Myself and I made a pact last night

We promised to be each others bridge to sanity

We promised to be each others comfort and mistakes

We promised to accept each other forever

And we promised to lock our hearts tight,away from outsiders and the world.

I like following trends I do
Because being with you was like being on the what's hot list.
But when I had lost my luster...or when I was no longer a hot commodity
You crossed me off the list

Sofia had a favourite bunny
His name was Mr spice and he was cuddly

If Sofia was near or far
Mr spice was always with her

Mr spice had a pink nose and was incredibly white
He had soft fur with eyes incredibly bright

Sofia loved Mr spice so much so
That she would hug him tight and not let him go

You were the death of the old me and the beginning of who I now am

You know you are in love
when you meet the one that will make your heart speak in a language you won't understand

You climbed unto my heart and sat on that throne,like all was yours and I too would suffer that faith.

You were right, though I fought and struggled soon your blue eyes a crushed me like the tempting sky

Your pink lips wrapped mine in a rose scented haze and my resolve was over.

It died as quiclly as it spruted and a lingering dissapointment hovers on my chest.

I had been weak and I had let that one gaze of nothing but infatuation both entise me and crush my dreams of ever healing

I do not still love you and if I do then maybe hell is right next foor

He weaved me with delicate fingers
The fingers of an artist old yet new
He told me to give my heart freedom
And to never cage my emotions
He told me I was free
And that I was never a mistake
That I should just be
He caressed his way through my hair and past my ribs
Untangling my secrets and my shadowy fears
He kissed his way up the roses of my dreams
And yes he planted a garden in my chest
Tulips,Daisies,dafodiles and more
And he wrote me poetry.For every day I was sad
And felt I deserved more,
More than just the floor keeping my weak body up
He just was

When your heart is beating
Your brain is retreating
for when you are in love
There is no sense above

I may not be good
Not good at writing poetry about moonlit nights and cradled stars
I may not be good
Not good at painting scenes with words that seem from another realm
I may not be good
I may not be good at kissing your blood and bad memories away
But I still do try

My boy cinnamon,
He is Aromatic
An Asian beauty that tingles the senses inside and out
A wondrous being that fills my life with such flavour that I wonder how I had not noticed how bland it was before

Cinnamon I may not have tasted you nor felt you yet between my fingers
But you are still mine and always will be, my boy cinnamon

When things are too beautiful your jaw doesn't drop but the very fingertip of beauty scratches gently against your soul and leaves a dent big enough to remember not one night but over thirty.

I count you as one of those beautys,though I struggle beneath your sand filled gaze I am pinned by the realization I shall remember you.Not for one night but for thirty

And as morning arrives,the sun gently caressing your already profound beauty,my wobbly legs go askew as I take in the sight before me.
Stars would die if they touched you,not because you were a destructive minx,no because your power to change and influence would be so great they would radiate too brightly and burst

The moon would have to stray away from you for fear of suffering the same short lived existence,my dear I hope you now realise why you are alone,because people can not handle so much beauty in one fragile body that they need to push it away,push it away before it shows them all the corrupt blood threatening to stain their perfect canvas of deceit. But know my love to me I will never run for you are all that matters

Creativity is a beautiful creature.
It sits beside us and shows us worlds other minds can only dream off.
It gives us a plaque which says:
''Be different''
It helps us find out individuality
It kisses our minds with its rainbow coloured lips
And helps in the birth of glorious ideas.
It is a mad mans only companion,a broken dream's only hope.
The source of all invention,
Only problem is...its friends with Insomnia

Trace the line of your body with mine
Hold me close and let our fingers intwine
Burn the sun for me
let's see who we'll be
Block out the smoke from my mind

Trace the line of your body mine
Make me forgot but want to rewind
Give me wings
To fly in rings
Block out the smoke from my mind

Trace the line of your body with mine
Give me nations in palm of your hands
let me see bright new lands
In your eyes
Watch me slowly falling
But you get me to be walking
Block out the smoke from my mind

So trace the line if your body with mine
I'll lose my bruises
We'll be the muses
To Block out the smoke from our minds

Even the shadows won't hug me

Sometimes the word 'peace' goes
And you are not its home
But one day it will get weary from being on the road
And it will return to you

I have made a home in your home
But only because you took me away from mine

You were the blade and of course I was the skin too weak to defend itself

I used to love art
That was until my muse feel from a cliff

You were a soft breeze that caressed my fragile flame
But when you grew too wild
You blew me
**O U T

I clutch my sheets around myself
Screaming into eternity as I blow my last breath
I cannot tell if you are watching me
Because my eyes have been scratched and my neck has been broken

I jolt like a twisted locomotive
Creaking the bed,slamming it against the wall
I lose myself in such a frenzy Of my own soul
I'm caging my senses
Caging everything as the beads of sweat grip my body as they find their new home.

I dance a new dance of fear
Of uncertainty and possibly insanity
This record has played for weeks, it'll keep going

I want to ride the sky like it's going to die
And hold the clouds
Like love cannot deny

I want to make music

Love is but a nightmare,with struggling bones.
Ones that love and others with hearts of stones.
You think the reaper will come in his black hood.
But he may be the one that light es the.mood.
The one you watch with a sparkle in your eye.
The one you.never want to die.
But love is but a nightmare and you will be dragged in.
Pulled deep to the shin.
Before it is over it shall leave its mark.
Making you wonder where was the spark?.


But the spark.never existed.nor did the thumping of your heart.
Or the emotions that threatened to tear you apart.
You shall awake in cold sweat cluching your chest near.
For you had not realised,love was just a nightmare.

