A tortured soul
Who endured
Lost love
Anxiety
Depression
Helplessness
Hopelessness
And has finally found peace
For putting it onto paper
Has been their best therapy

I just wanna be with you, kiss you and make love to you

darling, allow my pillow to have dreams of you embedded in it

my heart's aching, my ears are longing for your voice

I wanna get nostalgic to your moans to breathe your skin into me

host you in my soul with nothing but love
serenading on your body with the bite marks

on this paper confesses my pen
about my love for you on these hands - your protection has secured my mind,
your permanent place of bullying me
your affection has tormented me
to never escape these exit wounds
your love has boundaries
to either enter a beautiful nightmare
or arrive in a darkened reality
i hope you reach and mend my fragile heart
take my hand and i'll show you around the world
and i'm sure your beauty would
make a rush hour stand still
like the globe does
where your floral securities blend
with my lowkey subtlety
creation becomes our very own nature
infatuation is nothin' new to your flaws
radiance and ambiance
to thee verse i preach of your soul
when a goddess is walkin' down
the streets of love
allow me to be yours and yours alone.

She looked in the mirror,
Looked back the sad reflection,
Told her to stay strong,
Oh, where did she go wrong?

Tears fell as she closed her eyes,
Through the tear stained face,
Just smile, she said to herself,
Wanting the tears to leave no trace.

Opened her eyes,
Saw a little smile,
The reflection spoke,
Her inner voice awoke.

The reflection began to speak,
She was no longer feeling weak,
''Don't let them know inside you're grey,
Just tell them you are not a prey.

The beautiful smile,
Use it as a tool,
Be strong for a while,
For the world you always fool.''



-SaniaOpai

1721

He was my host—he was my guest,
I never to this day
If I invited him could tell,
Or he invited me.

So infinite our *******
So intimate, indeed,
Analysis as capsule seemed
To keeper of the seed.

She is fire and I am roasting
She is *** of gold and I am a leprechaun
She is full moon and I am sunset
She is sea shells and I am dirtbag
She is crystal and I am an old cloth
She is phoenix and I am rage
She is gasoline and I am a fueled heart
She is turning point and I am senseless
She is gun shots and I am a soldier
She is breath and I am a cigarette
She is weeping and I am a brother
She is nostalgic and I am fire exit
She is water and I am a scratched knee
She is holding and I am keeping
She is everywhere and I am free

I was wrapped in black
fur and white fur and
you undid me and then
you placed me in gold light
and then you crowned me,
while snow fell outside
the door in diagonal darts.
While a ten-inch snow
came down like stars
in small calcium fragments,
we were in our own bodies
(that room that will bury us)
and you were in my body
(that room that will outlive us)
and at first I rubbed your
feet dry with a towel
becuase I was your slave
and then you called me princess.
Princess!

Oh then
I stood up in my gold skin
and I beat down the psalms
and I beat down the clothes
and you undid the bridle
and you undid the reins
and I undid the buttons,
the bones, the confusions,
the New England postcards,
the January ten o'clcik night,
and we rose up like wheat,
acre after acre of gold,
and we harvested,
we harvested.

You tricked me
Made me believe there was something
Yet, here I am
With no light to guide me
Feeling like nothing
I loved you, still do
But something's changed in you

I thought you were a lighthouse
Out of reach, maybe
But guiding me to safety...
Turns out you were the wind
Causing waves of hurt
To crash over me

Now the light has dimmed
And I can't find my way
Not without you
But you led me astray
I'm drowning, dying,
I can't breathe
And "I'm sorry" was all you had to say

I don't need you
I've seen others sail on their own
How hard can it be?
But my muscles are weak
My lungs are filling with salt
That spills out of my eyes
I can't do this alone

But that's how you've left me
To fare the dreadful ocean waves
With a broken sail and no mast
Joining lost souls in watery graves
Because your bright light never shone past

You're dead inside
I see it now, clear as the light
You stole from me
There was no lighthouse,
Just me, chasing after a dream
That I didn't really need
And now there's only darkness
As far as I can see

I love my life.
All of it.
Every time the sun warms or
Burns; the rain soothes, or
Stings with angry ice; barrel-hot
Buckshot, I
Thank. Thank for the
Weather.
I love my life.
All of it.

It's an art.
All of it.
Every time the axe rests above
Your neck mid-air,
Wink at the masked one
Holding the handle.
Thank. Thank for the
Swift awakening
Awaiting.
Add years to your dreaming.

It's an art.
All of it.

I love you, poet.
All that is you.
You hold an opposing answer
In each hand, commanding
The chooser to hold
Your gaze and keep
Asking.
The best readings rest between
Every line drawn.

I love you, poet.
It's an art. All that
Is you. **** well
All of it.

Sleep safe.
Add years to your
Dreaming.