A person like you does not exist
If they did then the air would be sweeter
And the grass would be greener
The sky would be clearer
And happiness would be nearer

A person like you does not exist
If they did hospitals would be empty
Everyone would be off duty
There would be peace and no more mutiny

So a person like you is too good to exist
If you did the world would rip you apart

Sometimes it's best to give the weaker vessel a win of a battle so the disappointment after the war will be greater

Be idle today and pray
Or create furiously
Whichever you choose know that this is only the beginning to show them what we are truly capable of

Take your journey with a pen

Sometimes our hearts want to sing
But our brains are tone deaf

Love has legs
It runs away when you don't need it too
And it always jumps just out of reach

I'm searching for my augustus

I want to be in love like properly soul deep in love with someone not just grazing the surface and then shouting "I love you!''

You are many colours
Even exceeding that of a rainbow
Your eyes shine bright with the past experiences that no man can know
Your hands delicate yet strong
A true rogue flower that is beautiful yet capable of unknown strength
You are a wonder
A rarity in this disturbed world
A true fascination always ready to catch those stumbling
A true rogue flower
Though I write this with sleepy eyes
And a pain that makes me double over
Thinking of your purity in a tainted world feels me with joy not even the stars know
A true gem in a large universe
I thank you for being a true friend

Some speak of the satisfaction of life
The mere appreciation of little things that may let you breathe easy
Let your heart calm
But I still await this feeling
it foreign to me
Like england is foreign to the recent sun
Oh how I wish I could feel what they speak of

Bewitched are you
maiden of hell
Cast out in your drenched robes
for kingdoms you fell

Onyx eyes
and precious lips
Thinned hands
but luscious hips

Bewitched now
are those around
Captivated now
by your transfixing sound

Raising them up
to believe your every word
Watching them kneel
As they crown you lord

I've been conversing with people that don't know me
Contemplating about people that have no desire to know me
And fixating on people that will never be mine

Yet I keep praying,
Disgracing and degrading
Humiliating and abusing
My own soul, for people that never take the time to give me any loving, any caring.
People that are never caught appreciating but keep using what they keep breaking.

I choose,
I choose to write on my wrists the words I cannot say
Spiraling around my arms the secrets I cannot tell
Finding their way to my neck the sentences  I don't understand
Kissing my ears, my lips, my whole body
A scroll full of ink, red, black and blue
A rainbow of selective colours, meaning not a rainbow at all.
In the morning these words disappear
Evaporate into the tingling morning air to join my dreams in the boxes I have kept them in order to gather dust and remain unopened, untouched and unlived.

She was armed with a camera
He was armed with a paintbrush
And I just sit here with my arms bare
Wondering what weapon would be mine
For they all seem to be taken

Your lips find my very weak spot
And I tingle
Does this make ashamed or should it? I do not know yet I cluster myself together to give you more
Then the blackness settles as the euphoria momentarily blinds us
Our other senses of the world suddenly unknown to us as only the clenching and unclenching of our bodies is what we know
Our knowledge suddenly becomes limited
And we can only speak words of "you" "I" and "love"
Bodies were not made to express this length of work and I am sure we indefinately destroyed ours, but we do not seem to mind as we push through
Hips connect and eyes roll as creatures from celtic and godly realms rejoice at the meeting of our minds,souls and bodies
They speak confused as to how such a connection can even be humanistic or even possible
You and I unaware of this attention, carry on and heave but for us it is not an unpleasant sound but one that let's us know the end is yet to come.

In the morning with the bright rays,come my first thoughts:

count
count

Then its time for breakfast
count faster
count faster

By lunch I am clutching my hair
Did miss anythig?

Dont forget to count
Dont forget to count

Time for dinner....but I messed up my counting!
count
count

Oh no
....
I had too much

I radiated heat
Like the sun
But it wasn't until your arms touched me
That my blood began to run cold

Everyone has different stars
It is easy to get so blinded by another's
That you can't see your own

It is difficult to find yourself
When the whole world tells you that you are lost
And  simultaneously shouts out directions to confuse you
I am very confused
Are you?

You broke my heart
And there was blood everywhere
So I tried to wash it all away with alcohol
But that just made me a little too drunk

Everything is talking
You're either talking to yourself
Or you're talking to the world
If you love
You talk
If you hate
You talk
A good experience
You talk
A bad experience
You talk.
All, everything of this universe this dimension and most likely the next is based on communication, one way or another and talking does not always mean words, it can be actions, signs, designs. We talk, through our art, eyes, lies, fears, desires, fantasies and , ore. And I'm beginning to understand how fundamental it is for us to keep talking, even though it would be extremely yard for us to stop in the first place

My body was gray
And then you kissed more colours unto me than I had ever seen

I cut
I slice
I tear
I open
I split
I divide
I crack
I break
I destroy every part of me eachday for you

I smile
I lie
I laugh
I giggle with every part of me eachday for you

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

The stars burn brightly
as bright as I once did
now this is just mockery

You can love my physical attributes
But if you have no love to give my soul...............