You see that blade?
Oh how it likes to torture me
But I let it,only because it promises of something better
Something to can stop the intern pain the wind gently strokes

I run it down my skin and oh yes does it feel good
Yet it also feels bad as I watch the crimson leave my now opened cave
I'm opening a cave for the demons to fly out
However they do not fly out
They sink their teeth deeper until all that fills this world are My screams

Then I fall
Unto the putrid ground with only sweet sorrow to my name and memory

I rather bleed on to paper
And have people know I was here
Than bleed onto cold pavements
And have it washed by the rain

Philosophers bend words more than lawyers do

I think I'll leave hellopoetry for a while,I don't know how long for..maybe I'll just stop posting poems but I'll still hover around,or I'll completely vanish.All I know is either way it doesn't matter,my poetry won't be missed and neither will my presence.There were good times here.

I make a cup of tea for myself
But your greedy hand sweep in and take it
You raise it to your evil lips,that could make the dark look like neon yellow
You scrunch your nose up,because there's too much sugar,not enough milk and it isn't the right temperature

Honey I am no ones cup of tea,
So next time make your own **** tea and leave me to drink mine

You know, I drank myself in for a while
All deceit and sorrow
Bitter taste it was
Or shall I say I was
Yet I smiled and glugged on
I licked my teeth, pretending to savour my juices
But I was dying inside

I'm broken and you did this

Well let's hope I can fix myself again because this time I really had hope

What is worse than someone with nothing to lose?
Someone with everything to fight for

And it seems like at two a.m
Heartbreaks are the loudest
Because the humming of people has died down
The city is asleep and you're finally alone

But beyond this shattering that you hear
There is a silence in between where threads find your cracks and pull gently to begin Stiching
But you know darling handmade takes the lonegst

My darling,
I am here to tell you not to waste your time
searching for the woman you want to be in the wrong men
Because you'll lose every bit of the woman you are
every time you climb their beds
and give them the loving they never intend on returning

Society tries to make you feel like plain white
Among rainbow bright

A sea of golden words
Laced with silver waves
Crashing unto bronze shores

Sofia found magic so pure
She would open her palms and out it would pour

She would wiggle her little fingers up and down
And in an instant create a golden crown!

Sofia found magic so pure
And she knew it came from her for sure!

When you heart is bleeding know when to stop
When the tears are spilling over know when to stop
When it feels like the whole world is sitting upon your chest and you cannot be bothered to even try know when to stop

Because if you don't
Your heart will explode
Your eyes will go blind
The world will tear your chest
And you will realize you will see all the beautiful stars above you,you will hear the wistful birds and feel the velvet soft grass.
But it will be too late

Its blank
Its wet
Its a little morbid
And a lot alone
Its weak
Its frail
Its blind
Its a little torn
Its halfway dead
Its my heart

The truth is everyone is gonna hurt you,you just gotta find the ones worth suffering for

You called upon me
Oh how sweet your voice be
You told me"stay here"
And I did,I grabbed a seat

The moon waved as my legs dangled off the edge of heaven
And I waved back,knowing it was probably nearly eleven

I looked to the stars taking in their bath of black milk
The clouds passing on them,almost as silk.

He came back hands behind his back

"Close your eyes my love even though its dark"

And so I did
Still curious as to what he hid

My mouth opened and a million universes  caressed my tongue

I was in ecstacy but I knew not for how long

The sun and the moon made home in my throat

And I could feel their roots as they took growth

I was surrounded by heaven my eyes turning golden

"What is this"I said,bringing my eyes apart.

"What you are tasting are a million stars"

Nothing is definite
Not the blood in our veins
Not the air in our lungs
Not even the love in our hearts

All are subject to change
Either because we have shut our eyes
Or we are six feet beneath the flower stained earth
Or perhaps the world has shown us it is not worth loving

Sometimes you are like a teenager writing a book for the first time

You stare at me for hours not knowing what to say

You type,re-type,back-space and re-type again

Sometimes you leave me for months,forgetting you ever started writing

Then when you look through your archive and see me patiently waiting for you to click on me

You hit delete

A drink?
Or an attack?
Make up your mind!

She turned into a baby with a bottle in her hand
Her small hands clasping the glass,then reaching for the bottle,the bottle almost bigger than her mouth
The guilt filling her tiny stomach and killing the taste she wanted to use to forget.
But what should a baby barely able to walk need to forget?
Memories of selfishness and blood stained nights
She rarely cries now but when tears trickle down they are because she is still not used to the sharp pain that punches her chest as she downs it all
A baby with a bottle
A baby with a bottle that she can't recognise the words on the label
Yet she drinks on
More determined than an adult
As the dark mists of depression swivels around her fragile head

When you endeavour to grow
You'll need to learn how to garden
Because there will be some weeds
nestled in those "empty spaces"

You were wrapped in enticing packaging
Your name scripted in a luscious gold
Your picture proudly in front showing me what could be mine if I just opened the packet and took a bite
Yet I failed to read your ingredients
Of which hate and bitterness were the most previlent

I have tasted wine before
I would be lying if I said none tasted as good as your lips
Alot tasted better
However you know I am but a cynical fool
One that sees the darkness long before it thinks to approach
And yet you still hold my hand, in the hopes I will declare to you something poetic, something none have declared to you before
But I fear I am too ***** for such a deed
The pure part of me that could produce such romanticism has long be poisoned
And has since died
So I would be selfish if I asksd you to wait
I will not
For even my evil only goes so far

What is the point when even cold breezes avoid you?,passing your stale body to nibble at the curves behind you.When hunger fills your belly and death fills your eyes.
On summer days you still shiver because the ice within you is so cold

She was made of pixie dust
And sang the tune of neverland

Oh how sweet was she?
To entice me with her wings

They sparkled under the moons light
And I was but a red headed boy that fell for her magic

If she carries the weight of her world and yours on her back
Do no stab her there too
Because not only will her world fall but yours will crash down all the same