As my dear friend cried, angry with tears of frustration,
she said with quiver in her throat,
"How do you never get angery, your always so calm?"
"I want to be calm like you"
well,
my dear, my sweet rose,
it is more simple than it looks.
you must let your heart drive and your brain ride passenger,
you must except that life will hurt you deeply,
but only with good intention.
Keep your love,
your beautiful brilliance,
and cling to the ones who beat you with harsh words,
use your furry and fill them with your love
untill they realize,
the harm they blindly cause, and how they need you,
more than they know.

sleep has become a boring chore,
another thing I would rather not do.
I'd rather have the moonlight rap me in his dainty arms,
then feel the cold lack of presence.
but that too is long a distance,
far, out of sight in plain view.
we may claim to be a strong,
but the arms of another melt soul into stillness,
the stillness of a lake perfect for skipping stones.
my heart craves a partner for the dance of the bed,
***, no.
for love, a much slower dance.
for the soft touch of our noses,
the shallow breath on our flesh,
our eyes,
will devour us whole,
and that's quite alright.
for when your skin is so soft and you slip through my arms and melt into my chest,
I will be so happy.
I will finally sleep,
knowing I will see you in the morning.

Her eyes are dark and mysterious as endless space,
Her hair is  as sweet and soft bed of flowers.
Her angelic softness is beyond belief, imperfect to perfection.
Her embrace, that rejuvenating warmth that illumination from her being.
she clings to my mind like a cute parasite,
burrowing into the cracks of my dreams
my thoughts are swallowed away by her magnificence
and I can't help but feed that desire.
Her presence cradles my soul with brut force.

i pray that one day my soul will evolve and move on,
but every time I inch away, she bursts from my heart like butterfly and flutters around my conscious, unwilling to be caught.

i am but a shy lion,
afraid to roar at the setting sun as it slips away,
day after day.

the bow turns a cheek as the stern takes a seat,
his mind slips away as his heart begins to sink.
he is the Capitan of a sinking ship.
all alone in the dark sea,
crew has fled, hope is dead.
he is the Capitan of a sinking ship.
his ship turns a ruptured belly, growling and groaning,
he is not flinched from his lonely cabin.
he is the Capitan of a sinking ship.
the cold rain is warm to his touch,
the frothy brine envelopes his face,
he is the Capitan of a sinking ship.
he last thinks of the storm he couldn't miss.
floating down, to meet his love, in the vague abyss.
he was the Capitan of a sinking ship.

Winters dead tree, gloomy to life below,
It wants to come back,
So it reaches up to a black sky and with slender fingers.

It let go of its leaves when needed most,
The birds have left it no more substance,
It owns no fruit, the bark cracks as it freezes, it waits.

Not the sun, but a delicate light finds them,
In a blanket of death, and it embraces the earth and melts with the dirt,
And the bird simply finds another tree.

The rain has stopped, yet the ground stays wet here,
No longer able to absorb the storm,
The collection of it sits there, heavy and thick as mud,
In time, the ground begins to rot and decay,
An infestation roots deep in the flesh,
even worms will dare to dwell through this blight.

Snails and slugs shall follow,
Willing, they know they belong here,
They cherish this place of mold,
They sweat and break their sanity to hold it high,
They protect this place of mildew,
They know one day the sun shall show its golden face,
She will flash her redeeming eyes on this rotten place
Digging her muddy hands through the soil,
They shall step away and watch with joy as new flowers bloom.

I lay askew and unfilled,
Grasping for an invisible something that I swore was there,
Scraping an imperceptible sea that scented of meadow,
A silky soft touch of blazing embrace,
A curdling pop in my chest retracts my arms to a pale chest,
My heart lay in waste, wishing to ooze itself from a ribcage that binds it in confusion.
Darkness licks my skin into cold bumps of sorrow,
My left mind screams in defiance as the right side rapes,
"Why do you just sit there and sulk!
The ashes you lay on are old, do not eat them,
Let them scatter into the wind,
May the rain cleanse not drown,
And the lightning strike you a brighter perspective."