dear girl, do not tire your eyes
weeping over dead roses

for sunlight emanates
from your weathered skin

and it is simply a matter of time
    till your garden blossoms again


x.

To this body
Death does as it should,
Consigns the shell
To the firewood
And sets the spirit free.

Close to the fire
the heat singes me.

I know it's only the prelude
to the fiery furnace
licking my skin with flaming tongues
reducing me to powdered ashes
disappearing and in no time fading
what was me but in an instant
dusts in urns and upon wall
and years after maybe one's
untimely rains of dusty memories.

Once upon a time
        In a land not so far away
        Wait, Sorry that was right here
        Last summer this very day
        I bought three bunnies
        black white and grey.

        before bringing them in
        I worked all things out
        built three wooden warrens
        poured milk in separate bowls
        As I put them down
        like a precious prize
        what they did then and there
        took me by surprise.

        All three baby rabbits
        latched onto the same cup
        like allies in a fight pit
        they went slurp slurp slurp
        But I tried to let that slide
        maybe they were hungry and dazed
        Later that night I put them to bed
        in their wooden boxes side by side

        Waking up the next day
        what I saw blew me away
        cuddling together in one box
        there they were cozy and gay
        Do they fail to see
        the difference in their color
        like we the "righteous" humans do!
        Don't they feel superior to one another
        like we with our clever conscience do!

        Are we the savages or are they?
        Is humanity just a cliche?
        From cavemen to civil beings
        are we too evolved to see
        Death doesn't discriminate
        So why should we?

In some crazy way
like  being loved
Poetry  gives me
Strength and
Motivation
at times it’s
all I  have
It’s where
I escaped
It’s Where I
feel right at home  
my happy
state of mind
Where I take
my mental
Essence to
a higher plateau
Where words
becomes Arts
Never ceased
to amazed
Let the ink
dance  with
my mind  
Tango enlightenment
Impossible to avoid
ink splattered
all over
my thoughts
It’s like swimming
In the  Black Sea
with full consent
into a black hole
Impossible to
let go
Orientation put
me into a dazed
But not for long
anticipating
memory fades
Ruined  expressions
like mind on fire
seeking for the  river
Put words together
analyzed all
the dance strides
my ink had taken
Scrutinized  
what It all means
and make sense
      of it all
Nevertheless
keep my insanity
Is The duel
being  fought
Enduringly
into the abyss of
The poetic  mind

Nobody seems to care
About the happy poet
It can get very depressing
Being a happy poet
I just can't seem to let that dirt sit
On my shoulder
And so I remain
Happy poet

Red as the blood gushing from her wrist.
Purple from the bruises on her body as the beating
Green is her eyes yet she doesn't want to see
Yellow is her body from the **** her father impacted her
Red,purple,green,yellow
She wishes that she had a normal life
Red,purple,green,yellow
Her body aches for love, as when her father whispers "I love you babe" she cries
Red,purple,green,yellow
Her mother calls her fat and ugly while she beats her
Red,purple,green,yellow
She slits her wrists while she cries
Red,purple,green,yellow
Shes now dead as she was hanging by a thread
~A.E.G.

i used to hear these stories about relationships.
They became dreams
something unreal, even.
passionate, so much love.
don't see that nowadays.

bestfriends.
what the **** are they here for ?
to cry with , deny with , forget the past whatever's before ?
sometimes they try to lie and deceive.
never really know what to believe.
die trying to impress the wrong girl
the one to bring you up in a whirl
she's actually pushing you slowly away
she doesn't want you in her life
she doesn't want you to stay
she doesn't want the burden
of having you around
wish i was raised in another town
fights with her are worst , you see
she's replacing you as speak
the pain is killing you deeply in side
i should've hid
i shouldn't of had to hide.

you can tell them what you want
but you can't tell me how you feel ?
this isn't a game , nor *** appeal.
I'm tired of the **** , and I want to know
this isn't how communication is supposed to go
it was inevitable , still could have been honest
I wasn't trying to be hostile
it was all in the profile
I never signed up to be kept out
this was never a game.
we were the same.
but now I'm thinking I've been put to shame
unknown to me
don't share with me
just care for me , no don't do that.
it's all just a trick
I'm pretty fed up with all this ****.