Never had I witnessed yin and yang,
in more tangible form.
One came in like a fire *******!
A bright flash and a bang you couldn't help but enjoy.
Then with a passion,
she'd gush in obvious pride
over the delicately crafted treasures before her.
The other blew in like the wind,
soft and mellow.
With an easy voice she spoke of her craft,
as if only natural,
a person could weave wire in such intricacy.
It was a beautiful equilibrium to behold
and something I'll always hold onto.

I tasted heaven on her lips.
How can love so pure,
Be piercing sin?
If the shadows of hell,
Are where I shall be outcast alive,
I'll go so willingly.
Behind scarlet flames,
The beauty of our love survives.

She was threatened into a stiff silence
Stiff for his hand on her throat and the knife
In her back
Which he pressed her into time and time again
Whispering into her that 'pain and love are equals
And beauty is a byproduct of anti-societal laws'
His anarchy was fed by submission
As if she had a choice with the
Pistol at her head and the sweet,
Honeysuckle words he traced along her body
She was threatened by someone who knew
Her way too well; or moreover -
Knew the she way she was, and loved her for it;
Inflicting pain because he needed to
Because her No's were lost in hours of moans
Had she not been gagged
She would have cried for help
But crying had no way of helping her
When he came around

Poetry is a quirk of the soul
A seamless song of connections
Where the word rules its truth
And  its spirit encounters you

In a storm of chaotic proportions,
I sit in my backyard and gaze
At my life as it all pours down
Who needs a mirror to see
Their reflection in this beauty?

I worry about where my life will go
And shudder at the idea of loneliness
Because I know that I'm a freak
They think I'm an awkward mess
And I couldn't agree more
Where can I hide myself
From being exposed to this cruel world?

If there's anyone I have to thank
For the life that I've been given,
I can only otherwise thank myself
I don't want to be a republic
I wish for absolute power
Because nothing else satisfies me
Like being in control of my life
Is this the root of my problems,
Or am I just a doomed mess?