It may take too long a time to write,
For the anxious future's now the past,
But the words are flowing out at last.
Composing verse on love and hate,
Death and youth,
And all of nature,
First and all loves,
All relations,
The beauty in all of creation.

I'm pleased to share
My P.O.V.,
On myriad subjects
That interest me;
A perogative poets share
At all stages.
We take liberties,
Endure indignities,
Being the voices
Of all ages.

The cold breezes of November,
The dark and lonely nights of December,
Days had cut in ones desire,
Now there are snow capped mountains of January,
These months passing by so fast,
And you my honey haven't come by,
You had gone last September,
Promising your return,
From that day on wards,
I waited for your arrival,
The raging war and conflicts,
They have lengthened your stay,
For as long as I can remember,
Now I just can't wait.
Please come back,
The war will take you away from me,
Remember the promise that you made,
You'll be back in one piece,
Let that be,
Vandalism all over country,
All over the news can be seen,
People in uniforms running to save our country,
But I am too selfish to let you go,
I don't care about the rest,
Just the misery that struck me,
Of losing you,
And how it would be !

his breath woke me up every night
we lay in bed; no, it wasn't
that his breath smelled of toxins,
but of dandelions and poppies.
his hair smelled like he rolled around in
fields of roses and he was
the single dandelion that begged and
pleaded to fit in.
he would never fit
in but he didn't know that, so
he kept trying and it was
so beautiful to say the least.
underneath his skin, in-between
his veins and his bones are tiny seeds that
i planted with kisses and they
grow with my love, when i wrap my
bony arms around him and
squeeze tightly - it lets him
know that he's not normal, that he's
not right in the head but
i love that. so when he wakes me
in the middle of the night, as
i lie between him and the emptiness of
the night, i think that i'm dying
but the moon light lingers and i
know i am safe with his flower breath
and the weeds growing in-between
us and the roots that grow out
of my heels and strangle the love
picture frames on our off-white
bedroom wall. i stare at those cookie-cutter
pictures and wish i wasn't right
in the head, too, but if we both were
psychotic, he wouldn't be a dandelion.
so i stay awake and watch
his beauty radiate in the darkness of
the night and wish that i
was that beautiful too. but he
tells me that my battle wounds don't
amount to anything to him, that my skin
is a ghost to him. i wish
he saw me for me, but his eyes
see the beauty that he grows.
but several nights he leaves me and
i am cold and i am worthless and
i pray to a god that he will
come back and taunt me because
i cannot stand it when he is
not here between my fragile arms
keeping me warm and safe.
i beg him when he returns to just
stay the night, just one more night,
because i cannot bare to
sleep without the dandelion amidst
all the rose petals. i need
my dandelion to keep me safe
and to be the needle in the
haystack - i need him to be in my
arms because idon'twanttosleepalone.

F R U S T R A T I O N

      D o n' t                  w o r r y

Life is a  brand of* Unique Violation
& Night to grant the Most *Brilliant, Fixation.

To fly beyond your mind into* Cosmic* Attractions
To* believe* there is *no stopping your Addiction

My wings have been torn
Maybe ever since I've been born
For some reason why
Society doesn't want us to fly

Or maybe it's just us
Who holds ourselves back
We blame others
And think they keep us off track

In reality it's us
And it's all it ever was
What if we were made to soar
And not cry or let our blood drip on the floor

We're just too selfish to get the things that we want
No, you don't need to flaunt
And make others feel bad
Instead of happy, they're just sad

We're broken in pieces
Because we fell from the sky
Little did we know, our wings were growing for us to fly.

It was a lonely kind of smile

that painted my face

the moment you smiled at me

I hid my melancholy

—-

It was a lonely kind of smile

one without a trace

of any kind of glee

as you gaze at me

—-

It was a lonely kind of smile

before I looked away

Not minding your looks

So again I won’t be fooled

—-

It was a lonely kind of smile

and I start to think

Though I’ll never resist you

I’ll try my best to……