You are young, and I am older;
    You are hopeful, I am not—
Enjoy life, ere it grow colder—
    Pluck the roses ere they rot.

Teach your beau to heed the lay—
    That sunshine soon is lost in shade—
That now’s as good as any day—
    To take thee, Rosa, ere she fade.

Those who write poetry feel too much

They feel too much pain
Too much joy
Too much sadness
Too much freedom and hate
Too much compassion and love

They are not normal and some
Do think them quite strange
For normal people would be ok
To push their feelings away
But see a poet, he can not
just push them away
What he feels must erupt
onto the page
Otherwise he risks
being enraged

It is their blessed curse
To live without a buffer
To feel all they can feel
and push none away

But thank God for these people
for from their suffering and joy, comes art.
Beautiful,
Heart wrenching art.

I saw you again today,
I envy all the attention you get.
Walking past the store is such a display
Of all that you exuberate and sweat.

Your aura is so grand
And you glow with much shine,
The drips are so alluring,
The color of your glow is simply divine.

I walked in, just to take a peek,
You didn’t notice, but I inched closer.
I ran into one of your friends who sprung a leak,
So I took them out instead, such smooth liquor.

If you find out, I hope you don’t mind,
That I took one of your friends instead;
I still think you’re **** and quite a malty find,
It’s just that Colt treated me better and let me give him head.

I want what I haven't seen.
Only until my eyes have rested on such sights, as they do on the purpled veins in my eyelids every night;
my infatuation declines.
Its dependant on the rate of decline.
the rate of decline is the incline of my happiness.
What a ****** measurement.

Contemplate the void.
Let it fill you
with nothing.

Heads of needles lead
long silver strands
through your mind.

And how can we live
while many die
silently.

The torment and agony of not being with you  
the joyous pleasures you put my heart through
Separation will make us grow farther
Our love under scrutiny like a martyr
Loving you at the speed of light
You always take my heart on a flight 
The wondrous beauty of you
The wondrous beauty of two 
Two is stronger than one, 
but we stand as one
Meet me on a hilltop
high above civilization 
So God can admire You,
his wonderful creation

I want to cut into me

Tear into my flesh

Pull it apart bit by bit

Separate muscle and classify anatomy

Drain blood and watch it congeal

Collect bone, and deflate lungs

Hold my heart and squeeze;feel

With only skin, eyes and brain

I want to see if where my heart was , if there is a soul