oh so bliss,
Masked the thorns the roses hid,
Their cuts so subtle, never noticed,
Beneath the love on which he focused.
Ever hopeless the romantic,
Made a gesture so pedan
LifeWhen I was young they told me I could do anything,
They told me if I set my mind to it, that I could be great.
I told them: “Okay, I want to never grow up,
I’ll sit here and chill on this sweet sippy-cup.”
Twenty odd years later they tell me I need a job,
I tell them I don't need a job I just need someone to rob,
They tell me stealing is wrong and I shouldn’t do it to live,
So I ask them what they have upon their naive person to give.
The officer who cuffed me asked me why I would steal,
Such a nice kid from the suburbs shouldn’t struggle for meals,
I told him, “they said I could do anything when I was a kid,
a falsehood so sweet I could hardly resist.”
He asked me what could drive me to becoming a thief,
“Well, sir, my life is built of nothing but grief.
they told me when I was a kid that I’d be the nuts,
but all I ever really wanted was to never grow up.
The Holy TrinityEat my body, drink my blood,
It takes away your sin,
Obey my words and fear my name,
And you shall change within.
Worship me with every breath,
For rewards never seen,
I promise you an afterlife,
Sing my hymns, adore my birth,
And I will grant you bliss,
Read my book, obey my words,
My way is the only way,
The holy and the good,
A truly blessed, god-fearing man,
Does everything he should.
Addicted to Messy Kisses (Visual) I want to sit on the
roof top in your boxers and kiss
you while listening to you telling me about
the stars that made the constellations on my
face. I want to kiss you when you photograph me,
because that's what I want to remember: loving you
endlessly and boundlessly. I want to kiss you when you
are too tired and too drunk, and watch you slobbering all
over me, while I laugh in your breath on my lips. I want to
kiss you in libraries, when you'll blush and tell me to sto
organized chaosHis brain's like
reflecting muted light.
His brain is architecturally sound,
with perfect corners
organized into neat sections,
metal cutting the spectrum
into cautious pieces.
He tells me he's nothing.
He tells me that he's grown up
from the cracks in the sidewalk
like a dandelion,
and he's been waiting his whole life
for someone to come along
and blow his fucking head off.
He tells me he comes from a bad place,
and I nod
when all I want to do is shake him
and remind him
that everything beautiful
must grow up out of the dirt.
Lover, I will try to forget you.The moon is braiding
her sighs into my hair
as I tell her 'I
dislike the thought
of being perfect.
Even more because
I always tried for him.'
There is turbulence
in these bones as he
ghosts past me and
into the skyline.
Perhaps it is time
I stop following.
BloodlustIn our private heaven
We satisfy our bloodlust
By breaking each other's skin
With a shinny blade
And tasting the crimson flow
The flow of life
A life of lust and love
The love we feel
For each other
A bloody and guilty love
Of voluntary wounds
And beautiful scars
Our reason to live
Our dirty secret
A secret we both carry
With great pleasure
The only way
We can feel happiness
Two LilliesI found my soul,
in a white lily atop a hill,
a red wine sunset
splashed against the sky.
My heart felt her before
I could see,
the flower strongly rooted
petals blowing with a battle cry
against the wind.
The gusts overtime,
testing and strengthening
the precious growth
roots sewn deep.
I sat beside,
your petals open wide
nothing left to hide,
shades of white
despite the soil you came from.
Yet alone you sit
a secret scent,
for me to enjoy
as I read a book,
and talk to you about everything and nothing.
Late into the night.
dew like tear drops,
and I couldn't take you home with me
but I would return again,
Until the day I join you.
How the waves tasted your anklesSince you are the only sailor
of the sea that my moon-
child eyes so easily bleed,
I crumble to shoreline pieces
every time I press my lips
to half-neglected sea glass,
haunted by visions of the way
you rolled cherries on your tongue.
StarsYou fill me up with bubbles,
dreams and futures floating for me.
Using a line of chalk to draw my life plans on me,
outlining where we can go together.
Stars scribbled across my forehead,
highway across my belly.
Breathing in the cars, making a map of our love.
Peaches and CreamPour me a palette of autumn peach,
blend it in the basin of almond milk,
and let it fuse into my cheeks.
Stir memories of a rustic kiss,
a solemn wooden swing.
A gush of wind and its retreat.
An ounce of rain above my brow.
The sentiment of you and me –
the eyes of burning bronze.
An instant left to cling...
...the original blush
of peaches and cream.
Three WordsThree words people dream of each night before sleep,
Three words parents teach of with birds and with bees,
Three words grant a smile and set things to ease,
Three words people wish for to bring sweet relief.
Three words that were given and taken away,
Rip out a heart, leave a soul disarrayed,
A smile is broken, the sky fades to grey,
Three words became false and a heart fell astray.
Pick up the pieces, its never the same,
Three words once they're stolen are forever changed,
A burden so heavy it borders deranged,
Weighs down shoulders and hearts to leave a soul drained.
So when saying three words, please make sure they're true,
For once taken away, they cannot be renewed.
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