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

Dreams to reality.
If what I dream,
could be brought to life,
the world would live a life of strife.

The fiercest animals, together as one,
work to **** 'til the job is done.
our legs cant move as fast as we can run,
so every stumble, is the predators fun.

Curtious Curiosity,
Coaxing me in,
Calling my name
Like a chivalrous hymn. 

What is to blame
For what drives me insane 
And calls me like fame
To unwind and untame. 

Breathe in and breathe out
Get rid of all your doubts
Now find what life
Is truly about. 
Smile bright, never doubt.

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.

I will taste the lust on your lips,
For I have watched it linger there.
I will coax out those words you hide in your mind,
For I have seen sentances spark within your stare.
I will bite at these things that keep you contained,
For I also wish to be free from restrains.

Cravings I've had before are nothing compared to thoughts of you,
The desire of lust is nothing, compared to the motivation for a conversation.
Hit that switch and let your thoughts drown me, I can drink them all.
Flip that lever and I'll show you my endeavor, to learn all I can of who you are.
Excitement at the mere thought of a thought, of a thought.
You're in my dreams, boy.
You are my dream, boy.

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.

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.

Its what's on the inside that matters.
But it's what's on the outside, that gets your attention.

There is not a day, I don't wish to be seen
As a woman straight out of a dream.

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.

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.

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.

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.

I'm wondering how I've got to here,
this point where I'm ready to face all my fears.
Where all these cries of hatred,
will fall upon deaf ears.

Smoke which clouds the trail ahead,
Swiftly and smothly clears.
A wave of a hand, could show us a place to land,
or wipe away warm tears.

A sence above all others,
Past tence, or present stutters,
define what we hide behind our shutters,
and barley spoken mutters.

There is a height which we can reach,
once we decide to breach
this barrier which seems to keep
in these words we wish to speak.

Each branch which may, lay in the way,
can be overcome with one great leap,
as each and every single day,
is one more day we keep
small secrets in the deep.

This is what I've wanted.
To slip under sheets and get a restful sleep,
Instead of laying awake, uncertain, unsatisfied.

I've wished to be lost in the comforts of pillows and blankets,
Not left uncovered, uncomfortable.

I've found a new bed
I've found the dream outside my head.
I finally feel alive, not dead.

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.

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.

If I cry to the moon, like a wolf in the woods..
Would it heed a reply?
If I let my tears drip, as I bathe in the river..
Would the fish taste the salts of my sorrow?
If I exhale a breath into the night air,
Would the breeze even be aware?

Are my actions frozen in place,
Or simply, displaced..
Like the smile from a face.

I'll wait,
Like I wait.
So I wait,
And, I wait.
Give me something
To sedate,
So my hate
Will not break,
Free, from myself,
And destroy you,
Like it does,
Like it has
Destroyed me,
Who I was.
Who I am
Is now ******,
Cause you've scammed
Me, and my mind,
To think time
Is just fine,
To waste.
While I wait,
Like I wait.
And I wait,
So, I hate.

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.

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

You come off as tough and unyielding,
And I, a maliable form..
Show me your weakness;
And I'll show you my strength.

The difficulty, in foreseeing impending fatigue,
lies uncomfortably in the presence of emotion.

Clouding any vision of what's not concrete,
like a blindfold, masking anything of curiosity,
from our minds, and our lives.
Making the unknown, a mystery to all.

New ideas will cease to exist,
as everything will stay the same.
Just as love would have wanted.

Solidity in solitude,
and finding it exists.

Compassion in discernment,
where everything, just fits.

I enjoy hearing the words that you speak,
even if the softest ones, are never said to me.
I adore to see your smiling face,
every morning, in this same, old place.
I crave to feel, the softness of skin,
the graze of a hand, or even a limb.
*Its an endless entrapment,
and I've yet to find a way,
to escape from here, but have the feelings, stay.

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.

It's but a lonely place, in this heart.
No matter how clean things are kept,
It constantly feels it's all falling apart;
And to clean up this mess, I don't know where to start.

I feel your heat, fire.
I long to get close enough to be burned.
I am your observer, you can call me yours.
But you, are not mine.
I am one with the crowd flocked around you.
All of us close enough to feel,
But I'll envy the one you consume whole.
The pyromaniac who fears nothing and walks right in, to feel your all.

I look for you, as I walk through the grocery store.
In that brief moment, wondering if there is milk at home or not.
My eyes wander, hoping to find you,
Whilst my mind skips the thought.
I'll see a sliver of a car drive past me,
And I cant help to look at the driver, in case its you.

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.

Missing, waiting,
Wishing, hating,
Spending all my
Time, debating.

Loving, longing,
Always, stalling,
Stand up tall,
Watch me crawling.

What is worth it,
When I can't quit.
I still love you,
But I feel like ****.

Into your life,
I can't fit,
Nor can I crawl out,
From this pit.

I write, you read,
That is all, which I need.
From you, I feed,
I'll go, where you lead.

Plant a flower,
With one seed,
Watch it grow,
Into a ****.

I can't ****,
What I have made,
Even if
It has decayed.

You were the first drop of rain after a seemingly endless drought.
The beginning of the end of a barren Era.

After that first drop, the crops began to take life.
The trees seemed to stand taller,
The animals, seemed calmer.

You were the start of everything new.
You were the embodiment, of everything true.

I couldn't ask a thing from you,
Your presence is enough to fulfill a lifetime.

It seems to be, so simply,
that I let all that you are, consume me.
For I indulge at the slightest touch,
and I yearn for the day,
but I'd **** for the night.
I let every trouble and worry, slip away.
Finding sweet serenity,
in a face, and mind, so eloquent.
Some days, I think I think too much.
and some days, I think I'm right.

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.

Scattered shavings of pencil led
To line the dusty floor.
Sketched art instead of words unsaid
Sleeping behind closed doors.
A sillouette in graphite lines
Surfaces in the dark,
When light shines out and down again
The creature does embark.

Even if I'm not the one,
you'll come to, every time.
Even if I'm not the one,
who's always on your mind.
I'll be here when you need me,
whenever that may be.
I'll be here when you need me,
I will not be busy.
Even if you can not trust,
with your heart or your mind.
Even if you can not trust,
I'll teach you in due time.
You can always come to me,
I'll share my time with you.
You can always come to me,
with any of your issues.
I'll do my best to help you,
so you won't feel alone,
I'll do my best to help you,
I'll make you feel at home.

I miss feeling wanted.
Back when I knew I was desired,
Before I turned into someone who was acquired.

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.

I've never learned to wade in the waters of a soul before venturing deeper,
Instead I jump right in, an eloquent dive into the deep end.

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've fallen back into the abyss,
After swimming in a sea of light.

It's much darker here than I remember.

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

I wish that your holidays, will be filled with cheer,
even if you are left, without any beer.
For as long as your loved ones are kept near,
you should be filled with joy, and left without fear.
All the Christmas carols, that you will hear,
should fill up your homes, and with that each ear.
If you will drink, I hope your mind will stay clear,
So I may wish you a sincere, and happy new year.

Sometimes I wonder
If it's because I have shut so much love out, in fear of hurt,
That love hasn't shown it's face to me
In years.