I love you like, love is what keeps me alive,
you forget me in your memories
whilst i remember you in my forgetfulness
to see you happy meant a hundred beautiful mornings to me
to see you sleep in my arms is the never ending starry sky
i want to forever embrace, to always erode into our togetherness
where i and you dont exist but only we do

*but wait, looks like my thorns has hurt every inch of your body,
i know that is unforgivable

This is me and was me
lying because i want you, not lying because i want you, annoying you because i want you, loving you because i want you, hurting you because i want you, crying because i want you. Can you not let me go.

you are a gift.
i would really like it if you were here.
like everyday all the time
although i cant promise i m so good enough
to be saying it all the time
but it feels good to be thinking of that
it would be nice, really
we could go places, i could go alone
but i need to go with you i think
and we should try marriage
maybe even divorce
and remarry
the point is, let's have each other
facing each other
behind each other
in front of each other
next to each other
i like solitude but i like being with you
and i know we could have been
and we could be great
so i just thought i should say
really, it is beautiful
really, it is.
i think i love you in that very peaceful way
it feels like rain and coffee and breeze in my hair
and the rustle of leaves and so much and so many
i think i love you and i feel that way when i do
it is nice, you are too...

My demons,
I embraced them
That's a good start

No not commercial poetry
It's blood or blood splatter
Or death or pain
Or the fog of love

When walls collapse.
We build forts.
We stay inside,
And marry poetry.

When you write a poetry about me and cannot not find a metaphor apt,
Try using "that ******* infectious human"

i ll never know the day
when i can no longer trust my senses;
for i think i trust YOU more than it
and i know none can say that about anybody ever,
except me about you.

The bee finds that there is a universe inside that flower.

to love a poet, kiss him when he bleeds, kiss him deep,
make love to him when he is dead, so passionate that he shall chose to rise,
and then he becomes your dog, and you his home.
that's more than that can be asked and that you'd know

**** the poetry off my fingertips,
it sure is a feast to savor, i know because
that was only when you fell in love with me
you would not have otherwise

this is me..
i am a filled void
this is me..
and you are you
you are free too

i immersed in your lines and i found
you wrote about me,
but none for me.

stop counting the stars,
stop trying to stop me from bleeding,
count my scars, they ll stay
the stars will be gone the morning

not the rainbow, no
not the mirage, oh
not the cloud,
nor the diamond
You were beautifully flawed,
Exquisitely imperfect.
But yet you disappeared,

you have washed me,
i have lost much,
you have left me with just this petrichor

The pen said,
I can't cough anymore blood
And it died

You are one
You are many
I need you like the sing needs to be sung

Would you fill me?

everything must die

if i die and you cry,
i would find your tears,
even in the heaviest of rains.
so baby shed a tear when i die,
and i would know.
it would revive me no matter how dry,
and that love you know

my pain has more music than my smiles,
and i will play that music so often over the miles,
this is all i can play, this is why you would not stay
i know love, i know, i know

i am a fool, yes i am a fool
but that never made you fool's gold
that never did.
you were just so golden
and you never got old.

but it's never as good as being gold,
being fool's gold,
so i ll now grow old,
hide behind a million folds

I don't know why but I can't feel it,  I am dying a few little deaths,
this isn't my hearts song,
I no longer know the right chords.

i want to be able to infect you with unwritten poems,

I died a little death,
Nobody missed me
But that's why I died in the first place

On my birthday, cage me.
Let me ignore the whole world
Let me be your captive perched with just your treats,

I don't write poetry, there is no paint and art, this is a stashed cache of words tainted with pain and blood,

have you ever wondered what to feel when you are told,
that you cannot ever be loved by a person, not even one more fold?
that you cannot ever be loved more than how much you love them,
have you brooded then on those thoughts that stem?
and wondered if it meant good or if it meant that your heart will be more often a desert,

it's time to dismember,
and funny, now is when i remember,
that this is why i began writing poetry.

flip fast past these pages,
of the darkest ages,

whoever you are, flip past these pages fast,

you want to know why i cant help it but write,
because there isn't just any receptacle, all I can do is writhe,
what i want you to help handle is not my poetry,
but it is my pain that can't take a poetic coquetry.
i'd like to run too,
i'd like to scream too,
i'd like to destroy too.
i have taken enough meteor showers,
i have called enough of my inhuman powers.
i would like to now stop and this heaviness i want to drop,
and that's where i want you to help me carry,
that's what everyday i marry.

