Im falling apart,
pick a character, play your part.
Its okay darling
Im a lover of the arts.

The pain of yesterday is still trapped in the space between us, ajar in the door, that neither of us have the courage to close.

Your insecurities,
all those flaws you believe to be impurities,
are beautiful,
to me.

Beneath the surface
I start to boil,
My inner turmoil,
The tangled weeds,
Overgrown in the soil
Of my mind
Begin to unravel and unwind
And once again I am at risk
Of losing myself
Amongst poison ivy,
Planted by the lies
you told me.

I take my hands
And lace them tightly around your trembling heart,
I pull you in close
and promise you a fresh start
using
hand picked words of art
you place your palm
in mine
as we embark and unwind
the knots within your mind
together we find
solutions for the pollutions
that others have left behind.

The ink sinks through
as our sanitys brink, burrows
Deeper, deeper.
Into a world where blood red pain
shatters the moments
we tried our best to hold onto.
Scatters, across the reminders.
Lest they forget
to come forth and find us.

The valleys of your mind,
are the prettiest **** wrecks
I've ever seen.

A house isn't a home unless you're there.

The curtains close and I throw a rose into the stage, as the pages of our story meet, in harmony.
We say our goodbyes.

Dancing with death,
The mamba, the salsa,
Precise precision,
Two moves left.
No room for mistakes.
He places the blame
On a plaque with my name
As he hangs the frame
On my trembling body.

He reminds me,
Seconds are slipping into minutes,
Informs me our dance is unfinished.
Minutes sift into hours,
And they turn into showers,
Cold, bitter showers
And I'm naked and alone.

My hips follow his lead,
As I cry and plead,
Just one more song he says.
As he pulls me closer,
I replay the roller coaster of my life
As it flashes before my eyes.

2011 ©

The best of poets have tortured souls.

I have never been so content at the prospect of drowning
Until I realised I was doing so in you.

I can still taste you on my lips
Your sweet scent laced across my fingertips.
Honey dew gathering in the places that we kissed.

Everything I am, everything I shall be,
Everything I was, everything you see,
I give to thee
Irrevocably.

Insecurities have a way of
Eating you up
From the inside out.

Most people are just grains of sand, that come together to form a shore,
but you my darling,
are so much more.

And if I could write
and recite
these happenings within my mind
one can only wander
what words one could find
to describe
what one has never understood
and if I could
there'd be no need to bleed
a pen of its ink
if only I had the ability
to decipher what I think.

You scribbled out my innocence
With poisoned ink
That flowed from your tongue
Lies wrapped in little green ribbons
Tumbling from the corners of your lips
Trickling down your chin
Until eventually,
You started tripping over them.

The night you kissed me,
i drank from the stars,
as forest fires erupted,
in my cold and futile veins.
And the moon,
it fizzled on my tongue,
Because finally in life,
id found where i belong.

She's the kind of woman that makes you want to evade sleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.

There are some things that poetry cannot capture and recreate
Like the pull towards you,
The knowledge of fate.
Like the feeling of your hands laced through mine
As our bodies lay pressed against each other, entwined, as we discover each other, paying attention to signs of trespass, and tread carefully, as we free one another of insecurity.
Like the electricity that radiates from my lips, right down to my hips, every time we kiss.
Like the dragonflies, that dance through my insides every time i look deep into your eyes and straight through your soul.
Like the sound of your voice, as we sit and rejoice at the concept of choice, that we both offer one another.
Like the feeling of your lover, feeling like your best friend, never wanting the day to end, because time cannot comprehend how magical each moment is.
Like wanting to unravel and undress every thought that has the ability to compress your realities, wanting to untangle your anxieties, reassuring you, you're safe with me, and that your heart is in the best possible hands, that it could be.
Like not wanting to even sleep because the reality that we keep, puts to shame any dream, sewing the seams, of the future we had both hoped for and not yet found, the skip in our walk as we find our solid ground and the sanctity of knowing, you're sticking around.
Like the ability to bottle up your scent so for the time that we spent apart, I could taste you, and restart my heart.
Like the feeling you give, when you provide me with, the desire to not just survive but to live and give myself entirely.
Like the beauty you exude, every time you walk into a room, a flower in full bloom, and mine to behold, the inabailty to withhold such an insatiable light, to capture someone that shines so bright.
Like the the feeling of pride, that beams inside, every time I have you, fingers locked, walking by my side. The lack of divide, arms open wide as we subside in eachother.

Your lies coagulated in my veins.

Now don't get me wrong
I cant draw and when it comes
To putting a paintbrush to paper
I can form nothing of great worth
But one form of art I will always excel in
Produce masterpieces in, outshine every one else in,
Is the art of loving you.

Your fingertips are covered in thick sparkling stardust
the reminders of a night of passion
hours spent showing her
just how much you want her
just how much you need her
just how much you
love
her

All it took
Was one glance
One look
And in an instance
I knew
Everything I'd ever wanted and needed
Everything that was true
Lay securely inside
The woman
That is you.

You cascade over me like a waterfall

There were fires in me that could have burnt down entire cities, and you were the only one who took the time to extinguish them.

If we balanced our beliefs
Based on our griefs
Maybe we would cease
Fire.
Maybe the pleas,
And the consequences of dire,
Would be enough to aspire
To a better place,
To a new face
In that of justice.

Darling,
if you were single, i wouldn't be.

And though we're apart
She promised
To stay tangled up in my heart.

i miss the way you planted butterflies in my stomach and fireflies in the pupils of my eyes.

I would bleed every pen dry
The sun right out of the sky
The truth out of every lie
In a bid to list
all the reasons why
I love you

And when in I'm sitting and remembering
The times you've lied
The times I've cried
That you've bled it dry
Sorry doesn't mean a single thing.

Today is the yesterday that you will regret throwing away tomorrow.
Use it wisely.

Me?
I am astoundingly lucky,
You make me indescribably happy.
You free me from the deepest of insecurities,
and teach me,
To love myself,
show me the beauty you see,
teach me
to be, all i can be.

You tell me your afraid of the dark
well darling, ill stand in the shadows of your heart
and blaze a path,
so bright,
you won't have to be frightened anymore.

Sometimes I feel as though
I'm losing you,
As though you're slipping straight through my fingertips
And out of my grasp
That those moments that I cherished
Were here and gone all too fast

And yet each time I open my eyes
I realise,
You were never mine to lose
And these battles that I face and chose
And the ease you have to confuse
Comes with the price
Of having to sacrifice
Reality and my sanity
For a fantasy that never was
And never will be.
Your lies are an ocean
Washing over me
Drowning me at sea
And the hardest part?
I know I shall never be free.

Im a wasted rescue mission.
Throw down your ammunition
i have enough to tear myself apart.

She was an earth quake
And with one touch
I would forsake
Everything.

Look into my eyes,
There are no lies,
I have nothing to hide,
Allow your worries to subside
And wash away,
In me,
An Ocean of sanctity, security, honesty.

The way my name sounds
Sliding across your tongue
And
Departing from your lips
The way it feels as you draw it out
Of your hot breath and into the cold air and place it gently in the cove of my neck

Knocks me off my feet
Every single time

The next time someone asks you if you're okay
And you routinely go to say
I'm fine,
Hold your tongue,
You're doing no wrong,
By simply being human.

Poetry is creating words that flow through fingertips and onto the paper as rivers do into the ocean.

For years i'd survived,
through the intoxication of your love,
And the day you left,
I was forced into sobriety.