I need someone
who won't push me away
at four in the morning.

So I don't get up
feeling unloved,
to write to other

Lonely
Four in the morning,
writers.

I wonder because
of a lover gone by
if I could ever

Fall asleep all night
nose to nose
again

With someone else.
Maybe even sober this time.

I'd settle for tipsy, though.

Dont say it'll be fine
when we both know you're lying

My racetrack mind was never supposed to cross the finish line

If only you'd see yourself
Through my optic vision
You'd make the decision
To never talk to me.

In my eyes of pure truth
That conceals no lies,
You're as beautiful as the sky
Kept hidden by the world.

You are a rose amongst grass
With scented petals of talent
With nary a thought of malice
You are a red rose amongst hedges.

From the bottom of my heart's eyes
You are an angel descended from the skies.

I could say I love you a million times
I could say
But simply saying can not convey
My depth of feeling for you
I love you more than the plants love the sun
Or the tides the moon
I love you more than a rich man loves gold
I love you more than I love the world
The world I love because it brought me to you
I will show you I love you a million times
I will show
And my exhibition for your amusement
My reaching into your soul
I show you more than colors
I show you Rembrandt and Monet
These images are made in my heart
I see when I close my eyes
And when I look to the skies

This is this
Imperfectly perfect
Shadows burned into candlelight
Yin to yang
Two halves of something
Powerless as our passions unite
Chasing rainbows
Through shrouded skies
Bursting clouds to find our light
This is this
Imperfectly perfect
Two stars in the ocean burning bright


(C) Pixievic

Set me free from all of this pressure; Its breaking me,
I hope that someone hears my plea.
I'm miserable.
I want to have happiness and joy,
My life I want to enjoy.
Why do you expect so much?
I feel so out of touch.

I'm a burden; this I know,
I just don't know if this feeling will ever go.
Let me figure it out; Its not your choice,
Its like I don't even have a voice.
I want to make mistakes and learn from them,
yet me you condemn.

I don't want all to see,
the ugliness I have in me.
On the surface I may seem strong,
deep down, I know I somehow don't belong.