Empty is my heart
That floats upon the horizon
Waiting for something to weigh it down,
But that weight never stays,
My heart shall drift again
Higher and higher yet
Waiting for someone to weigh it down.

Starlit skies
Wondrous eyes
Look up to
Waiting to die
To join the
Likes of you
As a guide
On a lovely
Summer night

Love can be as the world presents it
It can be upon a marvelous marble platter
Or it can be as people most experience it
It will be with you wherever you go
As true love is meant to be

Today marks the beginning of the rainy season,
And if my teardrops were able to speak,
They'd rejoice;
For freedom.

And when you touch down,
Do not let the vessel that once contained you
Try to drag you back into that realm;
Simply move along
And forget that that life ever even existed.

the tears spill out,
as the girl sits alone,
to fill her love
with unending doubt
and flood her home

There's so much I've yet to learn about you
Yet your hook just brings me in.
You tell me of your background
And attract me to your body through your thesis.
I hope this story never concludes
because romantics end with tragedies.

Only time can tell
How long this spell
Will last,
Whether muse rings true
Or gives in to
The past,
And if you believe
That you and me
Would do,
Maybe I could try
To learn to die
With you.

Love does not mean leave

Nor do the winds of the world
Try to push people away

Nor does the arrow
Try to narrowly miss its target

Nor do I
Try to love you

I guess it just happens.

Some part of me just wants to trip
Upon some tangled wires that send me
Falling straight in love for you

Moving my heart askew
Side to side, day and night
For time and life anew

And if future turns into vows
Then the present of your presence
Is the pastime I'll continue to treasure

Forever,
My endeavor

My head races,
Spinning endless pirouettes
As I await a response from you,
Or some sort of hint
That you still care...

...As much as I do,

For you.

Shall I let one temptation
Lead me down a road
Of which I would not travel otherwise
Rather than continue as if
It never existed at all?

Clock spins away the pain
Arms that move to rid the rain
The tears that fell an hour before
Of breaks, mistakes, and hate galore
Yet drops that hit the ground below
Make puddles glare a shiny glow
In which itself one cannot see
The person who is lost is me

It is within the flowers of evil
That beauty can lie
Amongst forces of the dark,
Ugly in their untouched form,
Yet, once explored,
Such an alluring thought
To look inside.
And perhaps that attention
Will lead to one's demise
As the petals rest, detached,
Core completely exposed,
Human drunk on its nectar;
Beginning to fade away.

Let not rose petals fall
Just to touch the solid soil
And be tainted from the drop
That the dew of morning
Does not even come close to
In size

It's hard just throwing out stares in every direction
Trying to pierce hearts with your eyes
So that eventually one time, you'll hit
And they'll be looking for you,
Lost

When there's no more words to speak
I'll simply cry myself to sleep
And think about the time that we
Were living in each other's dreams

There were times that I slept
As nothing greater nor nothing less
But when the times came that I dreamt
There was no way to supress
My thoughts of you as something more...
Until every color finally digressed
And I was left, staring
At your outline.

Life will drown in the downfall
Because the faucet never stops

It was a genuine accident
Like
Give me a chance
And come back to me
Like I could change up the past
And make it so you weren't
Gone

Everywhere I go
People's eyes glow
And my pupils shrink

Love is the most aggressive of the emotions,
It can always **** any other feeling at any time it likes.

We've been spending time
Between lines of fine writing
Transcribed by two scribes,
Deciding to type instead of verbalizing.

We'd scrawl on scrolls
And scribble out whole paragraphs;
Laugh at our mistakes,
Providing comfort for each other's sake,
Never was a time we'd make the other person break,
Never was a rhyme to make the other person stay away,
Just a little get-together sort of play date
That I'd hope we'd get to keep for at least a few more days,
Cuz a life in her presence is the type I'd like to take.

Ribbons wrap your letters
Left beside my bed side
That will never see the light

Inside their envelopes
Lie words that you would write
Striving to get better

Each line a new rhyme
Scrawled scrolls for my eyes
Transcribed by a scribe

Not trying to make me cry
Or regret all this time
But my cheeks become wetter

Do not pry my fingers
From the last threads of life
Plucked straight from your sweater

It is you who is deader than I

Time slips as sand loses its grip
Upon the surface of glass,
Moving up and down
Through pointed tip,
And with the minute,
Each second will pass.

