"The shadows of our silhouette hearts
are what we hope can be seen afar
of who we truly are"

Of course what's *******
without a course of a mind,
With the cause of heart; lest we're just making love just because

We all search for goals,
to target our needs into the holes of feeling whole

Could be holy for some, as with a simple prayer just before
Or like those other one night stands of a hit and go

But then again, how would a ****** ever know?

I have/had a crush on someone again
The question is,
Does that make me a fool in love,
Or just another tragedy in this endless story of love

He lies resting on the tip of his pen
Relying on words; realigning thoughts
—a sequence, pattern and then after a trend
Thinking in between the thoughts of a heart,
passion, pain, desire...happiness, tragedy, inclusiveness
Intruding; all like cracks inside a bottle,—broken inside
But for the audience's eyes; a pretty bottle of kaleidoscope
Alone on the low of lowly thoughts
to judge what they see in a world in written word

Peeps through the tiny hole
an entrance way, or an escape from the world
A see through of himself in every transparent poem;
Apparent regards, of being a picture of
a room of beautiful scars
A quiet art painted in the silhouettes behind a daily mask
A poet in a bottle,
as with the lid unmasked

You could never bottle away the words of a poet

"Stick to your guns, "
funny for the type sick of violence
Giving an arm to hand out a handy help for misfortunes
Fortunately for the fortunes we only see in an afterlife,
the rewards to stick up for those below
As impressive as it is to walk a mile of courage
tis the courage of the silent helper that fulfils a soul

"Stick to the rules,"
as every stick and stone does break your bones
stick ups to rob a store, are all markets promoting one
To always be on the wrong side of the law
For every heart is wicked and cold to their thoughts;
yet still a vessel of love, lest we don't learn how to show warmth
An open fire; open up your passion resting behind a heart's door
For it could feel so little,—for a moment
But one caring moment leads to so much more in store

Yes, sticky situations are always plenty
but we stick to the many lessons we've learnt
To teach those behind us, guided by those before
Generations upon generations
generating the power to do better
Yes, that is the treasure hidden in the eyes of kindness
sticking out in the presence of tomorrow's greatness

And in ending,
always, and truly stick to the amazing person you are!
Drawing a line in the sand,
be guided by what has been given to you
Like a hiker in life's forest with a stick

He pulls at the last strand of her flowing hair
In a pool full of their tears
—lost; and too their love
One last whisper goodbye
as her eyes shut away to that long night
One last strand goodbye

He feels stranded now!