All that is gold does not glitter,

Not all those who wander are lost;

The old that is strong does not wither,

Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

From the ashes a fire shall be woken,

A light from the shadows shall spring;

Renewed shall be blade that was broken,

The crownless again shall be king.

In Dwimordene, in Lorien

Seldom have walked the feet of Men,

Few mortal eyes have seen the light,

That lies there ever, long and bright.

Galadriel! Galadriel!

Clear is the water of your well,

White is the star in your white hand

Unmarrred, unstained is leaf and land,

In Dwimordene, in Lorien

More fair than thoughts of Mortal Men.

To Flammifer of Westernesse.

I cannot love you
You, a poet like me
For I fear your poetry
As much as I fear mine

Words will flow inevitably
The current is impossible to defy
The current we shall not defy
Because we live to write and we write to live

Time will be spent not through creating memories
But by attempts to create impeccable metaphors
And instead of holding each other's hand
We'd be gripping pens for dear life

There would be smiles and laughter
But more of screams and groans
Out of frustration, of exasperation
We live to write and we write to live

I foresee a competition, commencing unannounced
After making love, we shall draw our swords out
Joined by passionate fire, now we shall turn away
And  make each other bleed each other's name

Your eyes are the moon illuminating my night
My smile is a hundred suns on your vast sky
Our love shall be immortalized in words
But our hearts shall be left in ruins

For your scarlet wildfires will contest my sky blue ice
And my apathetic ice will envelop your vivacious seas
Your enraged seas will swallow my tranquil lands
And my ambitious lands will reach your unreachable skies

We will spew verses and scribble stanzas some more
Crumple countless papers and waste bottles of ink
Our grandiloquence is what brought us together
But our different styles would escort us to the end

We are poets, we do what poets do best
Poets may love but poets are made to write
We live to write and we write to live
We shall not live for each other and let each other live

Instead of dousing you with water
My kisses made your ocean drier
And my touches only set you on fire

You said my words felt like sharp ice
Sounded like an orchestra of lies
But I swear they weren't meant
To sound like goodbyes

On the highway of dreams
I drove but didn't mean to crash
Memories of glitter turning to ash
The grasped infinity disappearing in a flash

I am a poison, your favorite brand
Another inch lost on your life's strand
Forgive me my love
But I can never let go of your hand

My touches excite you, I know
Your heart beats harder behind brittle bars
But they exacerbate your old scars
And make your lips crave cigars

I vowed to pamper you like a queen
Let you bask in a life so pristine
I apologize for bearing thorns
You shouldn't be searching for morphine

My lips are void of mendacity
You speak words immersed in asperity
I only wish to bring your heart placidity
But dear, I'm failing immensely

I'm on my knees but I don't pray
Your aligned stars, now in disarray
Rainbows in your eyes are turning gray
Why do you still ask me to stay?

A poets heart
Is that of torn and tattered pages
Filled with words that beg to be expressed
That most will deny, and keep repressed
So filled with vengeful hate,
Twisted love,
Sweat-breaking fear,
Painful anger,
Created not by the friends they keep close
But the demons they host
My heart is that of a poet
Cold, but true
And if you understand what the demons mean,
Well then
You might be one too.

You only wear dark clothes when you're sad
now you're wearing black

My hands are the coldest you’ll ever hold
I think my heart is too

I’ll never be big
or small enough to fit in your arms
                                              I always kiss
   the wrong person goodnight

Now ask me how many times you kissed me
then how many times I actually felt something

          Maybe we are just  a lesson that
has gone unlearned
                        Or maybe I just don't know how to end this.