I write because it feels right
in the process of writing
I am creating something

the Divine spark lives in me
and comes to life in the act of creation

even during my darkest suicidal hours,
I could not abandon poetry and art.
the act of creating and destroying
saved me

the process of writing is like my life
I build and destroy,
and in the process
try to grow from the experience

you may have done me wrong a number of times,
but i will always love you.

there were times where you treated me like ****, but at the same time you treated me so nicely and that's what i fell in love with.

you are the person i love,
you are my 4 am thoughts,
you are in my mind.

i need you.

Soothing smile radiating with hope
Warrior’s heart beating with courage
Countless veins flowing with life
Fearless eyes burning with passion
Shoulders carrying the universe
Arms wishing they were wings
Reaching out to the sky
Reflecting the white moonlight
Listing to the roaring wind
Seeing the world out of that window
Sky sparks fading into my eyes
Deep down into my universe
Lighting up the void within me
Bringing light to my dark twisted reflection
Embodiment of hatred and malice
Part of me born off year’s torture
Part of me that would never leave me rest
Part of me that I can hear and feel its laughs echoing inside of me
Pitch black reflection of me
****** rivers running down his eyes
Writing down his tale for me to read
For him to bare, and not to be shared
Covering my ears as I shout in pain
Body drained out of life crying fatigued from all the pains in life
Yet the laughter never stops
Slowing drowning in my dream
Following the sounds, following the laughs
Darker and darker, colder and colder
So much hate, so much pain
Shouts echoing but no one hears me
Heart dying from all these emotions
Found myself in dark room with a mirror
I see myself standing  
Laughing in so much pain, agony
I placed my hand, and so did it on the mirror
I got closer, and so did it
I see his face and eyes and I feel my mind shattering
For he was crying for me
For he was my pain living inside of me
For was everything I trapped inside of me
Yet he felt sorry for me, and laughed for me
For his world is a storm
For his world is me

It’s funny because – i'm used to being creative with words, and having the right things to say.
But then you come along and everything I had planned out gets whisked away.
I don’t know if it’s the pure seduction that just drives me crazy,
Or the thought of you being my lady.
Baby.


Im used to being creative with words, and expressing my deepest feelings.
But then you come along, and everything I had planned attracts dust on the shelf.
I don’t really don’t know if it’s your complexion that just drives me insane.
Or the thought of you saying “yes” to a diamond ring.
I don’t know…

Im used to being creative with words, and making myself known.
But then you come along, and all that I can think about is taking you home.
I don’t know if it is just your charisma alone, or the fact that you are the baddest girl
That I have ever known.
And I met that in a figurative sense.
I don’t know if you know what you do, but what you do drives me senseless, insane, And CRAZY.

Sweet Lady,
Hit reply if you like what you've heard.
& God knows I hope you do because it took me a while,

To write these words…