Scent of the storm you arouse in my heart
sends rainbow of blessings to bathe
my dreams
in showers of tasteful repeats with which
to start a cascade
of crystaline waterfall in glass-streaming rays.

Soul-warming feelings
in my pounding breast always astound me,
then reeling, set me alight.
Can a soul drown in vibrating soundlessness ?

Threads of an almost-created new heart stand
now impaled
by arrowed decisions because they have found
a fresh start.

They have embroidered time at each corner
of my blazing need,
stitched it with seed-beads to spare
the over-sewn grasses of autumnal hope
to show that though worn,
life is not yet beyond careful repair.

That being so, the taste
of passion's sweet stormy voice will never
again become effaced.

That’s it. Once you start adding rules to art
You just start ******* me off.
I thought poetry was about writing what I feel.
It’s good because I say it’s good.
I didn’t write my poem for people like you,
So don’t tell me you don’t like it.
It wasn’t meant for you in the first place.

I like music, but you’re ruining it for me.
If I like the sound I’m making,
Why should I give a **** about posture?
You’re ******* me off again.
See what I mean?
I write what I think.
No symbolism, no metaphor,
Just thought.
****’s are no fun
so stop being one.

Why should your talent give you authority?
You clearly don’t deserve the responsibility.
Your insanity is keeping me awake.
I can’t discuss this anymore,
I’m exhausted.
I’m going to bed
I’ve turned off the light

Good Night!

Didn’t make the front page
Another statistic  
Just one more fact
A name added on the list
A casualty soon to be forgotten

Yes I do…
I said while soaked in tears
Not for love but fear
Pain kept me enslaved
Fright left me empty
In and out I was broken

A lethal kiss sealed the deal
You in black, I in white
Predator and prey
Gambling with death
Keeping the act until the end

I could have asked for help
I should have said it wasn’t right
I could have walked away
I should have… I could have…
But I was afraid
And blamed myself

Weakness and regrets aren’t the answer
Your rage was my punishment  
As I keep saying “I do”
After each punch and kick
I never fought back
Only crawled and cried

Overwhelming shame
Betraying the self
I let you smash my self-esteem
Believing everything you said
Detaching myself from life
Was my only escape

Incapable of asking for help
I determined our fate  
Things could have been different
But now is too late
To change our destiny
To get things in place

I shouldn’t have said “I do”
I could have said “I don’t”
I should have… I could have…
But I was afraid