I’ve never seen someone sleep so peacefully.
I’m watching him now, just occasionally glancing.
Nothing odd, he’s just in my sight.
A peculiar face, carved beautifully.

I’ve never met someone ive struggled to read
As much as the person I’m sitting by.
I look into his eyes, and I can’t just cant tell.
His deep mind, I want to pull out and pry.

I wonder how he feels, about this and everything.
Perhaps I ask too many questions, maybe too curious.
I want to know how he feels about that, you know.
If he felt the same, like something serious.

I guess I could always ask, but I will admit I’m cowardly.
But just with these things, they can be difficult.
My chest hurts a little as I write this, beating loud.
Sleep deprivation, to get as much time as possible.

I wonder if that’s why he stays up till sunrise.
When its just us two and the moon.
I just want to know what he thinks, how he feels.
I may rot if I don’t find out soon.

I’m already craving more, is that bad?
He is still asleep, I’m waiting for him to wake.
I wonder what he will say
And from this, what will we make?

The draw is strong, like a magnet.
I wonder if he senses the same.
Our cosmic energies align perfectly.
Like a spark waiting, ready to burst into flame.

He looks at me across the fire
And it makes me nervous
I wonder what he sees
Anything deeper? Or only just the surface?

This is different, this is completely new
For once, I don’t know where he will take me
If I take this leap, I will have no clue.

I am in quite a predicament, you see
There are new textures I can feel
This corduroy feels soft to me
The moment is only now and only real.

I melt into warmth, and only warmth
Carpet is the only way I can describe this
Patterned and aligned but soft
My fingers weave a pattern with each kiss

The taste of a smoker
A familiar taste, knowing and real
It does not bother me
A strange sense of intimacy I can feel

Lingering touch, further reaches
A gentle holding of the fingers
I think about it for too long
A bit too long

This kiss is different, and that is new
Lips match, perfect in time
A warm tingle, a passionate pull
Something I have longed to feel

I suppose I’ve started to write poetry again
That’s how I know its ******
Because now I’m in my feelings
And hard decisions ****.

i study, i study, i study
it over and over again
the words dance all in my mind
but still, over and over again
i fail to remember and to retain

burning log in a lonely fire place
the flame burns heavily and sweltering
the fire is hot, burning a hell pace
my aorta, veins, a pained, red hot tinge
unkempt rage paired with undying detest
a symphony, chorus of betrayal
undying, thud in my chest does not rest
a song of white lies, your anthem for all
so where does my feelings fit in all this?
a deep void of explosions and colours
a feeling of euphoria, i miss
with every flutter, my heart gets duller
as long as you live, i hope you see through
see your heart, its nature cold, hard and cruel

i am scared of home
i am scared of coming to
a home without you

how did i manage to let you
let someone see right through me

Aphrodite, oh sweet Aphrodite.
Cast your gaze on me, cast a spell on me.
Give your warm embrace, kiss me under the soft moonlight.
Oh sweet Aphrodite, Oh sweet Aphrodite.

Oh, I wish I could see you everyday.
Even if the clouds choke out the sunlight.
Even when the rain anchors me to the earth.
Just stay with me, even just only for tonight.

I'm so infatuated, I would do anything for you.
Just to see if you're okay.
Even for a second, for a glimpse of your face.
I just wish I could see you everyday.

Things are stressful, sometimes I feel like I could drown.
And sink into the sand, to disappear.
But when I gaze into your teals, the strain collapses.
Sinks away like the ground beneath my feet.
Sweet Aphrodite, I just wish you were here.
Forever more, just to love you my dear.

Do i dare speak of him?
The fie which corrupted the soil of our Inverness?
T'was a dream conjured deep in my heart, darkened.
One might say, it was thy hand that grasped the dagger
Yet thy refuse to perceive it so.

Refrain me from the sweetness of Hope's spiteful tongue
Let not it take my naked frailities, my valour.
T'was not my vaulting ambition which o'erleaps itself and falls on th'other.
Though his eyes spoke of his intent, he could not bear the ****** dagger himself.
I pity his fragility, his virtues clear yet no more a man than i.
Too full is he of the milk of human kindness. I hath unsex myself, to therefore bear the fruit of Cawdor.
Unsex me i say? Strip me of this pity. Hie thee, sightless substances enter my home and make me fell, the golden round is merely a breath away.

The Sun shall not see me as it wakes, soon I will no longer be heat-oppressed.
Macbeth does ****** sleep, and so shall i.

Hurry, sweet equivocator.
The guilt spilt stains my skin, as does thine.
I had liv'd a blessed time, yet now there's nothing serious in mortality.
The hell-fire spits at my feet, yet never reaches my heart.
Oh, torture it is, hell-gates open not.
Must i stand by, licked by the flames of Beelzebub yet never truly entering?
Oh woe is me.

