The steady heartbeat of the wave
The sudden explosion against the rocks
The rough, sinking sand of my past
Then the smooth, calming sand of us
The sun hovering on the horizon
The silent stars full of lust
The moon glistening our reflection
The sweet echo of what is love

What is an idea if not to be realized?
I am the cave and you are beyond reach.
Without light there are no
shadows (except you.)
We are the footsteps
echoing God’s hollow chorus.

No two electrons in the universe
are in the same energy level
He said
(Even though I can taste the salt
in your tears like a sea
between the shores of our souls)

I think you are the rain
and I am the lake. (You are soft
and the sky is hesitant to let you go)
Or maybe you are the light,
and I am the space
around those slits in time.

As every baby draws its first breath,
our chaos expands and I see your victory
in the creaking of the trees and the
cancer in your love. “Look on my works,
ye mighty, and despair!”

It is energetically favourable
for two distant atoms to move
closer together (but not too close together).
You are inside me (a part from me)
but too close to touch.
I am everywhere
but we are nowhere without each other.

A shape with no substance,
you tear green ribbons into my sky
to tempt me with the heavens
beyond.
But no knife is sharp enough
to cut open our seams;
our electrons take
each breath together.

i like angry poetry
the kind that churns
in your gut,
with razors for teeth
and gums bleeding.
i like the violent sound
of verbs clashing
on a decaying page,
like the shot of a gun
on a quiet day.
i like the poetry that stays,
that lies in waiting
like a dog in a cage,
words that creep like
voided birds into the
wired tress of my brain,
that pay their rent
like drunken travelers
and trash the place.
i like angry poetry
the kind that sears it's
screams to my lips,
which spirit echoes and
moans for eager,
****** eyes.
words that hit like *****,
giving their reader
a killer hangover.
i like angry poetry,
the kind that leave you
with a smoky exit.

your mind is a hurricane
that I would gladly want to be swept away by

your veins are deserted railway tracks
that I would take a walk on no matter how blood-stained they are from your soul's suicide attempts

your ribcage is a prison for your demons
that I would venture into and destroy the demons within

your heart is a rusting chainsaw
which I would try to restore no matter how relentlessly its blades penetrate my hands

I wish you could love me
but why would you love a man
when the sun's in love with you

so this is my goodbye
for I have done everything I could to fix you
but you just forget me
as if I'm just a breath on a mirror

If I were an artist
I’d draw my way to heaven
Or rather paint myself into your presence
after all they are one and the same
I would craft a sculpture of you
And as much as I'd want the world to see
I’m would to keep it in my heart just for me
water colors to express the gentleness in your eyes
pastels to bring out the fullness of your lips
charcoal to show the depth of your dimples when you smile
If I were an artist I would try to recreate you everyday knowing what the final products will never do you justice
your smile is so illustrious it has gold accents on it
the copper tone of your skin is the perfect hue
If I were an artist I would create these things to resemble you but I’m not so I paint this picture instead

If I were an artist
I could make you mine,
in full colour

I could delicately brush
every inch of you,
gently caressing your beautiful body
with each loving stroke

I would gaze at your form,
longingly,
stare into your eyes
without shame

Adding splashes of red
for love and passion
and maybe you
would love me too

If I were an artist
I could keep you forever

Like colors on a wheel
We compliment each other
We're complete opposites
Bringing out the best in each other
So rough around the edges
With a smooth consistency
Mixed with some clashed feelings
And a fine tuned delicacy