Soundwaves Break
Vibrating through as
his heart swells
Building up sensations
an unignorable spell
Releasing an excitment
so divine he slides
out of his hiding
and begins to rise

I woke with a startle
Panicked by the short and shallow breaths I was hearing
Was it happening?Had the day I'd feared most arrived?
Her body once petite
Now a vessel
carrying something far more precious than you or I

A moment barely passed before she tapped my shoulder
and like clockwork I scrambled for a pen and pad
recording the times
Frantic by the results we drove quickly
almost missing stop signs

The labor was a success
but she was not considered blessed
For the true labor pains were soon to come

We had three days of bliss
and as if that baby boy never exists
he was torn away and
dismissed from her aching arms
and placed into a life much simplier for him
A tale for an adoptive Mother and Father

As I rest my weary head upon my pillow
your scent still clinging to me
I need your arms so desperately
to warm and comfort me
All worry disappears in the embrace of those
sweet arms
Forgetting troubling times and the hurt
held in these scars
come with me into this night
sooth the rageing seas with in me
Fight the dawn and keep it from
bringing on these troubling days
stay with me forever in this darkness

His eyes are woven like dreamcatchers
within them lay my deepest desires
hidden messages and captivating images
The rythem of his heart
is like the ****** of my favorite song
The kind of note that leaves an impact
on the soul

I am unwitting when it comes to Love
The ways are just too stunning
for my disfigured hands to clutch
and I hate to see one bare my wounds
Their lies and their mistakes have become
your misfortunes
The past has consumed,erased,and displaced me into
an endless cycle in which it rules

I live in my own fantasy


Where insincere compliments are accepted
and sincere compliments are rejected
In my own little world I can always escape
the true realities of myself there by
mirroring myself
always in opposition of that which is I

Sometimes we must **** who we are today


to become who we are meant to be tomorrow.