And I know
As the wind blows, blows
I will be carried home
As the forest inevitably
Always infatuated with life
As the gentle manner of the rabbit
Is always betrayed by the hawk
As the grass rooted to this earth
Will only experience life running past
And as the crickets sing
For the darkness coming near

She stopped, her lips open agape.
The winds howled as they enveloped her, rippling a grey Marled sweater against her back like a sinking ships flag as she glared at the sea.
Her stare was a devilish dream sinking you into a dark daze.
The waves screamed as they crashed and lightning flashed against her eyes.
What beautiful hazel eyes they were.
She then met my eyes
With the stealth of a hawk
A swift motion followed by a shocked expression came across her,
I just wanted to help,
I said in dispair,
Such awful thoughts in such a person.
No wonder nature created women, with such fierce and compassionate nature ******* into one.

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

1764

The saddest noise, the sweetest noise,
  The maddest noise that grows,—
The birds, they make it in the spring,
  At night’s delicious close.

Between the March and April line—
  That magical frontier
Beyond which summer hesitates,
  Almost too heavenly near.

It makes us think of all the dead
  That sauntered with us here,
By separation’s sorcery
  Made cruelly more dear.

It makes us think of what we had,
  And what we now deplore.
We almost wish those siren throats
  Would go and sing no more.

An ear can break a human heart
  As quickly as a spear,
We wish the ear had not a heart
  So dangerously near.

I want to be your
inner constellations.
Filling up your head with
stardust and lust;
bright longings that break
your dark thoughts
on lonely nights.

Like a shooting star I'll
burst across neurons,
burning light on
receptors that ache.
Igniting the shimmers of
glimmering memories.

When you look at the stars,
I hope it'll never be the same.

Because like bait,
I am ****** to be consumed
By the ominous demons
Of the dark waters below
Why can the sun
Never graze my skin
And the fight of my heart
Is neglected by the eye
And taken for nothing
Why can't I
Be free as birds
Instead anxieties riddle my head
As I hear them
Pounding like my heartbeat
I no longer bare
The thought of a hope
As I continue to swim
With a predestined fate

My bones click
As I tediously live
day in and day out
through every gasp of breath
shocking my dyspeptic nerve endings
As the clock stares me down
With no escape
I know how this ends
Fall leaves bring
Winters of snow
In a continuous cycle
Playing in my head