you were not meant to be a dying star,
not when you could burn as brightly as the sun

She walks around the city now with the weight of a dead man’s armor on her back.
Sometimes it feels so heavy she can't breathe.
She feels the weight of a dead man’s armor on her back and the weight of a dead man’s memory and she wonders how she’s going to survive this.

I’m sick doctor.
I’m love sick,
And you’re
The cure

"They are dead," he says.
"And you are alive and have been for eons.
When will you stop walking amongst the ghosts?"

How did you managed to
Trap the night sky in your eyes?
Dark as midnight
Yet bright as the moon
At first they were starry
And when I blinked
They became cloudy
And then they rained
Then the world
Became as dark
As your eyes

I found you slumped on the kitchen floor
Arms wrapped around yourself as you gaze at the tile pattern
It's times like this when I can't tell
What's going on inside your mind
All I can tell is that your thoughts seem to be going
200 miles an hour
Spiraling from one misery to the next
When you notice my stare
You get up claiming to need some air
And what can I do but leave you there?

The sense of quiet understanding
As two strangers take cover from the rain

Kisses were stolen among the
Shelves of the  library

The spines of books the only witnesses
to clumsy yet ardent mouths

They watched, standing as silent sentinels
As we fell deeper into the web of each other

the world stops for no one,
but, maybe, it might
slow down for us, my love

Another night in which I find myself arguing with God
As he mutter about how lost my mother is
I tell him, "But my mother hits me"
"She ignores me"
"She doesn't care about me"
And yet he continues with his mutter
Forgetting about my troubles
And all I can do is shout,
"She HATES me!!"
Yet once again he doesn't seem to hear me
I get it
No one does

Water pools around her feet
Constant stream of ripples
The river reflects bright light
As the girl sings a sweet melody
I watch from afar
Wishing I could sing along
To the sweet river girl

I didn’t realize
I had fallen in love
Until I noticed
My eyes straying
From the clouds
And onto you

Poetry is not about
How many words
You write
But rather
What words
You write

I can see it in your eyes
And I can taste it in your lips
I feel it on your wrists
Why are you in such pain?

Hate is bred from love
That’s what makes
This world of ours
As miserable
As it is

His lashes fluttered open and greeted him with the sight of her laying firmly against him. Golden rays of light peeking through the curtains, illuminating her soft features. He couldn’t possibly resist taking a closer look. So he peered down at her, auburn eyes swimming with an indescribable feeling, one too powerful to simply be described as love. No, it was a feeling that welled up inside him, threatening to burst as he attempted to keep it inclosed behind a smile. It was warm, sometimes fiery and he couldn’t stop himself from coming closer and closer even if he would burn. This feeling was far too powerful to be described with a mere four letter word. He could say he loves her, but no matter how many times he repeated it it could never possibly encompass this sentiment of his. And so, he decided to let it remain unspoken, for, silence speaks louder than words after all.

The wind blew against my face
Whipping dark hair along with it
My toes brushing the ground beneath me
As the swing lightly rocks me back and forth
Holding me in a soothing embrace that my mother never could
As light specks of rain began to speckle the cement
The swings lets out a screech
Metal against metal
And as I rock back and forth
A melody is heard
This little swing set
Seems to be playing a sad tune
For me

we acted as though we held all the time in the world in the palms of our calloused hands

I'm stuck in the mobius strip
An infinite loop

U
P
and
        O V E R
U
P
and
        O V E R

And just when it looks like the end is near
I'm back where I started
How do I escape this mobius strip?

Burn, and let the sparks engulf you
Scorching your skin
In order to strengthen your mind

Even angels would fall for you

The pressure
Is building up
Inside this
Skin container
And it's going
To blow

I hear you crying sometimes
Muffled cries of agony
When feeling in itself is a crime
During the darkest of nights
When silence is the loudest sound
And black is all that’s in sight
Do not hide your tears
For I will always
Be here for you, my dear

How can you expect me to think
Much less speak
After even a glance
From your tiredly beautiful eyes?

I don’t want the world
Nor the moon
Or stars

I want you

Take me to a place
Even the roads cannot follow