Eyes of ice
And words of fire
This power of yours
Will never tire
You control the room
With a simple smile
And the heat of your glare
Carries for miles
With a wave of your hands
You could have the world on their knees
If you call me, I will come
Wherever you lead

Tension fills the air like smog
But you don't feel it at all
My heart is punching trough my ribs
But you can't see the damage
You have a way of shifting blame
And trying to make me feel insane
But I know myself
And I know you
Don't you worry you'll have no one soon?

I need to save you from writer's block
before you're outlined with chalk
so I outline a prompt
to lift you off
but I don't know what to suggest
your next project a must
my advice you trust
I hand you dust
which isn't much to work with
won't make any short lists
after your ignored fists
abort this
failed attempt to help with ideation
your writing equals my elation
so talk about migration
or my nation
just don't let that shining sun set
I'm sure you'll become unvexed
once you're creating subtext
after finding a subject.

Like a white rose planted in the deep end of the ocean,
in the dark, gracefully swirling the breeze;
a soft dance to the melody of sentiments, withering not but glowing beautifully asunder
Rooted beneath waters deep, moist beach sands below sea levels and under

Lost, I wasn't looking for you
In the dark, I search for you blind
Looking for love, I found your appeal
Beautifully broken and vulnerable
Lonely and seeking, only to be loved
...
              "so lone I drown in the side effect
              Burning in the fummimg fire
             Of everything I thought  was perfect"

~abunde