My lips call your name
with no instruction to do so
my tongue whispers the words
I didn’t want you to know

love, love, love
that four-letter word
the one that came so quick
that I hope you hadn’t heart

“What”, she says quickly
is it out of her not hearing,
or hearing and protesting?
it is the latter I’m fearing

“Oh no, nothing, nothing”
I so quickly, so sadly utter
“I love you too” she speaks.
my heart is instantly butter

If you’re beautiful, they’ll deliver their hearts
in prompt, primped, boxes with bright bows
if you are plain, with a heart of gold
you’ll only be given a life of juxtapose

everyone squanders their love on the few
who will never reciprocate the same sentiment
they will only fall for those other beautiful people
who’s hearts only intent is that of malcontent

with some in love with the feeling of lust
and some lusting for the feeling of love
millions of lonely people sitting alone
waiting for just one person to rise above

love may be blind but lovers are not
if only they could see what shines inside
we could end the heartbreak and heartache
two soul mates, hand in hand, and side by side

Fate be my guide.
Night be my cover.
Awe be my eyes .
And luck be my lover.

Hair like mint
lips like lust
cries like thunder
with every ******

Eyes like diamonds
heart like coal
but I fell in love
with her phoenix soul

her body like grace
transcends from above
the light to my life
with a lust like love

I am my own biggest critic
second thoughts; parasitic
with eyes harshly analytic
leave my hand paralytic

my pen has become sedentary
words won’t come as necessary
what used to be so elementary
no longer comes as secondary

I read and re-read obsessively
I write and re-write aggressively
until a poem forms progressively
until a poem forms successfully

no matter how often you fornicate
or all the positions that you create
he'll never be able to assimilate
the way that I used to stimulate

no matter the manuals he reads
he never plows when he sows his seeds
he'll never complete those ***** deeds
that your body so desperately needs

no matter all the skills you process
he'll always fail to impress
every time you two try to undress
it will be my name that you profess

I suppose this is how the story goes
from mussed hair to your curled toes
from present skin and your absent clothes
this isn't poetry, this is strictly prose

it serves only practice and purpose
it is both malice and your bliss
with each well placed callous kiss
we both slide further toward abyss

bite and scratch like the animals we are
passion burns like the brightest star
but all fire will be reduced to char
I'm not a savior, but another scar

Watching homemade ******
from a girl I used to date
for whom I've lost affection
now all I feel is hate

I know it's not my place
I don't have the right
to wonder where she is
or where she spent her night

I hope he's treating her well
better then I could mange
I hope he compliments her
and won't take advantage

it's not that I'm jealous,
well, truth be told, that's a lie
but it's more I want to protect her
make sure she's with stand up guy

so maybe I don't hate her
perhaps it's quite the opposite
but we still have one thing in common
we're both tired of my ****

I want to taste your anger, your fear, your worries
your lies, your cries, your demise
I wanna taste your heart, your skin,
your thighs thighs thighs
those black skies in your blue, blue eyes

I want to make you sweat sweat sweat
I’ll spend your soul and send you the debt
a girl out in the rain, soaking wet

I want to ruin your form,
your reason for being,
freeing all that’s screaming.
under that skin skin skin.
sin sin sin.

Going out and coming in,
going out and coming in.

I’ll be your debt your death,
your bet your breath.
I’ll be your debt you death,
Your bet you breathe.

If you only let me be.
Let me see. Let me see.
We could be, we could be.
Quite the catastrophe

******* by my repose
confined in these here clothes
why I’m here who honestly knows
perhaps to keep you on your toes

most likely to keep me on mine
involuntary impulses through my spine
to jolt my idle body back into line
a puppet posed to play fine

I will sever these said stings
so I may move on to grander things
move where love rarely stings
and the sky and moon often sings

I want to bite
the buttons off your blouse
like an earthquake
I'm shaking up your house

I'm here to make you move
I'm here to make you tremble
to watch your moral fiber
strand by strand disassemble

I'll be your regret
I’ll be your desire
I'll make you forget
I'll make you perspire

I'll make you weak in the knees
for weeks at time
I'll ****** you ever so slowly
rhyme after rhyme

I know that you are cross with me
but you've no right to crucify
to stab me with the sharpest of wit
and hang me here to dry

who made you the patron saint
to accuse me of such sins
we are the same person
set in different skins

so if you plan to destroy me
and all that I've became
then go ahead and turn the knife
unto yourself and do the same

We never wanted to write a love story
we never needed a romantic allegory
it wasn't any grandiose revelation
but rather a gradual flirtation
not a tale of love, but lust
not a matter of thought, but ******

and on that fact we were content
nothing more intended, nothing more meant
but then why do you stare with lingering eyes
and I find myself swooning over your thighs
and why does this loneliness keep
when night after night in my arms you sleep
how do I manage to stay so cold
when you are here inside my hold

but we suppressed all that kindling
and in turn found our passion dwindling
we began to find hate in it's place
for we had grown tired of this chase
“How could you not act on this feeling?”
we thought of each other, eyes at the ceiling
and we go to sleep, for another day
side by side, but worlds away

