She stumbled across the streets,
with low light streams.
Casting a glimpse to the rustling leaves,
fearing a soul's hail,
for 'twould free her long-harbored wail.

Her white shroud floating back like a spectre unleashed,
her feeble hands holding tight to the shovel in need;
on she went digging, with all her strength beaming,
waiting not for a second to breathe.

A ditch no less than a bottomless pit,
was what she endeavored to achieve in the late night sleep
to abandon her setback grief.

It speaks deep to the heart
Tenderly to the soul
Tells of the many wonders
You'd love to know

In it's single mission
Spreading of truth
But what good is a love poem
If it wasn't written for you

As it tears at your heart
Swipes at your tears
Bringing to the surface
Emotions you haven't felt now for years

Telling you things
You only wish that you knew
But what good is a love poem
If it wasn't written for you

With the tightening of chest
The shortness of breath
The shedding of light
On what you could only guess

The tug on your heart strings
That won't leave you alone
But if it's not written to you
What good's a love poem

If I
Had to jump off
of the grand canyon to
prove to you that I love you true
then this I would do but,
That would leave you
Alone

As he watched the skin slowly peel from the bones,
         he remembered his childhood.
   Memories of scraping his knees
         and being fascinated with the blood
      dripping down his leg.
All the times he carefully burned
         each leg off a spider
     and studied it closely
            as it died painfully.
The first birds squawks
        as he plucked out each feather individually
               then cut it open to see it's lungs
  slowly stop taking breaths.
           Practically in awe.
    But it wasn't enough.
    
Now
     As the man lays,
         barely alive and severely broken,
   on his basement floor,  
      he feels some extreme level of pride
that he's never felt before.

    It's like...
         The more death he can create in the world
    The more alive he can make himself feel.

I see an angel slouching,
In the sky, as if heaven
Were so heavy.

Seabird, where do you come
From?  Is the earth too much,
To take all in?

I know how you feel sailing,
Above it all yet drawn too,
As I am drawn.

Wraith, I want to feel that place
You are winging from here,
As now, forgetting.

  But it's so hard to fly,
  Unlike you, just easily,
  I will close my blind eyes
  And trail your mission starry.

I will tread in air backwards,
Deep into sky heavens,
Sloughing all the way.

If you choose to fall in love,
fall in love with a writer.
But know you will live in the pages
of a poem, linger in the words
of a song, be engraved
in the ink of a plot,
twisting your fate and heart
into a tempestuous knot.
If you choose to fall in love,
fall in love with a writer.
Who will hand you
the world, drawn and painted
in the metaphors of a troubled mind
where nothing is simple, not even a line.
If you choose to fall in love,
fall in love with a writer-
your life will never be the same.
They'll weave stories of yesterday,
in the webs if your hair,
breathe the sky of morning,
and lure you to their lair.
So if you choose to fall in love,
fall in love with a writer.
One who truer will never be;
fall in love with a writer....
with a writer like me.

When I sleep
a wind blows
over strange lands
I don't know
and I feel like a lamp
a stranger is holding up
looking for a way
through a dark field
I will walk through.

I'd rather have bad times with you,
Than good times with anyone else.
I'd rather be with you in a storm,
Than safe and warm by myself.
I'd rather have hard times together,
Than to have it easy apart.
Above all,
I'd rather have the one who holds...
My heart.

Dont be afraid of the night, it's the best...
Lay your head down and rest,
my sweet darling.

Close your eyes and open your mind,
You'll be amazed at what you'll find.
Drift further and further into serenity,
Let lack of fear permeate your lucid state.

Go ahead into the darkness,
Nothing will get you...
Because after all,
You're sophisticated and poised,
And rule them all.

Each beast of burden,
And monster of imagination.
All the ferocious beasts of the night,
Bow before you.

Rule the night.
Conceal the light,
For your reign has no end in sight.

Fear not the dark,
Your beasts will leave a mark.

So my dear I shalt say,
Night night sleep tight and...
Watch out for the monsters bite.

When I say I love you more,
I don't mean I love you more than you love me.
I mean I love you more than the bad days ahead of us,
I love you more than any fight we'll ever have.
I love you more than the distance between us,
I love you more than any obstacle that can try to come between us.
I love you most.

A stolen kiss on my part,
a kiss returned on yours.
Stolen moments,
stolen time.
Time that we should've been working,
Time instead spent living.
A gaze apon you set my soul ablaze.
Distracted by your poise, your grace.
Your lips apon mine,
lingeringon my mind.
Another kiss was what I desired,
but if they found out...
All would be lost.
But life to fragile, to unpredictable.
We have to live and learn,
and learn to live.
Passion will set you free,
so live in the moment.
Time will always pass,
but need let it slip away.
If your story ended tonight,
Would you be happy with its ending?