I saw forever in your eyes. . .


                Then you closed them.

I guess I won that stupid fight of "I love you more."

I am a woman.
My bones are made of the hardest rocks,
my skin made of the finest silk.
My eyes are the brightest stars,
and I trap the biggest galaxies inside me.

I am a woman.
Like violent waves crashing on the peaceful shore,
my words can be beautiful and deadly.
I can help stitch your rough edges,
worn and frayed from the constant cruelty of the world.
Dare hurt me, I will pull the seams--
one by one, I will make you fall apart
and annihilate every fiber of your being
just as fast as I can build you up.

Do not fear me for I am a woman.
I love deeply,
with my heart forever trusting,
not scared to be hurt just to feel.
I am a woman,
and there is nothing --
nothing you can say or do
to stop me from becoming one.

there is a box
i am alone
dead inside
motionless

i figure that
this is only a dream
i am only dead


darkness swallows
me
into depths
i cannot see

i am confined
into the corners
of my own head

i try to run
but somehow i am
still trapped
stuck once more

i am a sinner of love.
what do i do? what do i do?
my shadows tell me
i cant escape too

my shadows keep
me as their prisoner
sell my soul
to be a slave of love
(b.d.s.)

I thought I was over you.
But I still check my messages at two in the morning,
hoping your name will magically appear.
Asking me how my day went,
how I spent my afternoon.
Telling me you missed me.
I'm hoping.
I don't know why, but I still am.

I'm hoping you'll come back,
say sorry that you left me hanging.
I'd probably say it's okay,
that I didn't mind.
That we were both busy at that time,
and didn't really notice the silence slowly devouring us.
But I did and it hurt.
It hurt a lot.
But that's okay because it's you.
I could never be mad at you.

I'll always come back to you.

I love you
I hate you
I want you
I want to **** you
I cry about you
I miss you
I need you

You're no longer in my life but...

I still love you

I was contemplating life
When it occurred to me
That nothing in our lives
Means as much as we

No matter good or bad
Or what it was we had
In time, it just becomes
Another memory

We instinctively move on
To new things we are drawn
And the happiness or hurt
Becomes for us, the key

That decides what we do next
And thus our life affects
As we progress from here to there
And so, defines what we shall be
BOEMS BY JA 105

my body haunts me
with the unwritten verses
of a starving poet

and my body tingles
with the emotions
of caged heart of fire

(b.d.s.)

I am learning to walk, just like you.

The bruises on my hands and feet are only there because of trips and falls;

where as one might stay down, I choose to try again.

Feeling guilty and worthless, it's hard to keep going the more I fall.

For it feels as if I'm opening up a closed wound, allowing it to fester and ache again in the dry air of the world.

I need to regain my balance once more.

Oh Lord please help me.

Your absence is nothing
but a reminder
of your missing presence.

A little note telling me
that you're never coming back.
A soft whisper in my ear,
fingers running through my hair,
burning lips on cold skin--
meticulously painting the night sky
in colors unknown to man.

It would have been beautiful,
this thing we used to have.
Except it's now gone,
and all that's left
are bitter hearts and sad poems.