Never fall in love with a poet
for their words are sometimes lies
on occasions they're a shield
on occasions a disguise

They will take you on a journey
upon which they bare their soul
in a bid to ease your burdens
in a bid to make you whole

But in every word they choose
for the stories that they tell
lies a little piece of heaven
and a little piece of hell

Tormented souls we poets are
sometimes quite broken and despaired
in search of lost expressions
missed by others who once cared

Never fall in love with a poet
unless you're prepared to share their pain
to hold them close on the darkest nights
over and again

at 4:14 am
im still wide awake
imagining your body on top of mine
captivating me,
your large hands running down my fragile, tiny body,
claiming everything you brush as "yours".
at 4:20 am im still awake,
imagining myself on all fours,
your hand grasping my hair,
pulling it into that tight ponytail i wear during the day,
while you're telling me about how you could never resist me,baby. your words alone leaving me drenched and ready for you.
it's 4:30 am, and texting you:
"are you awake?"

I know I can never achieve the fame and recognition on being talented, smart, or beautiful, but I can show you the sky when it’s calm, the sunset when it falls low, the moon when it’s full, and the stars that shine across the universe.

Burning rage and endless hate,
Engulfing sadness and despair,
Paralyzed souls and hearts,
Drowning minds and crying eyes,
The world tears us all apart,
We tear each other apart with no remorse,
Lift one person at a time,
Quiver a lip of sadness with love,
Say words that don't poison the soul,
Nurture the mind and heart,
Don't drag a soul down lift it up,
Stop the hate and rage,
Spread love and happiness and a little peace may follow...