You two look great together.
Some may even say
a match made in heaven.
He's my best friend,
almost like my brother,
and you . . .
You were my everything-

This relationship was my
Armageddon.

The two most important
people in my life
committed
the most horrendous
betrayal
known to a man's heart.

I was fooled, I was played.

Both of you grabbed my heart
and just destroyed it;
y'all tore it apart.

My soul,
my smile,
my everything
was just an illusion.

I loved this woman,
heart and soul.

And he,
who I thought was my brother,
knew exactly how I felt
for this woman.
He knew I wanted to give her
my name.

But they both schemed
a plan together.

Traitors.

And now I'm here,
drunken with anger and hate.
Asking myself,
"What did I do wrong
to receive this fate?"

As we grow older, we become too consumed
with our "adult life" --
The struggles of paying bills,
the struggle to make good grades in college;
pulling all-nighters just so we can
finish some papers that are due for our classes
just to attain a bachelor's degree just so
you can get a secure well-paying j o b.

We forget to keep our childhood memories
alive in our hearts.

Her presence
was fierce and strong,
but you could
truly see kindness
in her smile.
She was an Alpha female-
She knew exactly
what she wanted,
she knew exactly
what to do to obtain
her desires.
Her eyes were filled
with mystery,
the chase thrilled her,
and at night,
and only at night,
did she feel so alive.
And in Full moons,
instead of the moon
controlling her,
she controlled the moon
with her howl.

she is insane:
and that's
the only quality
that
I love about her.

As he held her—
all of her—
He saw beauty in places
others before him failed to.

And as he touched her
with the most kindest
hands that she had ever
felt before,
he began to become
a part of her—
Part of her existence.
Part of her being.

If his soul,
and his soul only,
could travel through
the vast realm
that she kept within;
home of innumerable
ancient stars
that illuminated
the darkness that plagued
others, herself including.

But their love—
and their love only—
made such possibility
for two lovers
of opposite realms
to bask in their love
for one another.

What I look forward
to the most
when I'm with her
is that moment
when this
unique and genuine
spark
of acceptance,
love, and assureness
just occurs
when our flesh make
contact.
A link that ignites from
within each other for
one another.
How in her eyes,
in her smile,
in her hands,
in her vast existence
my home could be found.

How could this be love
       when you're leaving me?

I'm here stuck
in these four walls,
and in my hands
I'm holding what could possibly
be my end,
I'm holding a gun.
Only seeing everyone movin' on,
graduating,
and becoming someone in life.
Wanting my life like theirs
so my life could finally be begun.
I wish my life was like that:
graduating on time
and getting a well-paid job.
You see,
all of these fantasies
are poppin'
in my head while
I'm sittin' down here smoking ***.
Wishin' my life was different,
or at least could have
a father figure
to teach me how to live.
I want to be somebody in this life
and to achieve my goals,
and I am going to achieve them..
Yep, that's what I try
to tell myself,
to still believe.
Killin' myself has popped
into my head several times
because I feel like
I'm going nowhere,
like if I was walkin' blind.
God, I beg you
to please give me hope.
Clear my mind and simply
destroy all these evil thoughts
and give me the ability
to cope.
To cope with these problems,
bless me with a blessing
so I can finally solve 'em.
Please, Lord,
help me to become a better person
and to become productive.
I know that I've committed
a million sins,
and that I've done damages
in the past,
that I've been around
the wrong crowd,
and all drugs known to man
that has a reputation
of being so seductive.
I'm not sayin'
that I'm perfect, Lord, no!
But please,
I'm just another servant
of Yours.
Only You that I can trust
to take me from
all the negative
to the positive.
I have faith in You.
You're the only God
that loves us all,
the only one who is,
and will always be there
for us.
Yes, that's You-
The One who is forever true.
So Lord, I'm just a young man
tryin' to live his life,
and You,
the most powerful Being.
I'm just one of your
greatest creations-
a human being.
So please listen to my prayers
'cause You're the only One
who truly listens and cares.

