From the first day I saw you,
There wasn't a doubt in my mind.
I like you.
From the first day we spoke,
There was all the more reason.
I cannot say I know you well,
Or that many do, from what I can tell.
Still, it seems you have me under a spell.
Each morning I wake, you cross my mind,
And throughout the day those thoughts linger.
I have spent a great deal of time
Fantasizing situations where we meet again;
Where I'll say the words I write with my pen.

Intimidatingly alluring, that is what you are.
I cannot keep my awkwardness from stirring,
As I try to be smooth whilist my thoughts are still churning.
I keep messing up the words, from my mouth that come out.

You're even more fine, than the best dwarven stout,
With an essence of strength, though you keep yourself at length.
Even without a stash of memories, of you, in my mind;
Thoughts of you still cross, I find.
This is but a simple note to entwine your mind with rhyme,
I find you sublime, and I think you're divine.

To entwine you, within my forests
Of compliments and compassion.
To feed your every breath, fresh air
Of honesty and understanding.

Perhaps this is what, you want from me;
But fear I may one day, lie to the.

Well, give me but a chance,
I'll show you the world in which
You have me
Entranced

I'll concoct the finest Ventures,
And gift to you, my many splendours.
Fulfill your every want, and greed,
Satiate when you do plead.
Tis my desire. For you, I feed.

Thou shall refrain from embracing the sun,
Or even setting course, too near a star;
In fear of the heat, exhaustion, and getting burned.

Though in time we all do learn, a trip can be more than but a destination..

It can become a journey in search of love, worth or salvation,
A trip becomes a memory, those memories become a life been lived.
And what good story exists without a point
Of

...Hesitation.

I shall grace the, with my misery.
Eluding certainty of attraction.
Stirring the ***, of everything sought,
After I poison myself in humilitys fashion.

I shall consume thy concoction;
Devouring all that delights,
Whilst keeping my soul
And my heart, out of sight.

I may claw at my throat,
From the poisonous notes.
Grasping for air, claiming life isn't fair,
To avoid the one certain truth,
I'm the only cause, of despair.

The unworded truth lay twisted,
Where teething creatures stir.
Caught in the cobs of forgotten crevasse,
The doomed but dormant menace.

Thy beast shall be relieved of such burden,
Set free to light all darkness in flame
To extinguish all, til no brightness remains.

Putrid air from foul corpses, permeate the living.
Forsaking unfit, weak forces; creating a race of productive courses.

Allure me with silence, causing a stir of thoughts
In my heart as an ocean, in my mind as a sky,
In all of those rivers which have long since run dry.

Is this your endeavour, to drench yourself in splendour,
Leading eyes away, whilist running astray.
Watching me squirm, with each second of delay.

Perhaps it is not, the outcome you've sought.
Though the truth is so far, from easy to spot;
As any good killer, not easily caught.

I arrange these messes of letters;
Trying to express feelings and thoughts.
Twenty six letters do not suffice
To describe some states of mind.
No metaphors, or similies, could portray
The hyperbole, of self induced dismay.

She was a child of the universe,
Wading through the tall grass
Only stopping to reach up, and touch the stars.

I asked her how the stars felt when she touched them,
She replied, "like sunshine in the winter."
I asked her how they made her feel,
Then she told me, it was far too surreal.

The gypsy queen of eighteen,
Her soul, a map of destinations.
Her actions never needing explinations.
As wild and free, as a ship at sea.
She never was, but she will always be.

That magazine you keep on your shelf,
That you haven't looked at, more than twice.
It holds all of my sympathy,
For I know, of what that felt.

It all started with a few words on a page
And somehow turned into a whole lot more
Cause everything I knew had changed, when I started keeping score

Writing used to be simple poetry,
Instead of the only place my soul feels free.

Does a meaning differ -
By moonlight, aside sunlight..

What invokes essence of being,
Only unveiled by ticks on a clock

For some root into eternity, and flourish through ages;
Live timelessly in a world of time,
so long as those ahead choose to look behind.

What is life if not agony.
Have you ever truly lived,
If you haven't felt your lungs seize;
And struggled with a menial task like continuing to breathe?

How can you claim to have a life that's full
If you haven't felt the emptiness that comes from a destroyed soul?
Where can you find happiness or love
Without living for years in dispair;
This life has never been fair.

Life is seeing those you love slip away
After doing all that you can to keep their demons at bay.
Life is living with no one by your side,
Living with no true home to reside
And with no one in which to confide.

Avek nqou threndeyr awun nlehg.
Blautne rahn suvek lar.

Nual doan fouth keer heln
Aleht geif netfh aour Neith.
Elnish fouthe aourn
Eo ulth.

Heshlif moen fnigh alew,
Adow thel neqith.

Zil neith rouj yehk zcehn.

Trembling shivers
Slide their way
Across my skin, in waves.

Fragile bark coats the weeping willow,
Who's insides have been infested with termites.
They'll devour her core and leave her empty
While still appearing full and plenty,

'Til she begins to rot.

Complimenting a succubus, may not go as planned,
For every line you feed a *****; she will want several more.
Words are fuel for her fire, keep it burning, her desire.
More, and more, and more it takes,
To satisfy, to satiate.
Give me some ******* more,
And I'll be your little *****.

