Dreary days begin dreadful nights,
Of racing thoughts and shadowed lights,
And in the dark I yearn to find,
The culprit of my sleepless mind.

Days of waste through empty glasses,
Clogs my thoughts like thick molasses,
Digging deep in desperation,
Hoping to find sweet elation.

Her eyes, sublime, appear to me,
Glaring topaz, of tropic sea,
Wanton vulnerability,
Gives way to insecurity.

Eyes lock in harmonious gaze,
My will is strong, I do not phase,
Reposing calm comes over me,
Wishing for all eternity.

Her smile warms a cold, broken soul,
I’ve walked the path, I’ve paid the toll,
Shown the truth, however painful,
For this, I am ever grateful.

A sleeping mind consumed with love,
Sings the song of the mourning dove.
A rising sun rips through gray skies,
From my bed I shall soon arise.

I'm excavating your ribcage
Looking for answers
Of when things went wrong

I'm no mathematician or buddhist priest
But I'm really good at French toast
And overcomplicating myself

I convinced my coworkers I'm a vampire
Even though I'm vegetarian
The only kind of bloodlust I have
Is for loggers
(They took away my Mother nature)

I'm also really good at being over-dramatic
In a non serious way
You're wearing broken ankles on your wrists
How did those get there?

                                                         ­            Did you walk all over me
                                                              ­       With your hands
                                                           ­          Around my neck

Your hands were the noose that will pull the trigger and make me swallow all those sleeping pills so that people realize my pillows aren't made from the ocean

                                                          ­            You are that critical blow, K.O.,
                                                           ­            last breath,
                                                                ­      That push over the edge                                              

I'm really good at letting my
Scars be neon flashing lights
and/or ants that are
crawling,biting, poisoning
my memories

Letting my past,
                    Make me a Ghost of Today

I'm excavating your ribcage
And everything checks out
But I think you left your
heart at the train station

I want to learn
to play your body
like an instrument.

When that is done,
I will play it
with wild trembling
fingers.

And when my fingers
touch your strings
you will make sounds
so wanton and sweet
even the angels
will blush.

  ~mce

I don't really miss you
And the times that I kissed you
Or how good it felt to have you in my arms

If you don't believe me
You can come over and see me
I don't see how that could do any harm

Would you mind wearing that red dress
The one that I like best
Give me a call, I'm here all the time

I could make dinner if you like
And we could discuss it all night
Then you will clearly see that I'm not lying

When I say I don't miss you
And the times that I kissed you
Or how good it felt to have you in my arms

And if you still don't believe me
I'll let you kiss me then you'll see
After all what could be the harm

who are you,
when no one is around

who are you,
when no one's there to find you out

who are you,
when there's no one there to see

who are you,
when you don't  pretend to be

who are you,
when you are by yourself

who are you,
when you don't act like someone else

who are you,
when you are all alone

who are you,
when there's no one there to know

Because most times who you are
When you are by yourself
Says much more about you
Than when you are in a crowd

Before there was you

There was no need for my love poems
The Robin had no song
There were far less rights than there were wrongs

Before there was you

The sun didn't shine as bright
The morning couldn't escape the night
What I lost I had no reason to find

Before there was you

All my colors were always blue
The old never brought on the new
There was nothing left with nothing left to do

Before there was you

Church bells they seldom rang
Never was there an inner child at play
Never was there a day

Before there was you

Love keeps knocking at my door
Just like a witness for Jehovah
Wanting me as its latest victim

It keeps trying its very best
In my face, so direct
Telling me I don't know what I'm missing

I keep peaking out the blinds
Hoping it'll go away in time
But love never seems to give up

Sometimes it comes with a disguise
Its true identity it tries to hide
But you can't fool me, I know it's love

I wonder how it found out where I am
For years now I've been on the lamb
It's almost like its carrying some sort of torch

While love's hanging out in front
Keeping up with its relentless hunt
I go and sneak out the back door

And once again I'm on the run
From the chasing down of love
It's all to familiar of a scene

But just when it is I least expect
Love steps round the corner, grabs my hand
Guess love was bound to eventually catch me

The crowd fades away
As chords in every melody
Rings in our ears,
And shivers downs in our body
It vibrates in every muscle
A musical fusion
Almost everything didn’t matter
It’s you, me and the beating rhythm
The graceful posture
The sway of every gesture
It’s a motion adventure.

Feeling the adrenaline pulsing through
Pervading the entity
Beating rhythm pounding, it electrifies the body
into graceful art, emancipating the sound of the music
Captivating the mind, liberating the young, reckless soul
covertly hidden inside an indifferent exterior

A freeing beauty
of movement to the rhythm
A therapy to the mind and body.
Dancing to the music,
feeling every tune
every beat
every breath of every movement,
with Explosions of Euphoria