I've lived the dark nights of the soul,

When darkness creeps as black as coal,

The fear wraps thick around my skin,

I crawl and scream for dawn's bright grin.



The day brings peace and I soon forget,

How in the night lives my regret,

Yet the bell, I know, will ring again,

The night will show my fears—my sins.



Relief I seek yet never find,

The years, the fears, control my mind.

And if a God there truly be

Will he ever set me free?



The dark it comes like thick black smoke,

Across the floor—my demons float,

And in my bed I sit and stare,

It grips my mind and claims its lair.



So until when the sun will rise,

The fear and pain will scar my eyes,

And if a prayer I do not sing,

Will Gods redemptive bells still ring?

We are hell in
Little black dresses and
**** me heels.
Dramatic made up faces
Enhancing lures to hook
You, the next victim of
A sultry assault.
We know what you want,
But our hearts are iced.
We are created to torture.

How could I be cold when
I'm on fire with passion
It burns through life to char
What doesn't belong.
Turns it to ash so it will
blow away in the wind-
Leaving in the absences
space to flourish for
Everything that's right.
Vibrant with new life
What's left to grow,
Determined to let the
Best in me represent
The rest of me.

I, with every ounce of who I am, need you...
               I need you to complete my sentence, my day and me -
     You are always following my thoughts,
                    Knocking on my every conceived notion to be let in -
                                                               ­                                                                 ­     Please, come in...
                 
I, fiercely want every morsel of you -
                       I want you beneath me, on top of me, in front of me,
But...        more than anything...                
                                         I want you beside me...
               Walking with me through this haze of a life together -
                                                          Figur­ing the world out as one,
                         Living a great adventure and setting the world ablaze...
                                                       ­                  All it will take is one word -
                                                               ­         

                                                               ­            Yes.

It takes a heart that's sewn into a sleeve,
to conquer the battle of impatience.
Selfless in hope for the a smile of a love.
with too many words to blanket this Earth.


and it takes a spirit that is entirely free,
to derail itself from tracks of worry.
and end up on the path where trust is a friend
.where hope is the rain pouring down.


It takes a soul who has been crushed to its core,
to build walls around love of appreciation.
when the minute hand ticks to tell you "give in"
But you can't let negativity win.


but mostly it takes a heart full of fire,
to be willing to love as hard as it can,
when in only a second, it can shatter at hand...
loving true, is to free your mind and let your heart escape.

What is the hardest part
                    Of being alone?
It's the quietness,
A stillness making
What ought have been a home-
a house.
It's filled with beds,
But those lover's nests
Are             Empty.
And the thought is
As occupying as a dream.
A dream you cannot feel
Because the loneliness is keeping you awake

With no one to hold down your fears
         And keep you safe.

not dead yet
you haunt me
still
thoughts of you
against my will