If we could achieve unity
Maybe you and me
Could live happily

Can't tell if she still likes me
Or maybe another guy
And if I would confront her
I could stand there and die
Staring at her hair
Til she looks in my eyes
To tell me that it's nothing
With an absent-minded sigh

And If I managed to catch it for just even a minute
Maybe I should disband us rather than just staying in it
Or maybe she loves me but is too afraid to admit it
Because I'm missing her and I'd hope that she gets this
I don't want to end us just to live to regret it
But in the end is it better if we both end up separate
But something so complex would make me feel way more desperate
And then I'd grab for a shorter straw and forget that I ended
                                                            us

Your letters rain like petals,
Autumn flowers masked with ink,
Floating, drifting, endlessly,
Or so it just may seem;

Wind as the propeller,
The spirit which creates the start,
Of which your words will fly from,
Directly to my heart;

And if echo be what you need,
I shall respond most dearly,
Stanzas attempting to match the beauty
That you will always be;

And that I will never see.

Stark starry night
Starts to set
Alongside light
Who retreats in fright
Of the time
Where it shall not shine
Anymore.

I want to love
I want love
I will love
One day
Timidly
Before
I fall

Simply put, you're an enigma,
An oxymoron in the least,
My memories of you are less than few
Yet your presence lasts more than weeks.
Formerly I knew you,
But now you've gone away
And I cannot account a single time
I thought you wouldn't stay.
Mistakenly I lent you interest,
Withheld a sliver of your time,
However, never did I realize
That not ever could you be mine.

Sometimes the wind blows you away,

But it's your fight that keeps you afloat
And your flight that keeps you alive
Yet sometimes you might have to go
And rest on the land in the shade
And finally let yourself fade
So you can find out how to die.

Till now I have adored you
Imagined you in my presence, my future
But if it cannot be
Should I forget my romantic fantasties
And move past my heart?

I've remained the same for days,
Haven't changed position,
Still lingering on your last words
And wanting you to stay
But instead you'd said,
"Don't bother on waiting,
I'll be on my way."

My eyes feel of those who just wept,
But I've just only woken up.
I remove my covers and toss them back on the bed,
No bother in making them neat.
I head toward my door,
Ignoring the light switch,
And begin downstairs.
There I meet them,
Face to face,
Loneliness.

It's hard to just
Admire from a distance
When you care so much
That your words can't even
Explain what you feel;

When you're sad,
I sympathize,
When you sing,
I harmonize,
When you stop,
I apologize;

I am in love with you
But you can't say the same
About how you see me,
And it's not unfair,
You have yours
As I lack mine
Yet wish you could fill
This gap of which
I will forever miss
And try to learn each day
That I can adapt,
That I can change,
When I cannot;

My brain can't
Remove my memories,
My desire,
For you;

I wish
You felt
The same.

Sell spells that I'd think
Feathered quill and jars of ink
My mind an ice rink
Telling verses, holding weeks
Getting ready to speak

Every time I see her,
May her grace be of the best,
My heart begins it's beating
And my soul may never rest

The longer the time
And the farther the distance
I distance myself
From my ink and my pen,
Restlessness sets in;

And yet,
Where, now, are my words?

It was methodical, the way I went through my day,
Up out of bed, right to the dresser, down to the ground,
Pajamas droop to the floor as I await to gather them,
Toss them into the hamper and turn left to leave the room.
I would exit and enter the bathroom, look at the mirror,
Brush my teeth in tiny circles I only hoped to be exact
As if I could control the precision of my existence.

Though the flame may flicker
Perhaps it can linger,
If not only for another hour,
For then my passion dies
As I can no longer see the parchment
On which I write.

God is life
Life is a lie
A lie is portrayed as sinly
Sin is death
Death created by people created by God

Some matches have a winner
And others have lighters
I guess mine have neither.

My heart has a cavity.
It's bittersweet,
Getting eaten up
By the monster that it thought it had abolished
So long ago;
Rotting away,
Rotting my heart;
Away.

The hand of my clock turns to people.
Perhaps for a second,
Some for a minute,
But for you, my eyes can stare for hours on end
And dread the second strike of twelve
That ends such a beautiful day
But births such a beautiful newborn.

If we shall not exist
Than should I not love you in the first place
If the first place is all it will last for
And tomorrow is but another day of
My alone self, drunken upon my couch

A new love has sprung,
The roots dive deeper than before
And the beauty of its youth
Fills the empty space with wondrous life
Much unlike the time before.