Walking into the room full of quiet minds all sitting in common posture,
In the open corner I meet you lying down in your own comfort reading!
So I acknowledge your difference by complimenting you to celebrate!
Beginning our conversation was limited do to life differences, however;
We did not let it stop us for we saw Light and grabbed the hope inside of it!
In a second we connected, In a minute we established, In an hour we experienced,
Honest True Friendship!!!
There have been many Hugs, conversations, expressions, discoveries, challenges, boundaries, limits, with an endless number of more breath taking experiences that only we have together!
Through every Breath taken together in our friendship so far we both can only look ahead with
Pure Hope!
For our future is untold but our Hope is Alive together Forevermore!!!
I am twenty years old
I have never been in love
I have had my fair attractions
As for true love I have not
I imagine her though
Beautiful too me
I'm not quite sure her name though
Nor have I ever seen her before yet she welcomes me in my dreams
I think if I were to be in love
I'd like to be at the start
The start of something new
Something so pure
As pure as the bright blue sky
With the sun shining bright
Yeah I think that's love
Waking up next to her and seeing something like the sun
Don't get me wrong there are cloudy days
There will be raging storms
I guess in the end I'd like to be at the start
The start of a sunny day
I guess I'd like to be in love
.
Gold that matters,
turning tatters and rags
into art
into your heart that flatters,
finds me a pure Love;
me and what you allow for,
Danielle!
Love will wage
and rid the rage of paranoia
in the bone
through your essence and poem.
I respire and bow
forever now
taking heed your beautiful pose at night
that silhouettes your hair
agin the sky
to bring me home,
Danielle!
My heart,
sometimes a silly heart,
starts to perform a mighty symphony;
who am I not to employ
the superstitious wonder
of my Lover?
I practice, not,
what may impede your pleasures...
I am in your hands
to attend your heart's renaissance,
forever and ever,
easily,
my Danielle!
-Mark Lach
I sensed the pureness and innocence in your sacred space
I saw a part of me in you
I've never met someone I felt affinity to before
But now I feel dead around you
You've lost your authenticity
You are now a puppet under their spell
You are letting your beautiful heart be consumed by darkness and evil
This is not who you are, I know because I felt the real you
Everyone is born pure and innocent
Please don't let it take you
I got sucked in for a while, became evil like you
Lost, and confused in emptiness
I now focus on healing myself and let the love and light enter my heart
I feel whole again
And I still want to one day remind you to really see and feel
The light and pureness of unconditional universal love that is with in you
It doesn't matter how many days
Pass before my eyes
I find new, better ways
To let myself die
I quit smoking, I quit drinking, I quit running, I quit thinking
Tomorrow finds new time
To keep my ass alive
I'll search a hundred lifetimes
Before I let it go
I find new, better ways
To carry on the show
Started joking, started laughing, started crying, started doping
Tomorrow finds new time
To bury my ass alive
A cause is a substitute heartbeat
Keeps the way pure
I find new, better ways
To develop a cure
Quit loving, Quit fighting, Started Sleeping, Started Writing
Tomorrow finds new time,
Don't make me stay alive
I have dreamt about this moment too many times.
And let me tell you, your lips taste better in real life.
Sending shivers down my spine, making every nerve intertwine.
Your skin feels warm and smooth against mine, as i hold you closer with each smile.
Your hair smells pure and heavenly, as i breathe every inch of you and cache it mentally.
You might not have done this intentionally, but you make my heart beat irregularly.
You fit my brain like a glove and i flutter your heart like a dove.
Tracing every inch of you my hands throve, and taking in those mental images of you my mind strove.
As i grew tired of this chase, i thought to myself i could never grow tired of this face.
You somehow make time slow its pace, and before i know it its time for us to leave this place.
You show me the parts of you you kept hidden, and i play them over and over in my head, but from people's eyes its forbidden.
You show me how your heart was overridden, by those you wanted to stay true but didn't.
No matter how many times my heart will split, i will continue searching for those true eyes and never quit.
Turning my pupils into fire like a hundred candles lit, as i pledge to you for a hundred years i shall commit.
Waking up in his arms
Feeling his skin against mine
Hearing his voice thick with sleep
I kiss his Lips
Snuggled up against the cold
fitting perfectly against his body
Throw a blanket over us
Our own little world
Sweet words whispered to each other
Emotions soaring at their highest
Pure bliss fills the air
Never let this end
His eyes
blue green
mist pools
Look straight
into my
very soul
Awakens something
deep down
inside me
Something Ancient
something pure
something Magical
An orange glow and bright red teeth,
Oh, darling, won’t you sing me to sleep?
She drank her morning breakfast, Percocet and tea.
She played piano with bitten fingers, feet shaking underneath.
Her daddy taught her years ago, his bitten fingers touched those keys.
I should have beat him at his game, should’ve made them know this name.
She twinkled like a little star, lonely diamond in the sky,
Beautiful and woozy, not perfect like that Lucy.
She’s nothing special, damn sure not pure,
Thought she’d finally found her cure.
She wears those star-shaped sunglasses, knows she’s nothing good,
Smokes cigarettes and Mary-Jane, what are your demons, baby?
I’ll be your demon, baby.
Roof over her head is burning, eyes inside are ice,
She’s glacial and she’s tree bark, she’s a set of loaded dice.
I’ll finally beat him at his game; make that fucker know my name.
He’s gambling with danger, daddy dearest why’d you go?
Hung flowers across her bedroom walls, wilting brown and old.
She likes the smell of rotting, the sly slickness of mold.
Before she was glowing amber, now she’s those fading flowers.
Her lips are blue like the empty bottle on the table.
The TV’s on but only for static, she doesn’t believe in cable.
She didn’t believe in cable.
Just play the piano and please don’t call my mother,
The only friend I ever had besides you was my brother.
He ended up in prison, Father left years ago.
I should have beat him years go.
I should have done this years ago.
I loved you.
Such a faraway look for such a young girl
as she runs amuck in my flawless gardens
holding the blood of my enemies in one hand
and a brush in another; just to ruin the only
truly pure and wonderful, lovely things I have left.
Only wicked girls would break my heart;
only wicked girls would paint my roses red.