The world seems so daunting
In the eyes of a wounded boy
sifting through the sea of girls
some will love and some will toy

more then many will be latter
this fact being known far too well
yet it does not derive the sting
it will never sooth the hell

But boys are born adventurers
and raised to be heroes and knights
we would die to be your superman
and not just another zero in tights

smiles from those angelic eyes
are the only reward we’d ever need
we’d defeat any villain or nightmare
we’ll be your knight on his trusty steed

The world seems so daunting
But we would take it on for you
sifting through a sea of girls,
Your name alone shines through

I miss the ear lobes between my teeth
nibbling ever so gently
I miss the music in my eager ears
From the tapes you had lent me

I miss you nose pressed close to mine
tickling ever so slightly
I miss the bed we made and destroyed
with our rustling, nightly

I miss your eyes staring into mine
they were glowing gold
I miss those Sundays we’d talk
about us growing old

I’ll miss it until the day that I pass
I won’t ever forget
a single second that we have spent
Since the day we met

I want to taste your skin painted peach
I want to kiss where the sun doesn't reach
not for the express intention of breech
but to reach, teach, and make you screech

you're eyes are as big as the sea
they have a habit of engulfing me
as do your legs, bent at the knee
entanglement has never felt so free

your lips too, grab me in their caress
fondly fit inside their finesse
your sweet words in my ears, fluoresce
your love causing my heart to iridesce

I want to taste your skin painted peach
I want to kiss where the sun doesn't reach
not for the express intention of breech
but to reach, teach, and make you screech

oh how love feels when it's right
oh how her eyes shine in the light
under those stars shining bright
as we proceed through the night

with every kiss I am speechless
unable to say how wonderful each is
like warm summers on cool beaches
or a bite from the freshest of peaches

The space between the stars and the earth
with creatures that never adapted to flight
left looking out into the ever expansive skies
all mystified, but still quite contrite

We made machines to take us to the air
and then commercialized the thought
all the dreams of wings and wonder
is still dreamer talk all said for naught

still I stare at the star stained stratosphere
hoping one day that we might meet
With the stars surrounding my eyes
And the clouds planted at our feet

A hint of strawberry on your skin
the sent soaked into its softness
my body is forever willing
but my heart has grown cautious

But I find myself falling again
It’s growing hard to resist
or noses circle one another
until our lips defiantly kissed

I had came as no surprise
for our lips built electricity
and grew attracted to each other
they came together by gravity

my blood rushes like flood gates open
smiles spread like wings on a dove
and before I know of what’s occurred
I find myself falling in love

Subdued and seduced by sounds so sultry
floating with fantastic phonetic finesse
vibrant voices vehicled via visages
the magical message making me a mess

each seconds surrenders me speechless
praying for the process of progress
kissing, caressing, conspire in concision
affection and adoration an admirable ambition

Subdued and seduced by sounds so sultry
floating with fantastic phonetic finesse
vibrant voices vehicled via visages
the magical message making me a mess

beautiful belles becoming begrime
rendered ready by my written rhyme
won with wonderfully whispered wit
foment flattery in a fanatic fit

Subdued and seduced by sounds so sultry
floating with fantastic phonetic finesse
vibrant voices vehicled via visages
the magical message making me a mess

You play love like a game
with an air of pretension
you have a real name
you'll never have mentioned

you made a new one your own
to show your quirky and creative
but you're not, you sit on your thrown
shallow and systematically sedated

you smoke each trendy cigarette
and drink your **** poor beer
you are nothing more than a marionette
with all those guidelines to which you adhere

so cut the strings, cut the strings
you little puppet on your pulpit
there is beauty in other things
beside your pretentious *******

Where on earth do I begin
in this, my ten-page apology
I have messed up everything
because what’s most messed up, is me

I apologize to the hearts I stole
in an attempt to fix my own
but it was always to no avail
for I still feel so alone

Page by page is now filled
describing this **** disposition
because this bud of heart
won’t seem to reach fruition

here it is, a ten-page apology
written, read, and signed
then burnt to little ashes
to get the thought off my mind

the ashes and embers float off
as I drift away to stolen sleep
no one will read the things I’ve done
or those apologies I choose to keep

I came to know you so well
your voice, every nuance
I knew every part of your being
I knew you better then you ever could

I would say things knowing your response
before it even passed your lips
sometimes I would mouth the words
along in sync with you

sometimes I would anticipate
your rebuttal as we fought
I would realize you were right
and stop in mid-sentence with apologies

I would day dream about you
down to the way your hair curled
wrapping it's arms around your face
as my fingers wish they could

but now that you're gone
a part of you still remains
the you that I have constructed
over the late nights and longing

that girl still loves me
that girl still says my name
like honey gently gliding over her lips
and turning into neon lights as it meets the air

that girl still loves me
she holds my hands when I cry
she makes me smile in spite of sorrow
she is the one I reach for in my sleep

but she grows more antiquated
every day that I am reminded you are gone
not because I don't love her
but because I know I shouldn't

