Yeah, I know I don't go down like wine;
I'm not one of
gentle
refinements.
I've been told I'm more of a whiskey.
But I swear that tastes like love.
I know because I've drunk the bottle.
If you ever tasted-
You know there's no such thing called a glass.

Love melts
the Snow;
Frost
and heats the Rain.
Steaming home's comfort
In the coldest places.
It's fire rises infecting solitude
With panting red.
Every time you breathe
I see Love.

My fear dwells in the darkest abyss I've come to know.
The grand trench,
to most is known as my works basement.
From the door beyond:
perpetual darkness blinds travelers whom dare roam in it's path.
The weak fend off the presumed Krueger like critters that scurry as you flail blindly for your weapon;
The clique light bulb hanging from a rusted chain.

These cold winter nights my friends,
I fend alone.
In the battle known as:
the night shift.

I fear to scribe you I must fight the presumed creatures of the cave alone for-
I've run out of froyo lids.

This epics protagonist however fears not:
Standing a a sky scraping 5"3 draped in the finest tye dye and yoga pants that can protect me from the harshest of demonry
(Except our bleach- which is apparently made out of acid from a comic book)

Of course I'm not scared...
It's not like you can't see your own nose in the decay that room brings.

As all great ventures go I put one foot in front of the other
down the spiral case that consumes your soul,
with every step with the cold harsh evil that is presumed to dwell in the unseen.
But...
There's no abyss...
Even worse?
Light?
**** there are actual things in here

Not from the bulb I've known but of the parts restricted.

"...FUUCK"
the light crashes
Wincing as it crawls to my feet
I squeak a small "hello..."
And the dweller of the cove advances with a Cheshire grin.
"Who are You?"
He puffs keeping the imaginary lines distance.
"Me? I'm the nights tender -how did YOU get back here?"
His roughness melts to a soft cheer as he's mouth uncoils laughing
" I own the building"
Tagging along in the light
I feel my cheeks grow warm
"Haha, oh well Hey nice to meet you"
Extending the torch to the dark
Timidly grabbing back,
across boundary lines.

Hey ladies and gents whom may read this :),
  This isn't a poem I just wanted to clear some things up. I'm not going to say whom or anything but I get messages on here- a decent amount,-and I love hearing from everyone- everyone's always been so lovily and I just love meeting people on here and reading their art and lives everyone shares, It's defiantly one of my favorite alerts on my phone/email/computer; I get even more excited with private messages and people sharing poems in the groups such as the "inspiration" album/group and " let it trend" group because it just makes one feel good that something you've written touched someone else and how some where in the world you've connected to someone. Always find the connections beautiful. With this being said I've gotten a number of messages from primarily  women who think/became under the impression I am a man do to my writings. Perhaps it's because some of my writings can be/ come off sensual or idk come off/can be graphic? not 100% sure, I guess people have been missing my bio were I say I'm a young woman. Everyone whoses written to me about intentions always been sweet-never offensive behaviors, but since this is a reoccurring thing and I've already depicted my ***/gender on my page I didn't know how else to kinda, come out as a female, besides writing a post. But yeah I've never/don't take offense to have people think of me as a different ***/gender or having a different ****** interest than I do, so just incase one of the people who read this have sent me a message under the impression I was a man, I don't write this out of any bad emotion or harsh vibes and -well private discussions already been made with clearing things up so hopefully with that there's already an understanding. I hope no one takes offense or is annoyed by this but I don't know. I just feel bad getting a message and potentially hurting someone by having to revealing something like my *** because you never know how a conversation or event may make someone feel and I like to respect people: especially when someone puts their cards on that table. But yeah going back to what this is about I'm a young woman for those who didn't know or wondering. And I still stand were I stand to anyone who wishes to message me or have any questions or comments and/or suggestions feel free to do so and all are welcomed and I truly do mean that :))
With love,
AG

Do you hear the cellos moan in the distance?
Voices achromatize and beckon?
Can you feel the vibratos?
Can you feel them echo within your vacancy-
Feel your warm silks quiver-
Members within tingling ridges,
Can you feel it?
The electric awakenings
shaking dilated eyes,
Can you feel it?
*-let me hear you
I wanna feel you.

I dream of tangerine skies
And endless seascapes,
Seamlessly mended by yellow threads-
Prepared to be veiled
By crushed blue velvet.
*Serenity

With every heartbeat
Your voice grows fainter.
Silence
Tuning in on the crackles that murmur
From glass,
Gossamer threads of gray
Escape your lips,
Lacing through the streams of the moon;
   You mean nothing to me.
Let me show you what love is.
The world's real small today.
I can feel it melt pools in my arms;
  You mean nothing to me.
Hearing the hums of my ever shrinking universe;
   You mean nothing to me
            Absolutely nothing to me
                *Nothing at all