Starlight, quite bright,
Shining in the dark, tonight,
Give a light 'til darkness, fright,
And hide away, from me.

With each breath drawn, the distance which parts our bodies will evaporate, like dew after dawn.

And with each exhale of humid breath, the time taken slipping out of fabrics slows to a streamlined unveiling; that could entwine me until death.

Crumpled sheets
from an empty night
of restless comforts.

Contently lying, confined
yet camouflaged, in the ripples
lay every word unsaid,
through years of
  restless comforts...

Sleeping in positions
comfortable or not,
still gets us rest.

As to define a good nights sleep;
     I couldn't tell you.
    I've slept soundly on floors, and in cars,
   But these nights I toss and turn
  Leaving nothing in wake
But these
Crumpled sheets
from an empty night
of restless comforts.

He fell in love with the shell of a woman,
Whos eyes sparked from harshness.
Whos skin was chilled by the idea of lust.

"I swore I've seen a happy you,
And it was the most attractive thing I've ever seen."
What he saw was just a gleam -
Of someone that had never been.

It's not love, I tell you.
"But I swear my love is true."

I'll carve his heart right out,
Cause it wasn't love, I have no doubt.
I'll tell it to his face, that this was a mistake.

"Don't give up."

Why not?

Filling in lines, with large amounts of time.
Collapsing echoes of empty thoughts into our corners,
And living numb, like emotional hoarders.

Let us free. We wish to sing, to dance again;
To live our lives, as we did back then.
So ourselves and full of passion.
And so unique in every fashion.

Dig at me
With your knives and your spades,
You will not unburden my heart.
You can not find what no longer remains,
Or what was never there from the start.

Plead with me, your insincerity,
For thy glazed eyes will not ever see clearly.
I am full, of this emptiness.
I am the unhealthy and disgusting piggybacking on bitterness.

Holding every deadly sin in the palms of my hands,
And rolling the dice instead of making demands.

Hell does summon my fire within.
True wrath, is my only kin

Searching for outlines, through a thick haze
of smoke, and shadows
of soot, and smog.

Breathing in such vile odors,
which mask the locations of lines and confines.
Too weak to be breaking down doors.
Too tall to be down on the floors.

Dusty and *****, still haven't reached thirty.
Climbing high, moving on.
Pushing on from dusk through dawn.
Still unsure why I move on.

Weeds that grow, wind to and fro
We cannot let them go,
I can not let them go.

Abrasively dismayed
By the ones, with whom she played.

Winding up a glaze,
To cover eyes at which you gaze.

Melting forests, tied with old
Thoughts and feelings, poured the mold,
Upon which hardships now behold.

Carry on your storm,
For it is why the sky was born.

Twisting, turning, tides o churning
Diving down, to drown the burning
Fires flying, dreams of dying
Yearning and still learning.

Chase the oil slicks,
Douse the blackness.
Flee the river styx,
Let go of false desires.

Set the past, ablaze with matches.
Destroy this hatred, in its masses.
Follow footsteps, frightened faces,
And find fate hides, in many places.

Dazzling stars slowly flicker by
Enveloping doubt and fear as it draws nigh
Soon distressing, causing fear
For heaven's place, is not placed here.

Encroaching hardship may soon reach end
For through time, sights once glanced through a lens
May be retraced to their den
Results of circumstance, depends.

I wish, for freedom
For a language of my own.
A place to vent and call my home
When I feel so lost, and all alone.

Rhymes and rhythm once caught my eye,
Though I can not be true when others spy.
I used to want this
Im not sure if I still do
When I am unsure
Of what is true.

I present for the, me
A mess of emotion
With a head full of wonders in puzzling contortions

Subtracting and adding, feelings from thoughts
And filled with regrets of decisions unsaught
Living through life as each day passes by
While never really knowing which words are a lie

My mind brings me highs, and the lowest of lows, from wondering about things, that no one ever knows

Oh, I wish I could know
I wish I could know.

Pyromancy, is what I fancy.
Living for heat, and getting burned;
There are few greater lessons that one can learn,
Than to deal with a fire that forever churns.

It's an agonizing dance filled with a torturous dread,
But it will ignite your heart with passion, once you gain a kind of tread.

Dance with me fire, I no longer fear your burn.
Entrance me, desire, show me what I must earn.

Build it up, break it down, change it then go back to town
How do I obtain the color brown, would ask a newbie, with a frown.
Crafting and rafting,
Collecting and perplexing

In this world, there's always more
Not a thing I don't simply adore
What is obsidian used for?
Why that's to open a nether door,
Be sure to build it 5x4

Explore a jungle, make a tunnel,
Or let a creeper get you into trouble

Softly slipping silver spoons
Into fresh and awful wounds

Grinding kneeling stealing feeling
Making shaking faking taking
Soft but shallow breaths untaken.

Clip these wings, don't let me sing.
A caged bird is a safe bird.
A caged bird. A lovebird.

A cage is not a home.

Body and mind.
What is one without the other?
Love and trust gone - torn asunder.
This is what one douth plunder
To take just the body, of another.

