Twirling my spoon in the depths of caffeine,
I yawn and stare across the dim-lit shop.
The silky bitterness wafts in the air,
As a sleepy bird outside decides to mope.

An ordinary day it was, like the past,
Nothing unusual, nothing wavered from the start.
I gulped the inky brew in a frenzy to leave,
Staring over my mug, my heart skipped a beat.

Long jagged scars ran down his face,
A disgrace in the eyes of visual allure.
Features veiled with tribulation,
His kaleidoscopic orbs bled loneliness.

Unavoidable gasps rang all around,
People parting like panicked doves,
Perhaps an acquaintance of shadow?
He glided in with a crown of frost.

My heart rang like a failed cardiogram,
As I stated at the nameless stranger in front,
Features, once chiseled and envied,
Now mirrored a fate of broken glass.

Stripped of his appearance, an outcast by society,
My heart longed to read the pages of his destruction,
Love was no longer a cliché to me,
Thoughts leading back to this moment.

Hold me tight,
your arms wrapped like vine
trace a kiss with your fingers
on those unkissed lips of mine

Grip me tighter,
the clock chimes at 3
I don't want to move
Cause then I’d want to take you with me

hug me goodbye,
you don’t look into my eyes
I have a thousand things to say
but a word from you would suffice

Miles away,
I weep and I write
but I always Wonder
if you still think of that night

It reflected in his eyes,
The demons he tried to hide.
Heart caged by barbed ribs,
To keep his demons out of reach.
He danced with angels of darkness;
A waltz of his tormenting past.
Until came she....
Washed away his soul with serenity.
His broken heart healed,
Along with a newfound emotion,
No longer was it filled with abhor or venom.
The sound of her heart could conceal his demons,
But hidden deep, a small part remained.
The shadows of his past would not fade away,
She tried to wash his sins,
But it was not in her will to decide,
He pushed her away and,
The only thing that remained,
Were the fading teardrops on his doorway.

A feeling that you've been here,

That I've seen you before,

A feeling that I've stared into those icy orbs,

In another existence; long ago.



What is this familiar emotion,

A feeling like déjà vu,

The same smile, the same voice,

Lost in my memories like fading dew.




What is this feeling I can't comprehend,

That I've loved you in another life,

In a new world with feelings as old as time,

With you by my side.

Love had scared me,
In ways, I couldn't define.
Hiding behind these walls and lies,
Made me a coward to this disguise.

I was afraid of falling,
Falling into oblivion,
Scared of getting hurt,
Reasoning, it would scar my heart.

Too many walls around my soul,
Tainted with fake interest and smiles.
Too high; the gates around my mind,
Nobody could climb this high.

Then came he; strange and carefree,
An anchor, in my times of vulnerability.
Demanding to see the imperfections,
I hid all along under this vanity.

I let him in, my broken kingdom,
In my war dress of battles lost and won,
But he stared at me like I was the most precious thing ever,
Because he looked beneath my clipped wings and broken thoughts.

He was like a breath of fresh air,
No, not any kind of air,
The kind you gasp for, after bursting out of the waves,
The kind you starve for,  after a long run in the woods.

He was strange ,wild and carefree
Something I was not,
Each move he made burned its way into my lungs,
And stamped his essence to my soul.

As the waves swallowed the sun,
His eyes promised my lips,
And my soul rose from the darkness,
Strengthened by the foundation of his spirit.

For an overthinking mind,
There has got to be a place,
In an unoccupied dimension.
Where time, a currency that pays

The greed of unsatisfied souls.
City lights veining along the shores
Of fresh dreams yet to come.
The seed of conscience lost underground.

Where the rose of doubt blooms.
And as her petals unfolds,
Darkness will seep to the core,
A kind of ecstasy curling the mind.

For the unknown empire that has seen no pages,
has been living through the history of time,
For I've succumbed into darkness,
Past the point of no return.