You write your pain upon your wirst
you make it look like you broke your fist
the world has changed and so have we
close your eyes and follow me

Dont let the darkness win
dont let yourself succumb to sin
dont be afraid dont you shout
I will be here to figure you out

I will draw a map from eyes to mine
I will drink you up like the blackest wine
I will make sure you're not dead
I will make sure you have your head

You will be mine to keep
If you promise not to lie in your sleep
do not think to betray me
do not think to throw it all into the sea

I found myself missing your touch
Your lips on the autumn days that have come back
I missed your smile. The smile only I could project
I miss the wavering of your hand as you touched the maps of our bodies to discover new places
I never knew it would come to an end, that those crevices you discovered would lay neglected for half an eternity
But they did
Until now

Write with blood and they will see
Write with blood and you will forever be
Write with blood to be everlasting
Write with blood it is quite enchanting
Write with blood it is not at all frightful
Write with blood it is more beautiful
Write with blood for it turns black
Write with blood so you never turn back

I once drugged my lungs in order to feel you again
Letting kings ravishing a body that was once sacred and untouched
Their gold crowns reminding me what I seek yet what I do not need
Their jewels cool against my body, tormenting my senses on what they can never have
Now I drug my lungs in order to not feel the pressure against my skin, the lips tearing against my innocence and the screams destroying my hope
I drug myself to forget but it is hard when your window is across mine

Consistently questioning myself but not my worth

My love for you grew strong and tall
Even when you tried to weather my affection with your bitter words and cut it down into nothing
yet, still my love flourished touching the skyline and bringing you a light you never dreamt was in existence

My world is full of stars
So they tell me it's too bright

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 need to lay in your arms. Where the smell of forest resides and moonshine leaves its dust in your hair.
Where the illumination of your loving heart breaks the ice within mine
Where safety is completely defined and completely true
Where happiness is ready to embrace me as I fall into your love
Where the darkness can do nothing but watch with envy as it hands cannot reach me anymore
Let me lay in your arms.
Where the certainty of peace will forever be

A silent night, disturbed by your feverish search for something unknown.
You reached for me, holding the silver marker in your hand and drew me close.

You began to draw upon my ebony skin, the ever darkness a wonderful contrast to the silver at hand.

You flicked your wrists here and there till you art was complete, creating a sea of stars on ever inch of my chocolate being, I was the universe. In that single moment I was everything that was needed to even exist and that was when you whispered " I cannot breathe without you."

I sit and ponder of a world without you
A world were I could no longer walk in your footsteps
Or smell you in the air
A world where the flowers didn't desire to remind me of you
That world has a name and it is called
Hell

I was a teardrop before
Until I grew into something more
I became waves
I became torrents

I was a trickle before
But now i rush towards light
I was nothing but little hopes
And now I am the dreams

Is it fates way of telling me I deserve the universes I have yet to discover
By lacing my soul with yours?
By making my happiness that did not exist
Raise to the stars and kiss the blackness of skys

I waited for an eternity to be exposed to a love as raw as this
I begged for a century more for it to last as this one seems to grow roots deep

The wishing well is too far deep
That I think my wish got stuck
And now vines grow around it
Choking out the will of my dreams

Love makes us do crazy things
Like living when the world is nothing but chaos

You let happen what you think should happen

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

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

I close my eyes still,hoping you will be behind them
I reach out my hand wishing a drop of your love would fall unto my awaiting palm
I purse my lips praying that tender moments would embrace them again
I wrinkle my nose begging that those smells of lucid dreams and purple roses would fill it once more
I twitch my ears thinking that perhaps they had deceived at last and that truly all this time you were behind me

Dreams don't hurt unless you want them to
Even nightmares coated with screams and quicksand won't hurt unless you want it to.Unless you forfeit all the power you have in the slumber real.

But why should you?

That dust beaten ground welcomes your body
The vines of yesterdays sins wind round your legs
And you wait
You wait patiently for the tender ground to open its graceful mouth and take you uponits ttongue and swallow you into the venue of darkness
You dig your toes into sand and lay awake  star searching,yet you find not a single map to Venus
So as the wind howls,you sing along
Hoping that the mermaids far and wide can be kind enough to write you a Requiem to sing over your worthless grave

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

My cell door seems tighter than before
The weak hinges mocking me with their glittering faces and beautiful posture.

Even the ceiling that was once dull and brown seems so pristine and glowing or is my misery lying to my eyes?

The blankets I have slept on for a dozen years are cold and wet and yet I don't know what bothers me more,the stench that stings my eyes or the fact you are not here to make it seem like rose beds.

The warden could not walk before,his legs broken or was that his heart?he looked at me with grief most days and cried others..now that you are gone it feels as though he laughs while his dim eyes look at me,his smiles as if mocking my loneliness.

Finally the little bird that used to sit on the tree..far off with bright blue feathers yet with an ugly beak came to me,its eyes glowing with mischief a song on its tongue, telling me it knew you were gone and I had to start counting down the days when my legs would give,my soul would rip and my love would fade.so I took it in my hands quietly caressing rhise feathers and snapped its neck. For no creature could understand how lost beingg without you made me

Don't be scared to do
Don't be scared to be