Love is not to be understood,
It should be felt
Should rise from within without reason,
Take flight on whim and fantasy
Not Beholdent to reality,
but accepted as divinity.
Take heed!
For love is not friend to the coward who seeks to confine it within cages of the definite!
But finds a bower in the heart of he who's brave enough to let it be as it is, infinite!
To submit to its will!
Without question, without fears!
And accept it as fleeting!
And takes this with cheer!
So, worry not to quicken it's pace,
let it come, never chase!

Hushed words and whispered promises
spiral softly through the dark of night,
intertwining among the foundations of carefully built walls..

Remnants lay around us
(marking our grave)
torn asunder in loves cataclysm,
unearthed skeletons,
embrace in moonlit darkness

Surrounded by their presence
Breathing in the moment
Holding it in under a starry sky
Praying to gods they don't believe in
To never let go.

She lost her mind, only to find her heart.
She isn't crazy, she's just different.
She's no longer blind, now she sees everything that's in front of her.
She knows where she's going.
A man once deemed her "weak", only to not realize how powerful she really was.
How unstoppable she's become...how invincible she will be.
Strong enough to pick up the broken pieces, smart enough to know what she deserves and crazy enough to take on the world...with or without anyone by her side.

How dreadful to see
Those that I cannot read.
All over the latest feed.

Not poetry,
Like puppetry.
A repetition of words, numbers, and symbols that aren't clever in the least.
And users with names
In impossible tongues.
Their gibberish reeks!

Line after line,
All the same, it's uncared for.
They write marriage, black magic, and European countries.

It's daily infinity,
Thieving the spaces from more thoughtful writing.
Shall I fight just to see the absense of these;
And say hello only to real poetry.

Tears appear in eyes-
to invoke a pained life
flowing in heaps.