Age is just a number
to keep track of the lines on ones face
it has nothing to do with our character
or social grace.
What truly defines us
is our life experiences;
birth and death
ill health and stress
marriage and divorce
love and *******.

Our age doesn't equate to intelligence or wisdom
its just a stage of the skin that we've lived in
just because we were born on a certain day
doesn't mean we have to act a certain way
in fact the only thing with certainty
is that we're all unique
like snowflakes
what truth we seek
and path we take.

No need to rely on horoscopes
or what's written in the stars
they're just a joke
like tarot cards
our life is our own making
opportunities are there for the taking
so no matter what, never give in.

Scratch at my skin
bite upon my lip
feed off my sin
take a little sip.

Let me lust after
allow me to hate
feel my hunger
make me wait.

Guide my hands
across your body
your name you brand
I'm yours, use me.

Awaken my demons
ride the horseman
stir up my feelings
all just for fun.

Invade my soul
steal my innocence
tell me it's my fault
then let me repent.

Use me as a target
aim for my core
I've already marked it
not hard for you to score.

Take your scissors
cut into my heart
use precision
see what you can craft.

Slice me open
see how I bleed
leave me broken
watch me grieve.

Make me believe in
your honesty and trust
everything deceiving
everything is lost.

Poke me in the eye
stab me in the heart
tell me you will die
tear my world apart.

Take away my hope
sell all my dreams
in tears I soak
for you my fiend.

I've not developed the negatives
so that I can see the positives
still wet behind the ears
trapped within my fears
as I sit here in the dark
trying to leave a mark
to be remembered for something good
instead of just being misunderstood
so let me try to explain
why I focus on the pain
see its not by choice
that I listen to the voice
the chorus of doubt
there's no way out
there's no way out
a zoo of words
arriving in herds
the stampede of sentences
I guess that's what my sentence is
inside this brain cell
my bottomless well
a lifetime guarantee
of poetry.

Each breath was a fugitive from her lips,
a scar for which his skin screamed in agony,
tortured by another moment she didn’t know his name.

looming steel words of blunt violence
strikes at spinal chords
like a hammer strikes the sword
and with all of your vertebrata ground to dust
and every disc slipped
and you no longer feel the electric smoke signals of your nerves
is how you know the words were powerful
beautiful
disgusting
purposeful.
a good poem should hit like a snake bite

but she didn't know
I loved everything e v e r y t h i n g

her beautiful eyes,
disposed to look at other people
through the love she owned
to herself

her beautiful neck
and the way she feels all the love
passing from my fingers
to her veins

her beautiful hair
which moves graciously
along the air
she dances with

her beautiful chest
so warm,
you could take a nap
inside her

her beautiful lips
and the way she moved them
every time she was thinking
about her first love

her beautiful knees
and her infinite femur
which held her so long
even when she didn't want to

her beautiful clavicles
and how they stand there
waiting for the breeze
of an incoming morning

her beautiful nose
and how it keeps breathing
every time she fails
to convince herself to

her beautiful hands

oh God

I love her hands so much

and the way she moved them

and the way she touched her face

and the way she brushed her hair

and the way she did her makeup

and the way she listened to my voice

and the way she opens her heart

and the way she claims herself a mermaid

and the way she smiles like a little kitten

and the way she

oh, believe me,

I really really love how she

*tries to love herself

You were the rain that put out the fire
of hatred that used to burn me

But rain can also create floods
In which you can drown in sadness