Do you remember
Those warm sunny days
When the sky was never grey
And our hearts were only love

Do you remember
Those chilly dark days
When the sky was painted black
And our moments shattered it with stars

Thinking back
On those days
I finally remember a day
I was actually
**happy

An old soul,
Curled up on the street.
Marks of burn,
Peeling skin,
Silent cry from the parched throat,
Agony on every turn,
Howl for food,
A sob in between,
Or was it the muscles' twist and turn?
Why did the burn,
Take just the skin,
Why didn't the heat,
Make some food,
Or give some heat,
On this cold street?!
And just then,
A passing gentleman,
In a black suit,
But without a boot,
Dropped me a drop of food,
And said, 'Look at that tree,
Burned in fire, jealousy and heat,
Soaked in rain, vain and pain,
Gnarled beyond the shadow's recognition,
Death has found him no definition,
So, you just rest in peace,
I will drop you daily,
Life in bits and pieces.'

I like to think that each star collects a moment
A moment that we have
So then they can tell stories
Wouldn't it be nice to have a statue of us?
So then we could place it in the stars
It would be amazing
At night everyone would look at the stars
And you know what they'd see?
They'd see **the story of us

empty kisses
and pointless hugs
had been the symbol
of a dead love

his lips had been
the gun;
his words
were the bullets

it all made sense now
i had been enticed by
his sweet kisses
just like carbon monoxide

sweet but yet odorless.
deadly.

he filled my lungs
with hope,
longing
and belonging

i had been poisoned by deceit.
jealousy.
denial.
lies.

every kiss
was meaningful
as he loved me
except he had a gun
behind his back

everytime he touched me
it was like an ignited flame
except he had
a gasoline tank hidden in the woods

finally it had been his time
to do what he does best,
**** my loving heart.

(b.d.s.)

i guess
this might be another poem
about how the mind works...

my mind
is a constant explosion
of fears and doubt

it ticks like a
constant bomb
never knowing
when it will explode

i fear that i
will awake
not knowing who
i am

i doubt
that anyone
would ever
light a fire
to my dying heart

i await
the day
my other half
will take my place

i fear the existence
of not existing
and the death
of a lost poet

where is love?
where is peace?
where am i?

i'm probably dying.
uncertainity exploding at the seams.

(b.d.s.)

tears fall
your name i call
gone

frozen in time
wasting away life
heartbroken.

outright cry
strikes at night
lost.

always lost
confused.
anxious.
scared.
lies.

knife
acts like
gasoline , poured on me

cast a match
flip the latch
to the prison cell of lost hearts

murmur my name
before i slain
the wretched beast

whisper into
the dead alleyways
a revival unavoidable

n̶e̶v̶e̶r̶ l̶o̶s̶t̶.
c̶o̶n̶f̶u̶s̶e̶d̶
a̶n̶x̶i̶o̶u̶s̶.
s̶c̶a̶r̶e̶d̶.
more deceit.

cold like a
untouched angel
away from the worst danger

i am born again.

purged.
regenerated.
strengthened.
renewed.
rebirth.
­
(b.d.s.)

so you must be another
reader
just about to pass this poem
well, you shouldn't

think about this
to yourself
while i explain
this to you

you, my friend,
are a human being
with a collection
of assorted thoughts

creativity blooms
from your mind
im sure you probably write
some good poetry too

here,you are
reading this poem
probably thinking
that this isnt all that good

but my dear,
you are not just creativity,
you are your experiences
that have occurred in the past
and will occur in the future
you are your relationships
whether they are true love
or heartbreak
you are every poem,
you have ever read
every feeling you have ever
felt
you are your thoughts
your words.
yourself.

you are not your body.
you are made of far bigger than that.
you are your soul

now that i have told
you this
do not
lose touch of who you are

every smile,
every hug,
every kiss,
should be you

every word
every sentence
every laugh
should feel so important

it should represent love.

and love should be you.

(b.d.s.)

when i laid eyes on you,
or maybe perhaps,
you laid eyes on me
it felt like a miracle took place

i guess
you somewhat
stitched my heart together
once again

my skin
had been
an array of
deep lines

as you touched
my lines
you connected them
making them look as if they were constellations

you gave me stars
and the moon to see them
it was beautiful
they were my stars

"beautiful", you murmured
as you left
a litter of kisses
on my collarbone

you held my hand
like it had been
the only thing
you ever wanted

you took my pain
away with every kiss
and you erased my lines
with every smile

you believed in me.

you healed me.

(b.d.s.)