I had to let go,
Happy endings, didn't mean anything anymore,
Ten letters from him, saying goodbye,
I stopped writing after the ninth.

Now here I sat behind a glass,
As memories loomed over him like a cloak,
Strapped by tendrils of death,
He looked the same as he did years go.

He looked different now, but still the same,
Fifteen years in the past, but still held my heart,
Even though I refused to visit,
His love flowed stronger than guilt.

I knew from the start this was wrong,
But I listened to my heart, and we grew strong,
Consequences awaited me at the end,
Like humanity; the heir of the original sin.

The execution chamber remained silent,
But my heart was going through emotional violence,
Memories flashed in my head, of us together,
Interrupted by a voice on the speaker:

"You are permitted to make your final statement."
"Thank you for loving a monster like me"he said
"I don't deserve your love, but if we meet in another life,
it would be a pleasure to die in your arms."

He sighed, a sad sigh, filled with acceptance and peace,
And looked in my eyes and whispered his last emotion,
My head started spinning, as second faded into minutes,
But I had to do this, see him leave the world as a being loved, not hated.

The skin I felt so long before, was pierced by a needle,
the kind of needle we were afraid of as kids,
Several minutes later he took his last breath,
And a part of me died with him.

She glides along the waxy floor,
Mind at peace and heart at war.
The witching hour sounds nearby,
With impaired grace, her body sighs.

In the quiet, she spinslike the sun,
Of violent energy and a star so bright.
Shrouded in darkness she quivers,
As a glow meets her riveting eyes.

A lone little flame-abusing the wax,
Trickles down onto the mahogany,
Tears on her cheek mirrors the sight.
Hours and minutes last an eternity.

She keeps swaying on calloused tips,
Tresses like a ravens broken wing,
Drowns her saddened breathing.
Her mind still denies and she keeps on dancing.

In the quiet of night, I walk wild and free
To find something that will bring you back to me
There is a roughness in the silent breeze
The soil wet and soft beneath my feet

I keep walking, leaving behind a trail of blood and dirt
while my head hums and my heart is full of hurt
As I see the blinding light right in front of me
the stars glisten bright above the sea

I look up as I lay half asleep on the shoreline
the bluish white constellation of Lyra twinkles in the sky
and I laugh because even after all that we’ve been through
Everything still comes back to you.

Sometimes I have fluctuating thoughts on love. My short existence on earth could be the reason that I can't really comprehend this alien and thought provoking emotion.
But then reality came along and struck me with the demons of negativity and the fear of not being loved.
I truly felt that it was just a figment of our vivid imagination or just something that people bind themselves to, for a temporary cause.
But Seeing older couples who are so much in love always made me smile and wistful. I suppose moments like are the only reason I would ever want to grow old with someone.
It made me believe that love is about the heart, and not about the superficial aspects that inevitably change as we age.
I think it shows me that true love has the ability to endure the test of time. It was rather beautiful to see people utterly devote themselves to such a gentle sin.

The unexpected symphony,
Filled the empty darkness.
A violin, polished black ebony,
Poised beneath her whispered breath.

A raven ruffled its wings nearby,
Blending into the inky mass.
Beady eyes stared all around,
Unexpected audience, weeping sound.

Her fingers fumbled as she plucked the strings,
A sigh from luna, melancholy in the form of mist.
Constellations sewn into the blanket of stars,
The rusty strings sighing with an electric buzz.

Tragic symphony harmonized by broken yield,
For she plays her violin until her fingers bleed.

A thousand memories are made,
Every night and day,
Polaroid or mere time,
Memories that you will share in life.

Looking back, you will feel,
Nostalgia a feeling of longing shall reel,
Every scent and song from the past,
Will evoke a memory in your dream.

Floral perfume from mothers locks,
Mixed with dirt from  childhood fights,
The smell of paper and endless books,
Is it exams or the fright?

This familiar emotion of delight,
So very strange and foreign,
But in empty roads of memories,
It's a feeling you've never forgotten.