et me speak for you, let me speak for myself

you may end up saying this once i finish this large straining rant,
so why dont we not wait and have what you wanted to say; said, have it engraved in the sand.
this kid is ungrateful, oh what the **** will satisfy him, i have given him enough to cloy.
stop ******* with my head, you are far from a sweet ******* toy,
you are no teddy bear, **** it you are a fiendish thorny porcupine
cactus could be sweet and so could you but hugging you makes me whine.
you make me bleed, i should have heeded before i let you come any close,
now look at me, look at what you have done, you are a pain, you are all the world's flaws.
**** you, what the **** are you, why cant you put a leash on your **** ******* avarice,
you make me scared, you might just **** life out of my lips, when all i want is a little kiss.
i dont think you are made to be owned, so go ahead and drown yourself in some random reverie
but better tell yourself, that is all you get, and when you're done dont reach out for recovery
because you are ungrateful, and nothing will ******* satisfy you, you heart vampire,
you can't be trusted, and that's why you are alone and busted,
what is it that you were trying to do, why would you make me feel so disgusted,
you bit through my soul and watched as it powdered away like a stale ***** rusk,
god you are so grotesque, 
so why don't you go ahead and finish it with your tea, just how you love, from dawn to dusk.

now go ahead and have it said, your rant on my heart's sand, 
and write with a blade until i bleed from every strand,
i will carry and scars like they are my armor,
i will carry them with great ardor.
like how i would every thought about you,
as you drift farther, further

i might want to say this but my tears could trickle down and wash it away,
so why wouldn't i just let it outnow, let it come and let it stray,
all i did was love and love i did, everything that you gave,
yes i am ******* grotesque, but you were no rusk, you were my reason to rave,
and i knew you would loathe me, i knew you would say, i am the worst, that i am diablo,
but i always told you, i told you all, i am no king midas, everything i touch is but fiasco.
i was never ungrateful, i wouldn't even excuse myself saying it was fateful,
i couldn't distinguish, i couldn't know what i was doing, i was true to you, every bit faithful
i spoke of the weight on my chest, for i didn't know i was just being untrue to myself,
because i am the stain, i am the pain, i am the burning, fuming, deadly cigar in the shelf.
i never wanted to **** you, i came with all the warning that i could **** you,
but the i know i am the one to ******* blame, because **** this poetry and **** my true hue,
it's all about what we feel, and when that's hurt we are no longer on a ******* even keel,
and that's the point, that's why i never detached where our hearts joined,
because even if I am falling off, breaking down, i don't want your joy and peace purloined.

now go ahead and have it said, your rant on my heart's sand, 
and write with a blade until i bleed from every strand,
i will carry and scars like they are my armor,
i will carry them with great ardor.
like how i would every thought about you,
as you drift farther, further​

What does an empty poet write about emptiness?

He wrote an empty poem that screamed his pain.

No one saw it

I can't write no more, I killed the poet so I could be free.
But the void is ******* me inside into nothingness.
What should I **** next?

its 1 11 am on the 11th of 11th month,
alone i wondered if there was another devil,
i could share my newly found trivia with,

you were like the sweetest sugar to me
and me like a ******* cockroach to you.*


but you could not **** me.

i dream of a little garden,
i dream of a roof,
i dream of cooking delicacies,
i dream for a little home

hug me for absolutely no reason at all,
that's what i need most

just so you know, i can't be invisible.
for all my life, all i was, was despicable.
i am ******* weird i know,
and i am not nice, not at all no.
i too want to want, why is that too much to ask,
in the scorching, burning light of unwantedness i bask.
give me what would be a little break,
this is my ****** ******* face,
and i can't cast moon's reflection on any lake
it may look sad, it may look bad,
but tell me it's okay and that i look handsome a tad
how long do i have to ****** hide,
will i ever be your pride?

the human in me of whose constitution i cannot escape says i miss someone touching me like i am someone special, i miss seeing someone who say i am handsome, i miss being told i am irreplaceable and that i am worth throwing the world away for. tell me i ******* am once just once

maybe i am not all that.
save me form myself
save you from myself

you said you wanted to see it and believe me i was ready to show you every bit.
not in a fit of passion but i tore myself open and left myself no shred of compassion,
here is my heart i said, it's all yours i said,
hide it, you said

Even if the cage is bigger than the world as we know,
Wouldn't the bird still feel caged?
Even if the bird doesn't, we would make it feel, wouldn't we?

I wish you heard,
Diablo cries here,

I look at you, you are exquisite
I look at me and I know I don't stand a chance,
I decide to fade, but you wipe me away,
You don't want me to stay

The secret that didn't want to hide,
It died a lonely death,
And when it did, you were so relieved.

What if the empty vessel can't make any noise.
Would you ever care?

I am naked and I know no spring, winter my sweetheart,
come **** me over

not good not bad, not evil, not wearing a veil, not wearing a cape,
i am the animal i am.
no gems no stone no riches no pets no wrong no right,
i am the animal i am.

my pain is my poetry,
swing the blades, dear nature,
you created me, i admire it,
but most do i admire, how you destroy,
fan of the art, i ll practice what you do,
create and destroy,
bring me the pain,
swing the blades of fate