Admiring our existence
in the past,
and remembering
every minuscule detail
of that day,
brings me
a euphoria stronger
than the euphoria
brought upon
from the strongest
of drugs.

After carefully
stitching up the patient’s heart,
she produced feelings.

A sweet billet-doux
with the sweet words "I love you"
is waiting for you.

Personality,
what makes you the way you are,
can't be photoshopped.

I'm sick
and tired
                                                                ­                of patiently waiting
                                                                ­                for you to knock on my door.
I'll leave it open
                                                                ­                just for you.
Knock  Knock

Who's Th-              
                                               ­                                 ...come in.

I will
not
wait
for you
to strip
the last
oxygen molecule
from my decrepit
body.

You can call me names
even on a gloomy day,
but they will not stick.

I have yet to meet
Your sweet sensuality.
Let me see you soon?

Outstanding is how
entropy and disorder
can create madness

I am not afraid,
but interested to see
what happens today.

What is
the
anthropomorphic
personification of
your
artistic soul?
Immerse
me
in the
gently
flowing ocean
of your secret
epithet.

I laugh to drown out
the deafening yet eerie sadness
held within myself.

After you left me
I was surprised to realize
how my life improved.

Every single breath,
I take slowly in relief
To let out my stress

Curse you memories
grow new wings and fly away
follow breeze's song

Poison-filled pupils,
plagued from plucking eyelashes--
I want one more wish.

I am sorry to bother you,
so please
                                                          ­                                  ignore these words
or don't.
Who am I
                                                                ­                      to tell you what to do?
Whatever you choose to do,
                                           know this poem has no greater cosmic meaning.
That was not its purpose.
If there is some deeper meaning,
                                                        ­                                      I'm unaware of it.
I'll leave it to you to speculate.

Let us continue,
Slowly and passionately,
This war with our lips.

Please.
Stab my heart.
I just want to feel again.

Unleashing spirits,
fighting precariously,
protect the untouched.

Please get to know me
before you decide to judge.
I love you for you.

I sit,
watching,
mesmerized by
your delicate hands,
meticulously brushing,
left,
right,
up,
down,
to create
a likeness of the
picturesque visualization
you have of the word "mug,"
abjectly imprinted
in the wrinkles of your brain,
exuding our camaraderie
over a cup of tea.
You are my cup of tea.

Subtle* openness,
crawling out of a closed mind,
feeds new ideas.

Mr. Sandman,
why do
convoluted,
non-linear,
temporal dimensions
force us
into irreversible choices?

Unfinished sketch
                                                          ­                                              in my mind
following each encounter
                                                                            with carefully drawn details,
a face                                                             ­                      without expression
a body                                                             ­                     without definition
a title                                                            ­                               without "you"
grant me
the right to continue
until the colors resonate
your name
                                                                                              *off the portraiture

Liberating winds,
whispering powerful thoughts,
form roaring bubbles

Carefully shuffle
your fingers
across my scrambled,
multi-colored faces,
for the puzzling mystery
of this simple, three-dimensional complexity
anxiously waits to be solved.

Sometimes I can feel
The inability to
Breathe without your touch

Give up agony
coerce unrequited love
make my nerves tingle

Hatch me,
from worldly confinement,
shaking me
as I unconsciously sleep walk
into a new realm
of pain,
torn apart
like little bags of ******
releasing me
from the puppet master's strings,
leaving my mutilated back
slightly stitched
after exposure
to this metempsychosis

Explore
the inner depths
of your mind,
turning over
every rock,
inspecting every crevice
to find
the metaphysical.

Metamorphose me
into stylistically arranged
harmonies,
leaping off
the paper plane musical scores,
soaring away
like a child's imagination.

Your
very existence
sometimes
brings me to tears.
How
we met so
beautiful, yet,
so unusual
only
urging me
to get closer
and closer
to you
like two black holes
clashing together
creating something
greater than the
sum of our parts.
I long for our
bond,
our relationship,
will be
as strong
as the bonds
held together
in the shiniest
and most lustrous
aggregated diamond nanorod.

Fluttering above,
mysteriously crafted,
gracing me with luck.

Help me understand
the simple complexities
that keep you happy.

When I first saw her
I fell in love with such haste,
Hoping it could work

Scratch novel ideas
into my back
                       exceedingly deep,
forcing
a slow eruption
of ******,
poetic words.

Sponge, soak me up
                                                         from the sweetest, crystal clear,
breathing in the fresh, salty, air
inhale                                               exhale
inhale                                               exhale
stopping
               ever so softly
                                                         so pleasantly abrupt,
gazing into the horizon
and slowing down
to take in...                                      inhale
this sweet pause.                             *exhale

You
give me
strength
to be
everything
I want to be
to see
not just see,
but watch the world
and observe it's beauty.
You help me
feel, and experience
every
little
tingle of joy and love.
You are wonderful,
letting me hear the music of
nature and the surrounding environment.
You let me
smell
the succulent,
sweet, playful
tones of life,
and you let me taste
what it means
to be your friend.

Smile
your pain
                                                                ­                                                       away
my
lovely,
sobbing,
child.

Expressing myself
frightens untapped happiness
stolen by regret.

Why must
you
pick
out every little
foible
I possess when
I am more
than just
a flaw
but
a
person who
actually exists
and matters.

Our soft lips forgive
holding funny untouched thoughts
tightly between tears

Occasionally
I place my hands over fire
to see if they burn.

Playing,
strategizing,
my next
               move
examining
where to go,
thinking a
                    few
                           steps
                                     ahead
finally,
complacently declaring
Check Mate.