Light fell in love with Dark,
  then he was no more
She tried to touch him softly,
  her rays cascading upon the floor
But every time she reached for him,
  she found she was alone
And only through the distance,
  could dark, her love, be known.

Dark fell in love with Light,
  for things unknown only she could see
He longed for her evermore,
  but where she was he could not be
Every time she reached for him,
  there was naught he could do but to retreat
And in his blind loneliness mourn,
  that light, his love, he could never meet.

I used to strongly believe that you could never know too much
That no matter how dangerous a piece of information, it was always wise to touch.

But then the pieces became jagged and the sharply broken pained to grasp
And I suddenly was struck with the realization that nothing ever lasts.

These delicate little pieces of information I once so coyly sought out
Were now being traced as the infectious seed that caused this very drought.

No more smiles or rainbows, the red curtain has now been drawn
Or perhaps a curtain has lifted and I can see all the goings on.

And the scene isn't pretty. Whichever way you wish to look.
The sun was much brighter, when I skipped pages in this book.

But now that I've read into all there is and know just a tad too much
The facade is broken, and the glass pieces hurt to touch.

At the ripe young age of twenty, take or give a couple days
I've learned that ignorance is bliss and to never stare fully at the grey.

Tactfully draw the line where white meets black.
And never too closely analyze the grey.

For you may find out too much.


And it will steal your happiness away.

Our world is slowly dying away
The past has been left in the grey
We, who lived, in ancient times
We are those left behind

Standing in ruins wanting revenge
Soon our time will come
And the rules of the world become unhinged

We’re from a kingdom so noble
Of gods and dragons
All bowed before the king, so humble

But now those days are long gone
Anger festering inside our bones
Our resolve will never wane
In time we will reclaim

Gather up the armies of the old world
We will march
Upon the world of men for pain untold

Days long past of ancient honor
Where is it now?
For our kind, all I see is horror

Our time is close to stand as a noble
Ramifications of this will be global
At last you will know and trust
Mankind will bow before us

The old world shall become new
If we all unite
The grey skies will become blue

It’s our chance to bring man down
Down to their level
And then a new king will be crowned

Assemble the crown and dust the throne
Finally build ourselves a new home
Bond the tribes and entrust the ******
Time to put us beasts before man

I was sitting with you.
Edging the parking structure,
you told me that when you were young
you would lose your shoes and run away
here.

You danced atop the concrete slab,
and I wondered if I could jump
to the next building, if I tried.

I remember telling you about scents that night.
How everybody had one.
How they usually smelled like their families.
How your house always smelled sweet.

I remember saying that when I went into your house
for the very first time,
I could taste the cinnamon in the air,
as if your mother made cakes
for birthdays and Christmas
and coming homes and going aways.

I remember asking you what my scent was.
You said that I didn't smell like anything, really

and I thought that maybe you hadn't understood,
but now I figure you did.
You were probably trying to say,
in your cryptic way, quoting your own poetry,
that I didn't have a family to smell like.

I just wonder when, exactly
for me at least,
you started smelling like salvation.

moon light shined off the irisis of her eyes,
creating the tides,
she brung in the waves
that once use to wash up upon your heart;
soaking up the sea foam
from within your veins,
the esquisite lining
around every tear drop
that had fallen into the ocean,
reached your soul;
they cried out, the pain,
the heart ache, the sorrow,
you felt it, you felt it all;
you then knew,
she was apart of you, again

Who am I?
I'm a dreamer. I'm hopeful. I'm a bag of bones interconected with emotions, through my veins runs as much excitement as blood.

I am messy hair, small eyes and steady hands and my hair is as wild as me, and my small eyes catch all the  beauty hidden in the corners, and my steady hands become an earthquake when I'm about to be kissed.

I'm in my twenties. I'm a teenager in matters of love and I'm a grandma when taking care of my friends. I'm a beast when it comes to fighting and I'm the weakest when it comes to crying. I feel too much and show too little.

I'm a daughter, a sister and a friend. I'm worried. I'm anxious. I'm happy. I'm a rave as much as I'm a book and coffee. I talk until my voice fades but my mouth is a tomb for secrets.

I'm a writer and a reader. I'm a dancing machine and a shower singer.

I'm raising an eyebrow when I don't believe you. I'm a random kiss on the shoulder when I love you. I'm cafuné when I care for you.

I'm optimistic. I'm cautious. I'm becoming what I always wanted to be. I'm strongheaded and lighthearted. I'm in constant wait for the world to show me this is not it and fairytale endings exist.