If you ever doubt my love,
Spin the wheels of time,
And dive into the past,
where seconds and eternity collide.

Where they said love was hell;
The never-ending fire of betrayal,
Loomed over us like a veil,
Sewn with guilt and regrets.

We swayed  in the inferno,
Waltzed on the ashes, to the melody of
Eternal love, blemishes, and scars;
A badge of chaos.

But we walked through the darkness,
And undressed our souls,
The naked sorrow and agony,
We could ever disguise.

In the end,
If you still ever doubt, my love
Know that your stars are the reason,
My galaxy exists, in this infinite universe.

It may be madness,
Through the passion of beauty, it shines.
The sinful visage of love,
Like flesh upon vanity it chimes.
For beauty is scarce when the soul is lain in the tomb,
Because truth, like love, is life within the lungs of a new dawn.

He wanted to see me,
No. Not with my hair all done up,
The liner on my lids, or the
Fake smile stained with red.

He wanted to memorize my raw flesh,
Devour in the  magnificence of my soul,
Bathe from the innocence in my orbs,
And wash away the insecurities with his love.

Mirror mirror on the wall,
Mirror mirror sees it all.
From tear drops to lip stains,
Reflection of beauty and self hate.

Helplessly, hung on the wall,
It reflects the exterior from a far.
Tries to reflect the truth from within,
The eyes sees only what is seen.

Months and years pass by,
The mirror tries to show whats inside.
No,not the mirror on the wall,
But the one within your soul.

I confess,
I was afraid to love him,
Afraid to give myself fully,
Soul and body.

Afraid to stare into those stormy orbs,
That could somehow see through the cracks
Of my broken soul, etched with scars,
This mirror of misery.

He was a mystery I couldn't solve,
Things my mind didn't understand,
But my heart did, words my mouth
couldn't speak, but my soul sang.

But all that I knew was he loved me,
Like the sun died for the moon,
The way he dove into my soul,
And sang my demons to sleep.

Bruises marked his hands, like the heavens above.
Filled with the creeping dusk of pink and purple hues.

Specks of fading freckles, imprinted on his skin,
Like a vault into the andromeda galaxy.

Scars of old untold tales marked her wrists.
Her struggles, like the moons of Jupiter.

Valleys of stretch marks forged onto her skin,
Like the sand dunes from a drying land.

But they loved every atom within each other,
Cause the atoms of her flesh were his stars.
And he was her constellation that embraced her soul,
Together glowing in the darkness of the night.

The garden of blood,
Where bodies and grenades,
drizzle upon the boundaries,
fighting for religion, power, and greed.

The golden glow of Apollo  embraces the heavens,
and reflects upon the Scarlett land turning vermillion,
as the last ray grabs onto the strings of dying ****.
The Grimm taints the field with his presence.

Death whispers with serenity,
as the beat of his heart thumps down to a notch or two.
Memories of loved ones flood his brain with,
nostalgia love and longing.

One last touch. One last glimpse and one last breath.
Promise of honor, hope, and security,
The lifeless body lies in the garden of death and sacrifice,
And returns to ash with nothing left but memories to share.

From times immemorial,
We have dreamt ,
Carved ourselves,
The crown of grace.

A little girl walks today,
With big dreams and passion.
A women of tomorrow,
With power and ambition.

Great things does she,
From wisdom to the heart.
Not only the vessel of mankind,
But also the anchor of life.

Drops of heavenly tears, endless and bound
By truth, surround the moon and I
The moon, woeful over the heart of blue
And I, seek the soul of you

We walked, late into the dusk
Down across the edge of dark
Where rays blazed through the night
And the sea gave birth to light

But as the dew settled, we parted ways
In Triumph and fear, end of infinite days
All that remained-was music, of the shore
And waves to launder the imprints of our soul

And as I write,drifts-these eyes of mine
Into the moonlit yonder of milky shine
With love so deep and how it fled pain
For it shall reverberate until we meet again