My mouth is bitter, the taste of my near'st of life cold.
I see no need to wail, alas the time has come for the devil to cast me.
Please't be readily and alight.
God plead for this to be my final night.

he said, "your eyes are like jewels"
she said, "But they're only a dull shade of brown"
"I know, but they match your auburn hair"
she frowned "Your eyes are a beautiful blue"
"They are a diamond in my eyes, because they belong to you"

I take a bite out of a sweet pink peach.
The taste is sugary and crispy.
Its skin is soft and fuzzy, its hands keep my hands from getting cold
I smile and kiss the top of the peach.
The peach is still here , even when the green leaf had died and turned to dust
I want to keep the peach safe, i have never found one so rare and perfect
I found myself a treasure, one that would never be worth the highest bid.
I take another bite of the peach, its sweet and tells me how much it misses me
I smile again, the peach is delicious.

I'm still waiting.

i'm waiting as i lose myself in the translucent clouds that billow through the skies.
the music is a gentle lullaby, words dancing off my finger tips as i think of you.
how did i end up so lucky, one in a million, a lucky roll of the dice.
i smile, i don't really know what to say anymore.

i cant believe i thought the past was my destiny.
when i couldn't see through the foggy lenses over my eyes.
i didn't understand love until i found you.
but now i would give anything to call you mine.

it has been a while and will continue to be. but one day the wait will be over.
i can't stand the thought of no longer gazing into your soft teals.
everyday i think of you and the music that sweeps me around gently.
i still can't believe all of this is real.

sometimes i have a fleeting thought about the future.
will we be eternal or will be say our goodbyes tomorrow?
will i still be able to take you out for meals
or will it cease to be real?

I'm still waiting.

blue is the colour of the cold, the creeping breath that crawls down your neck.
it is the gentle, freezing fingers that lace together around yours.
blue is the secluded forest, dark and brooding, left unchecked.

red is your rosy cheeks when you hold your lips against hers.
it is the glow of a summer fire, crackling and reaching for the sky.
red is the warmth of your bed, drowned in the scent of roses and myrrh.

yellow is the flashy smile you hide, it is the hazel eyes of your beloved little sister.
it is the hot summer sun you lie under, beneath the old oak tree on a sunday morning.
yellow is reminiscing on your past and realising that you miss her.

black is the void of colour, the clench of fist that make your teeth grit.
it is the turmoil and confliction, loneliness.
black is the inevitable end and where the feeling of sorrow reminding you you're ****.
black is reality though when will you accept it?

a man awaits for the next train. the air is dry and the night is old.
he sits on a bench, sighs and folds his hands under his jacket.
the sound of station is loud, the low buzz of voices making a familiar racket.
he is tired, his hands feel weary and his fingers are cold.
there is a woman just sitting across from him. she took off her plaid red scarf and began to fold it.
her skin was as frail as his. her old hair as white as snow and under the yellow lights her eyes were warmly lit.
he smiled, though she did not see him. he wasn't one to make a move so bold.
he closed his eyes as it began to spit, letting the light rain that was falling hit.
he decided not to disturb, she looked ever so peaceful wrapped in her winter knit.
a the man gazed upon his wife, watching the white snow collect on her parasol.
she looked over so beautiful under the headlights of the train, so warmly lit.

another smile
another pair of eyes
another hand to hold
another number to dial

another heart
another lover
another thought
another reunited part

another shirt undone
another innocent voice
another lustful glance
another one

Two halves, conjoined and a nightmare disguised as a quaint dream.
Forgotten, yet a constant linger behind a man's mind.
A lonesome story written in the eyes of the blind.
The frosty whispers in the wind, piercingly silence but a deafening scream.
They are a warm embrace in cold arms, not a promise of another day but a hope of a moment more, a mere lie— it seems.
Many memories pass, though they still remember each breath and blink every time.
Tears continue to fall like feathers on snow, a warm reminder of a lonesome life lived, one of a kind.
They seem them staring across from within the shadows, yet in blinding light.
Hand in hand, connected as one. Wearing a mask of peace reluctantly containing fear.
They sing a song of bliss, a welcoming of acceptance and recounting each encounter, each memory and breath.
Men see them as a passage of escape, a burning door to destiny and of one's unwanted birth right.
This weak life fades, this is why it is beautiful. They watch it drain away all that is there.

