only
through
the
jett black
marble eyes of
the
raven
where
we find
the  open
door of chances

We are the poets

The lovers, the fighters,
searching for truth, gasping for air
Tearing down walls, dancing through sorrow
Working our way through collective pain while standing on the edge of the cold hard mouth of the world


We are the dreamers

Pen in hand, heart on sleeve
Laying ourselves bare, tattooed with words
hearts beating in iambic pentameter;
wounds bleeding ink
Almost broken, nearly ****** yet driven by the indefatigable resilience to heal, syllable by syllable


We are the brave

Shining light in our darkest rooms
Stories of our catastrophic follies
Revealing in verse our deepest secrets, our greatest fears
Standing naked and wet on ice-cold tile in front of an unforgiving mirror yet unwilling to break the stare


We are misunderstood

Hopeless romantics in broken-hearted clothing
Teary eyed but vision clear
Laughing together, crying alone
Gnashing our teeth but holding steady our hand on the rudder, gently guiding the soul of the world


We are the witness and the witnessed

When the story of the world has been told
And the sun has set
a record of all that we have written will be discovered
And in that sacred text, the story of just how inexpressibly beautiful every single moment of our lives have been

We are the poets - never. stop.

pony-tailed playmate
head tucked in her shirt
gazing steadily down
at her toes in the dirt

chaos tiptoes around her
naive oblivion
journeys in far away lands
just west of the meridian

watercolor fairy tales
bleeding outside the lines
unaware of the danger
unaware of the signs

let me sit with you, darling
in the dampened flower beds
and paint a new world
for us in our heads

I'm ready to forgive you
but forgetting is a harder fight

A heart left cold
Will break

Running blindly
lungs start to scream
thoughts mindless
sorrow endless
Nightmarish dream.

Living this lucid reality
memories vivid visual 3D
Visions morphs beastly
Oceans coal a black sea
Cascading dark all I see
Choking on oxygen
gasping to breathe
Screaming in silence
My voice start to leave
fall to my knees
the dark inverts
It's all my eyes sees

Shaken, A rude awakening

Awake on a Horse
Followed by the ace of hearts
Arrows swoosh my head it past
I hear a voice in the background
yelling, ' give him back the tarts
It's the queen of tarts hearts
She will take off your head
paraded headless, call it face arts
encountered a army, came to a halt

As the axe touches my skin
awake in agony my neck attached
hands cant move, I start to overreact
If I must guess, buries in a casket
I cant move or scream, getting tired
***, it feels like I'm dying
buried alive, tears started crying
I feel my last breath dissipate
soul torn from my body
I envision it flying

Am I Dead?

I hear a familiar beeping
My name its calling
to my soul it's speaking
I get pulled back to unreality
I opened while shrieking
sweating overheating
was I awake or sleeping
Am I awake now?
Answers misleading

My soul still seeking
the only answer it gets
whispers from my demons

The manic pixie dream girl wouldn't fall for you
So you fell for the poisonous girl in the red dress instead,
Thinking they were the same.
And they're quite similar, really, all mad and free.
But the difference between pixie dream girl and me
Is that she is sweet.
She'll do what she wants: She might love you, she might leave you.
Gently. Softly.
I am not so sweet, not so gentle, not so soft.
I will leave you, I won't love you, and you will come crawling back.
I want you to love me until you cry
And I want you to cry for me like a dying man for breath,
A starving man for a meal,
A soaked man for the sun,
And a deserted man for rain and
Even then
I'll leave you again, crawling through the sand.
All that, just because I can.