From Heaven,
please bring down
Your Heavenly stairs
and take me
to the the promised land
because
right now I'm just
broken and impaired..

Her tears yelled
"Please don't go! Stay with me! Please!"
As tough as it was to let him go,
she somehow found
the strength and did.
Although his heart was full of pain,
he just had to leave.
Their last goodbye was at the pier.
She promised him
that no matter what she would wait for him
to come back.
It didn't matter how long.
Days, months, years.
And she did.
Many full moons had pass
and she still waited and waited
in the same pier where her love
once said goodbye.
Many would move on,
but in her heart,
she promised she'd stand by.
Hoping that her love will come back
and start the family
they once dreamed of starting together
until rumors spread that the ship
that her love aboard had sunk,
that her love died tragically.
But she didn't accept that,
she couldn't accept that.
Years and years passed by,
and yet every Sunday at 3 pm
she would go to the same pier
and waited for him.
She would wear
the same heels,
the same dress,
the same hope
that the ship would return.
But it never did.
The locals knew her as
'Crazy Peggy',
nobody knew her story.
All they knew was that she would
wait and wait at the pier
ever since the 40's.
No one knew exactly for who,
but that was all they truly knew.
The shore became her home,
the ocean was filled with her tears.
All she would do was mourn.
Mourn for a love she couldn't finish.
Just waiting for the love
of her life to return.
The locals thought she was crazy,
so they all grew concerned.
They tried sending her to a crazy home,
but she refused to go.
Her body grew weaker and weaker
by the years,
yet her hope was still strong
as if the love of her life
had just left an hour ago.
But then she died.
Her body could be
eaten by worms
and rot in the ground,
but her spirit couldn't.
Her spirit wouldn't decay.
She stood by throughout
all the years and waited for him-
The love of her life.
Although they weren't married,
in her heart,
she was always his wife.
True love exists.

As a child,
livin' struggle after struggle,
barely eating every night,
seeing different avenues every other night,
many parking lots,
and different hot dogs from different
gas stations,
I learned something so profoundly:

Life is crazy.

Yesterday you swore
to the stars
that I was what
you've been lingering for,
then it happened;
the sun left,
and all the sudden
those words vanished,
leaving an emptiness
sensation,
so abandoning
and cold.
And all that you were,
were another
luckless romance.
Leaving emotions,
leaving beautiful words
freeze to Death
in what seems a world
filled with regrets.
Reminding my soul
that solitude has him
wrapped around
her aching warmth.
But even in tragedies,
something good
has to come out of it:
And in our luckless romance,
the only blessing
that came was inspiration.
Inspiration to write.
So,
my luckless romance,
thank you.
Thank you for reminding me
of this curse
I was destined to have.

Every morning
waking up to you
would make up
for every
mistake I have
ever made in the past.

Your love
filling scars
that my soul
thought were never
going to be filled,
especially noticed
by anything,
or anyone.
Your kisses
bathing my body,
and your presence
sheltering
my existence.

It does not matter what day,
or what time of the day it is,
this is all that I would much
rather be doing with her
and only her.

Just to lie next to her;
embrace every single fiber
of her existence.
To nurture her soul
with the nectar of my love.

Cherish her all:
her soul,
her heart,
her body,
her dreams,
her laughter.

And with each minute,
fall more and more
in love with each others'
presence.

Just her and I.

As a strong as she was,
she had such delicate hands.
I loved that much about her.
Such a tender heart
and was kind to everything
and everyone.
That attracted me most about her.

I've been selfish.
I've lacked empathy.
I've cleaned my wounds
in the river and tied
my veins into knots.
Smoke rises above
the forest and for a
moment I hear a voice.
Sunlight dips into frame.

Before long, everything
fades and night falls.

You hear her call your name
and you become soft.

You let her in
and you become water.

You drown
and you become love.

let me nurture your soul
                          with all my love,
                                      my love.