Sleepless nights
and tender touches
truly provide unique perspective
for all to come
and all that's gone

                                   Broken pencils
                                   and crumbled papers
                                   are merely a lead
                                   for dried up tears
                                   and ****** knees

Mistake or blessing
a hidden disguise
a rush of heat
a secret demise

                                 For all that is given
                                 a fracture of the heart
                                 that is the price
                                 if we must part

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

foolish grins
and things unsaid
          ✦
a twinkle in your eye
a playful friend

                    the scent of your cologne
                    the feel of your shirt
                                  ✦
                   audacious jokes
                   a cryptic verse

slow guitar
secret kisses
         ✦
take me into
imagined blisses


                     "What are these?"
                      I guess that's my cue
                                  ✦
                      don't you see
                      these are all the reasons
                      that I love you

Attracted to you like a flame to a wick
Unknowingly mesmerized by your incandescence
Your impeccable beauty made me sick
But your attention like personal antidepressants

✖

I felt to special when you looked at me that way
Completely blinded by all your flirting
You made it seem like you were gonna stay
Now that thought is disconcerting

✖

You blew me away like smoke from a candle
Acted as if I hadn't mattered
You said I was too much to handle
And now it's my heart that lay shattered

✖

You knew the connection was there
However ephemeral our love may have been
You freaked out, left, and that wasn't fair
But by far you'll always be my favorite sin

Tick Tock
says the clock
Falls the rain
of her pain

Soaked in red
All upon her bed
Trickling onto the floor
Mercilessly spreading the gore

Written with a pen
and sealed with a kiss
oh, look, here's a plot twist

The pen is a razor
and the canvas is her wrist
Her eyes start to close
as she fades into the mist

You reminded me so much of a rose
Such elegance did you pose
Beautiful, lush, and full of surprise
How I wish I had known about your demise
Don't be silly, not that of thine
But the one you had in mind
For me, of course, what were you thinking
Now I am the ship that's slowly sinking
Time has passed, and now I'm gone
You sit there quietly, oh-so fond
and then that's when it came
Swift and sudden as the rain
The vicious guilt of what you had done
and now it's you that has to run
No matter how far or fast you go
You will never escape your vengeful foe
A wilted rose you have become
Did you picture me so dumb
I've come back to haunt you from the grave
Do you have what it takes to stand tall and brave
The answer is no
So far away you shall go
The life of a rose is not forever
or were you too busy to remember
Your time has finally come to an end
Now you make the perpetual descent
Into the confinement where you belong
Without a soul to accompany you along
Your story was a great one, but sad to be told
And there it sits sullenly for time to behold

The autumn leaves begin to fade
Turning into brilliant new shades
Green, red, orange, yellow
A surplus of choices for a Fall fellow
Then comes the crisp air
Bringing the season's news to share
The leaves start to fall
Bringing not an end, but a beginning for all
Autumn's adventures are coming to a close
But not permanently, it's just a doze

As I walk through the forest

It is almost as if it smiles
   It offers wondrous adventure for miles

     There are flecks of life all around
         Birds chirp and leaves fall down

            The forest remains vast and unexplored
               Only waiting for you to come forward

A great poet, a really great poet, is the most unpoetical of all creatures. But inferior poets are absolutely fascinating. The worse their rhymes are, the more picturesque they look.


                                                                         Lord Henry Wotton
                                                                        The Picture of Dorian Gray

My dear boy, the people who love only once in their lives are the really shallow people. What they call their loyalty, and their fidelity, I call either lethargy of a custom or their lack of imagination. Faithfulness is to the emotional life what consistency is to the life of the intellect- simply a confession of failure.              

                                                                        Lord Henry Wotton
                                                          ­              The Picture of Dorian Gray