I am the graphite, in the pencil which you hold.
I make my appearances where you place me, and nowhere else.

You use me to scratch out your thoughts.
You use me to draw these lines of conformity, to which I wish not to abide.
But I must - as you create these lines from myself.

Write on, you hold the power the same way you hold me,
With a firm, yet slightly loose grip.
You hold all control.

"I do not wish for this."

I was once full, respectable and of use, but you have worn me down.
I have been degraded, and as simple graphite I can not simply put myself together again.
You have diminished my encasing, sharpened away my boundary's.

Shifting times -
The turn of a season.

It's a beautiful, and dramatic change
Which slowly envelops all life.

Coercing leaves to the ground,
And coaxing the cold white into making it's first appearance.

This change happens every year before our eyes -
Plants and animals all change their ways
Yet our habits stay the same.

Man does not react as efficiently as the rest of life;
Man does not always notice this vast change
Until he sees the final leaf fall from tree.

A color scheme settles, into the black and white.
The areas once shaded, crosshatched, and scratched out
Have been evenly filled in with vibrant colors.

A yellow sets itself within the confines of lines on a page
As the dense blue stains heavy paper, with a bold sincerity.

Details without color, drew out texture and description.
Greens brought out life in these lines,
Red, added a thrill and suspense.

I am black and white,
I am simple, but complex to the detail.
Let's not ruin a good thing,
Color is complexity.

You are the ice that layers itself under the snow,
And what I have to watch out for with each step, as I walk.
You are always there, in my mind.
But you are not always here, because if you are I can't see you.

It seems so complex,
The way that you linger around
Even after you're long gone.
But this is as simple as ice in the winter.

When I think it is safe to run,
I may slip and fall down again.
Because you are always there.
You are always here, my ice.

I can not rid you from my life entirely,
as much as I wish it were possible.
I will make the same mistakes,
If I do not watch where I am walking.

I must live with the realization that the ground is not solid.
knowing that walking on, is not as easy as I have remembered.

Lesson 1:

Make her feel small, for the weak fear conflict.
Defend your honor, defend your words,
And make it clear; you will also defend her.
This will build trust, and trust is a must.

Warning;

This trap is a web which you must always keep spinning
If what you want in the end is to come out, winning.

Lesson 2:

Coax her into discussions which will turn to debate,
And do all that you can, to not have to relate.
Gather interesting facts and display all possible proof
So you prove every thing for her, except for the truth.
This is learning to create and display distractions,
Distractions are your savior.

This trap is a web which you must always keep spinning
If what you want in the end is to come out, winning.

Lesson 3:

Remember; she is never allowed to be right.
For if you give her the power of winning
She will feel she has the power to leave.
It is your job to keep her stuck,
And to take all that she has to offer,
while leaving her believing life is filled with bad luck.

Hint:

The difficulty in success lies, in your lies.
If she can read that you are lying, this trap will not succeed.
The trick is learning to tell lies, which no one else can read.

All these little pick me ups that you drop off, they weigh me down.
and I cant even move around. In fear that I, might make a sound.

For if I call, they wont catch me,
And if I fall I will drown.

Here I stand to wait my turn. Here I stand, for I have learned.
My dear we all have ups and downs, just as our faces have smiles, and frowns.
Some days we may want to turn around, and not face the path we're walking down.

For if I call, they wont catch me.
If I fall, I will drown.

A morning breeze crawls in through the window
Over the skin and  across my back..
A shiver and then a sigh,
A little too cold, and a little too dry.

I've set my sights upon a silent space,
Where I may show no feeling, and withhold all grace.
Wrapped in thoughts of many topics,
My mind's but a storm in the tropics.

To move, to walk, or to run along,
To never stop if you are strong.
To keep a pace, to win your race,
To gain just what one can't replace.

A leaf rolls by, on an early august
Mourning,
With wind by its side, in a sky,
Worth adorning.

Where will wind take, this leaf to its fate.
Is this love, or is it hate?

A breeze moves this leaf,
It lifts it up high
And allows it to fly,
But only by the wind and its sky.

Without the wind the leaf would land,
And have to learn it can not fly,
Only by wind in the sky.

The one that stays
And who is always there
To bring on conversation
Where distance means nothing
No matter how far

In the distance
When you desire time
Or a smile on your face
Someone will always mean something
Just as a star on a clear night.

Should I let you in,
Should I let love, win?
My whole wide world, is brought to a stop,
Then my heart spins and twirls, when I feel so high atop
Of this world as a mountain, where my dreams are like fountains,
Which pour out these rivers, and chill spines with shivers.

I should let this win,
I will let you in.
I'll jump upon the feeling express,
And race to explain with abrupt finesse,
Just how you do. Just what you do,
to show me that the word is true.

Show me what lies so deep within,
What joins two together to create our kin.
Believe in me with the same trust
Of those whom you love but do not lust,
Just tell me how you feel today,
and promise me it won't go away.

I know that in my heart you will forever stay,
I knew from the start, without any delay,
How you make me love you
Like a well written screenplay,
Or the wheels of cars, on an open freeway.
You make me love you, and I will tell you, someday.