Once more she drifts deep,

snowflakes,

feathers,

kisses soft,

blackness wraps her tight.

Contrast whispers in the void,

light and dark dance endlessly.

forcing your feelings on someone is irresponsible and rude,
but when crammed into words,
art is made.

That boy’s acting hostile,
Cold-blooded like a reptile.
He’s got to learn acting tough is futile,
despite him feeling utile.

No gang grands him vacation.
They recruit sheep like him,
lone but docile,
Utilizing juveniles on probation-
no hesitation, no consideration.
For who else would reach out,
to a soul untamed,
a boy unfazed,
a coy unflamed,
who lacks in passion,
consumed by hate?

but how could a modern mind
decline a fellow human,
that's living for the missions
he's been given
his whole life?

is it poetry
if someone pens words that won't
work or hold meaning

one would have to be kind to suffice.
but those who are scarred by mockery
cannot pay that price.

strange,
wouldn't a wounded man protect his family
from the forces that once struck his soul?
that left scars for
the lonesome man he has become?

curious,
both the foolish and the wise
trace the lines of their scars with knives
to cut them on others, themselves,
into fresh, unbroken skin.

the blood pouring on the metal
a mere symbol of what lies within.

Taking strolls along the river,
Wandering paths of our paradise.
Tiny twigs scattered ashore,
Gray skies yielding to sunrise.

We laugh at silly matters,
Finding ways through tangled vines.
Never lost when we’re together,
For you know my crazy mind aligns.

I’m in love with you forever,
Tell me why?
My mind made you a hive,
Instead of bidding goodbye?

Tell me why you’ve chosen never,
While paradise breathes our names,
In every sigh.

Some still consider
a lack of attraction as
the burden of love