Each soul is a wound, then death is healing.

Poets always exist,
Such as rocks
And the statues within.

Sometimes I think,
Whether Satan is an impostor of God.

me: "Why do we learn?"
Him: "To become a beneficial storm."

You don't find writing,
Writing finds you.

Deal with your mouth,
As with a door.

The purpose of life,
Is to create life,
With your wife.

say a way
after the day
to celebrate a new year's eve?
do the unusual, sleep in this year
and rise in the next

Devil died.
He found himself alone.
In heaven.

Everything contributes to death.

They print,
We earn.

Spend time with living things that are not human.

A soldier
Is only remembered
When he dies in battle.

Mirror is, perfection,
Beauty is, a cracked mirror serving the purpose.

Nature made
the first man
without *******.

Success finds story,
Failure rests in cemetery.

Feet Lies,
Head Flies.

Not even the present you is better than you.

Heaven and Hell, the two
Both derived from one, any clue?
From far it appears a spherical blue.

Split that blue you get the two,

Goes to heaven,
Birds, animals, rivers and who?
Beautiful mountains but none of you.
Way to hell,
You and me as none were true,

We ask hell,
For what sins we deserve you?
"Mwahahaha!", bellows the hell.
You thought the world was due to you,
You made the world a living hell,
For all except for you.

Now enough is the call,
By those mighty few,
Heaven goes to them,
And I am left for you.

When I met her
She whispered, "You'll love me forever",
She was death.

They meet often
Sometimes to talk
Often silent
To exist together
In their own
When silence is mutual
More comforting
Becomes an emblem
Of a great relationship.

From the graveyard shift of death,
We're granted a vacation of life.

In my court,
You were guilty.
But you pleaded not.
I was the lordship,
And our love was your defence
None was the prosecution.
And the result was your absolution.

I am,
In the desert of solitude.
Farming.
Watering plants of memories,
With tears.
Fertilizing them,
With smiles.
In a hope.
Atleast one flower,
Could be so beautiful as you.

When we cry.
Tears flow.
Becomes vapor.
Flow as rain again.
Goes on and on.
Tears never die.

The unknown city
Enveloped in dark
So black even light would fear
She walks on barely visible
Standing still felt more frightening
She feels numb
She looks down and her legs missing
She see busses and cars
And trams and trains
Being driven by people and their eyes missing
There was sky but weather
There were trees but leaves
There were owls but feathers
There were bats all crying
She wanted to breathe and her nose missing
A strange sound plays somewhere around
Squeaks of abandoned seesaws and laughing clown
Playing an opera of horror
She wants to scream
Her voice choked
An immortal horror takes over
She hears a ring
A doorbell ring
She breaks her sleep
And realize it a dream
The bell kept ringing
She goes to the door
The door won't open
She looks at her bed
She is deep asleep
She shakes her up
She won't wake up
Tears roll on her cheeks her cry was missing
She wants to scream
Her voice was missing
She opens the door
The other side was missing
She turns around
She was missing
In the unknown city

She is missing,
Peace is nocturnal,
And night never happens.

Thou anger thyself
When anger cooleth on others