We fail
only to make
success
taste that much
sweeter.

i want to kiss you,

everywhere

i want to hold your face in my hands
and i want to feel you lying next to me when my body has given in to exhaustion.

i want to see you smile,
and i want to make you happy.

i want to know what made you,
and i want to know what makes you doubt yourself.

i want to know if you've ever let the voices in your head get to you.
and when you tell me no,
i want to know what they could have possibly said to make you lie to me.

i don't want you to keep yourself hidden.

i want all of you.

i want to know about your demons,
and i promise i won't leave you when you finally tell me about them.

i want to know about the ones who make your days grey,
and about that time you almost let them win.

i want to make you feel powerful
and i want to make you feel loved.

i want you to know that i think you're beautiful,
and that i think that scar above your right eyebrow makes you a work of art.

you are an unfinished painting.

and by the time God is done with you,
you will be beyond perfect.

and when He puts you in a gallery,
next to those who are known as angels,
you will know then,

that you are extraordinary.

It is said that only fools rush in
To that, I must disagree
A magnetic attraction
Trying to fight it
Is like trying to deny
Mother Nature's raw power
Sometimes it just feels right
Because it is right
Saying only fools rush in is wrong
Only fools rush out

That classic cliche of a clock ticking too far
And a love that burns in the back of the mind
Scratching heat into the seams of social self control
But I'm strong enough to smile for the cameras

The tasty dabs of smiling sherbert keep me posted on the here and now
The all work and all play lifestyle brings smile from far and wide
I don't deserve forgiveness for the bitter taste in my mouth
I was the one that melted my key into the furnace
And I'm the one who can see the bridge behind him

Spit on me if you must, my love, my friends, my observant big brother
Pity is not for the imbalanced and favoured
I am strong, I am proud, and I am rolling sixes

Just allow me an occasion to mourn my mistakes
My hand feeling cold and singular again
My eyes dragging across the floor in retrospect
My lust seeping from under my fingernails with gangrenous inferiority
I want what I can't have, shouldn't have, not again

But that empowering sense of growth makes the counter productive
So appealing
Sometimes I can't take it
I would show you the nostalgic touches of the boy you've lost
And the inspiring intensity of the man I have become
Through every nerve and every word you would know why I love you

But..
Life is not that convenient
The imbalance is the nature of this evolving colossus encapsulating our species
I will learn to accept my loss
I will learn to love another
I will continue to develop my scripted status and materialistic hollows
Just know that I hate myself and you
For how much I miss you

I’m drenched
in the flood
which has yet to come

I’m *******
in the prison
which has yet to exist



Not having played
the game of chess
I’m already the checkmate



Not having tasted
a single cup of your wine
I’m already drunk



Not having entered
the battlefield

I’m already wounded and slain



I no longer
know the difference
between image and reality



Like the shadow
I am

And

I am not

Love is too short forgetting is the long part.

I look behind these eyes,
whole universe is hidden
between your voice, time and days your skin.

I feel behind this skin
all colors that leave me,
between the brightness of your eyes, flowers and your mouth.

Rock bottom was my home
But I slipped through the cracks
Free falling into oblivion
With no end in sight, I wait
Dreaming of the night
You will be here next to me
Promising that everything will be okay

But optimism is a fools gold
And Eve cursed us
So I know there is no hope for lost souls
No peace for weary minds
Just a life full of pain, and fear
Empty bottles on the night stand
And unanswered prayers

Every morning I wake,  I scream and scream,
So to alert all, that I am here.

I check each room to make sure I am the only one here.
Then I look in the mirror and there you are..

Why are you always here?  I hate you!
Every morning I shout at you, Go away!

I hide but when I look, there you are..
Why do you insist on taking over?

You slither around me and take control.
I face you with all the courage I can muster but
In the end, you always win.

So I wait for you to weaken and grow weary,
And I can take my power back.
I have never been past this point
But I still feel that small light of hope.

So I look into the mirror with such hope.
Hope that somehow, someday I can defeat you with that light I feel.

I look deeply into the mirror and there you are,  waiting for me as always.
I won’t give up to you!
I will fight to the end.
For I truly hate you.
I say, you cannot have me or my essence,
For that little light of hope still shines on.