Though men run, death chases them faster.
Pulling them into nothingness, an abyss of darkness and emptiness.
They fear for though they are blind they are able to see and though they are deaf— they are able to hear.
Like a servant's endless attempts of escape, only to return in the end, fearful of his master.
Lives are countless though they remember every and in return—each life knows of them.
Mindlessly they fear them, though they understand what awaits them soon at the end.
All things must come to an end, all things end with them and they must all greet their master in death.
Beauty is in the moment of departing, an escape brought for you.
They beg for a second more but many wish they had not asked them.
Accepting death is beautiful and one cannot truly live without. Treasure each breath that escapes in the moment as tomorrow is no promise but a hope.

Too tired to love too tired to live
Too tired to love too tired to
Too tired to love too tired
Too tired to love too
Too tired to love.

Some women love roses, some love money
Some roses are red, some are yellow
Some roses smell like rot, some smell so mellow
Some women may be thorny, some are sweet like honey
All roses are perfect, even though some look funny
They may fool you and ***** you, just to let go
Some roses may leave thorns that you don't even know
Some have thorns may be sharp, some have petals that are pretty

Regardless, all roses are beautiful and elegant
Whether they were watered with ***** or fresh water
Whether they were raised with tender care or greed
And whether they feel the sun or whether they are relevant
Determines the type of rose he has brought her
Maybe she'll embrace the sweet scent or maybe it'll make her bleed.

your skin is a prison, your body a jail
your love, your touch will always prevail

whispers of "i love you"s and
the soft kisses on my hands

reminds me that when you're here i'm at home
but when you leave i am again, alone

the devil was beautiful
yet he always wanted more
until he destroyed himself

sometimes i could sit here for hours
wondering where i could find myself again
whether that would be in the clouds up high
or in the luminescent ｓｔａｒｓ that i devour

i wish i could see through you, to see the ｓｔａｒｓ
through rose coloured lenses, fogged by your intimacy
but these ｓｔａｒｓ are too hard to reach, beyond my hands
with each attempt, each reach i'm only left with burns and scars

i didn't think it would be hard, no one told me of
how hard, how hard it is to love.

Why is the truth so hard to speak?
Even with those you keep so close
They are like secrets swept under the rug,
Words only for you to repeat

You feel as if revealing these words would make you vulnerable,
Would make your darkness regrets evident
And the thought of it makes you swell up and explode
Even if they are so close, you see them as malevolent

So why do we hide our deepest feelings?
Why do we refuse to share our true emotions?
Even if we wear our hearts on our sleeves
Your secrets, you plan on never revealing.
-

how does one refrain from destroying themselves
how do you stop yourself from reliving yourself
to not repeat the same mistakes again
and to not destroy yourself today

I wish I could play the notes of my heart, on keys of black and white for all the see
I would play until my fingers bleed, I would sing of my love and I would sing of my hate
I would play until my heart, twists and bleeds but I would sing forever and until its too late
And if my notes speak a thousand words, I hope that she would hear every song from me
But still, I can’t rest and I cannot stop playing- forever I must keep singing, I must proceed
Surely if I stop, then she will fade away like the dust that’s rests upon the keys, I must play until my fingers break
The strings of my instruments, the keys of my art, the ink on my brush is the only thing that will sedate
That will coerce my heart and release me from the shackles of my romance and set my songs free
For I don’t have much time, my throat and my heart is weak but I cannot understand why I keep playing
My fingers are pained and sore, my voice shakes and my notes break but still I sing
For I don’t know why I continue to sing because it brings me great pain and great sorrow
This romance consumes me, this lust and this burden is why my heart and my soul is decaying
I am weak, so weak and I continue to rehearse my words for her, why I continue to cling
For if I do not continue to sing, I may not be able to tomorrow -

Magnificent was the colour of the skies and the rain that danced on our bare skin.
Magnificent was the fingers that interlaced, like soft lips and soft bodies, soft eyes
Magnificent was the taste of her love and ecstasy brought with each touch tonight
Magnificent I felt, my hands all over her heart, her body, I did not know where to begin
Magnificent you were, melting under the heat through the cracks of my fingers, astonishing
How do I even describe, the burning feelings, the feeling that swallowed me whole drowning in the lies
Our dance, tempting and I cannot resist until the end of the song, until the end of time.
I know of its nature, I know it’s wrong but why do I still continue, still continue to sin?
Magnificent you were, drowning in my arms, feeling each and every moment fill you up
Magnificent was the night, the day, the afternoon. The sun sets and burns, the orange of the sky fills your room
Magnificent, magnificent, your voice will break if you continue on and whine like that
Magnificent was each touch, sensual and breathless, my hands trailing down her soul and into her mind, ready to corrupt
Magnificent was the smell of lust, the revival of each burning passion felt that will lead to my doom
Magnificent, Magnificent was she sitting in heaven alone, perhaps my heart isn’t good enough, just not good enough for that. -