Reaching across your side,
you lay your head upon my chest
We rode back home in the back of my parent’s car,
The night hid our quiet displays of affection
I still feel the warmth of you body up against my own,
The street lights passed one by one
A kind of metronome to the hum of the engine
My limbs went numb hours ago but i dare not move a muscle
Because the silhouette of your face resting peacefully was
all I needed to feel like myself again.

Your spine curves like a saxophone,
I intend to play our symphonies
on the pearls that decorate your skin,
That trumpet in your throat sings
loud and full of life,
Please share it with me tonight,
The metronome across your chest
is a warm reminder of who I have
been looking for,
We do not even notice the broken
strings we share in our necks,
looked past tongue tied apologies
in the midmorning outros,
lay with me here tonight,
as if we were a chorus,
in just the right tune

The demons are haunting my mind with evil things that I even can't describe. They want me to hurt the people I hate just to get satisfied. I am blinded from the truth and the path of good.  All I want to do is make close people decide. It became my passion to make people couincide with my evil thoughts and the pass of destruction I designed. I want to a doctor that can prescribe a drug to **** the devil inside. The only way to be free is make good and evil collide and hope that my demons will be realesed outside of my body and soul. This light seems far to achieve but I am not going to loose my grip. I will fight to the bitter end til my heat turns white. God relieve this pain and take me to the heavens of delight.

Miles away in my heart
Feeling your love in the distance
Together we know we're apart
Ignoring the pull of resistance

Watching the shadows at play
Hearing the echoes of passion
Closer we sit far away
Kissing in our wondrous fashion

Now as I look I can see you
Farther is right out the door
Messaging now just a preview
Of all our love has in store

Liquid night, bottled and priced
3 shots of love and a dime bag
kerosene nostrils and white collared lies
this demon is a shadow
follows close when the sun is up
surrounds me under the moonlight
too much gunplay and valentines
I am no rose cheeked cherub
but still gripping at the sunset
waiting for its return
amongst other one way plane tickets

In truth
I'm happy
But I used to be
Quite broken
Hence the poems
And the heartache
And the sadness
And the hurt
Of course
Now I realize
If I press enter
At the right time
It can be considered
Art.

If honesty was a skill it'd be something you lack,
It's so hard to keep going  as I still look back,
Maybe I'm a fool, a fool for unforgiving love...
When your heart rips open is that finally enough?
Simplicity was all I've seen,
Wish you would still hold my hand as I walk along the streets.
A bed fit for two but it's only me,
Use to lay, use to rest but now i can hardly sleep,
As nightmares have come and taken over dreams.
If someone told me lonieness is where my life would lead,
I would close my eyes, block em out and never hear them speak.
Think it's time to rework these mental images, as I press Delete.

Passion, where have those lips gone?
Why must it take losing love to write the perfect song.
Why must it take, losing love...to write the perfect song (guitar playing)
uhmmm, she's gone away,
Yeah,
But I would erase this song just for you to stay.
Uhmm
But still...
Why must it take losing love, to write the perfect song.
Uhmm..why'd she go away. (Last guitar strum)

feeble ribs
caressing porcelain  
hearts

ink dipped tongue
every word he
uttered was
poetry

she painted him
with hues of gray
leaving a piece
of her crumbling
soul in each
stroke

his sleepless nights
spent with
pencil smudged
fingers
trying to find
the words
to describe her

they were 2:00 am
lovers
with blemished
hearts trying
to find love
in each other

~ am

Regret washes over in oceans,
Drenching a hot head with
Unholy sorrow and disgust;
Time reigns over as Almighty Queen
Who casts a permanent chill over
The land, the mirrors, the soul.
The molten mistakes cool solid
In the prison of our brains—
Forever materialized, measured, weighted.
A prideful ego never dies—
It's only masked by alibis.