Because I know you don't love
the boy still in your head
you have pushed him out and away
never to burden your heart again

maybe in some spiritual sub-world
where we share a subconscious
the emulations that we have created
will be able to live in love

I asked you if you still loved me
you said of that you aren’t sure
of all the feelings you have for me
I know the one to be the most pure

I can tell it in the way you speak
punctuating sentences with force
barring the romantic semantics
one word answers, delivered coarse

I’d like to apologize for my mistakes
and say I’m sorry to this day still
I’d like to say I understand, I know
but I don’t, and I never will

I have broken you so ruthlessly
I have given you a hurt so deep
I can’t forgive myself for this
nor blame you for the hate you keep

The blood pumps in catharsis
saying this is what heart is
this is spirit, this is soul
this is that all impending goal
What some strive but never achieve
what some have but never believe
the wish away upon the star
ways a way away so far
what the dreamers dream of
the one, the only, true love

The dreams are never what I need them to be
these eyes aren’t seeing what I need them to see
something reminiscent of the summer sunlight
when my heart was alive, in love, and beaming bright

but now the winter decay has set in my soul
a once blazing fire has been reduced to coal
so here I lay, wondering aloud to the ceiling,
“Will I always be entrapped inside this feeling?”

I stay awake watching the clock count away
slowly winding down until the hour, the day
when the sun settles into warmer skies
I’ll breathe it in with these weary eyes

I wish I could make you see yourself
they way I see you every single day
a glowing figure of absolute radiance
holding more luster than the milky way

I wish I could make you hear yourself
the way in which you meet my ears
with one word you hold all emotions
you speak to my joys, and my fears

I wish I could make you love yourself
in the way I adore, ever devout
don’t let them tell you you aren’t glorious
you are perfect, never have a single doubt

The words never connect in the way they were sent
the phrases never heard the way they were meant
the words always jumble and congeal
till the have lost all utterance of appeal

but still I will send each one.
hoping my trespasses might be undone
praying that they might be fully heard
For every emotion I present you a word

with each letter and every poem
I take a step closer to home
trust every promise to be true.
Like me, they were made for you.

I keep thinking about a girl
I only see when I dream
with eyes like electricity
and thighs colored cream

her thin hands are soft
and tend to catch mine
butterflies flutter so hard
they send shivers to my spine

her lips pressed against mine
and entire world is gone
speaking from the dead of night
until we see the break of dawn

In the dreams I see our future
a lovely life and a loving home
I wake with a start, I’m alone
I wake with a start, I’m alone

Sometimes I want to call you
and tell you that you were right
about so many of the things
that we said when we would fight

not to get you back
not even to make amends
not so we can be lovers
not so we can be friends

just to admit I was wrong

Sometimes I want to call you
and tell you that were wrong
about so many of the things
we fought about for so long

not to make us enemies
not drive you away
not to say that I was right
not to ruin your day

just to hear that you were wrong

maybe there is no wrong
maybe there is not right
maybe we knew that all along
things aren't so black and white

Those green eyes
that penetrate and burn
I’m instantly smitten
you think that I’d learn

nothing good ever comes
from a girl with beautiful eyes
they know how to deceive
and make me believe their lies

but the endorphins flow
my heart is racing away
maybe I’ll learn my lesson
but I won’t learn it today

Winter is full swing
but when I close my eyes
I see her and I in the grass
staring up at blue skies

“You look so peaceful.”
She gently giggles at me
“I just feel right, you know?
Like this is where I was meant to be.”

She turns and she pins me
quick as a whip
I wrap around her
and we flip and we flip

we come to rest
covered in loose grass
I smile at her
she smiles and then laughs

we stare for a moment
and she gives me a kiss
she pulls away slowly
while biting her lips

let the winter wash away
that horrible cold thing
so I can be reunited with you
two lovers in the spring

We wrote a story, you and I
In our skin and in the sky
With our lips and with our eyes
With our truths and with our lies

Skip the prelude and introduction
Start to strip **** with stark seduction
I love you written inside timid ears
I love you erased all teaming fears

You were all I wanted, all I needed
Hearts exalted, expectations exceeded
Now you’re all I crave, night and day
But along this road we lost our way

Have we more chapters to author
Or did we deliver all we’ve to offer
should we put our pens out of commission
As we reach the end of our fruition

a love we couldn’t put above our selves
Now writhes on rotting bookstore shelves
Deep in those hearts, hard and leather bound
There will be but this inscription found

we wrote a story, you and I
In our skin and in the sky
With our lips and with our eyes
With our truths and with our lies

You've always blamed me
and I've took it on most occasions
I've taken blame for our down fall
in it's many and vast variations

I've made you say all the things
that you've hated about me
uncensored and unabashed
as harsh as they maybe be

you've said you've hated me
and that's all you've felt as of late
you've called me a slew of names
but I want you to know what I hate

so you can call me an *******
call me a *******, a *****
but still, I feel the same
just as I did the day before

and that's what I hate most,
not you or the things you've said
but after all this, I still love you
and can't get you out of my head

The rest of our lives
seem so far away
where will we go
and where will we stay

when home grows old
and the city is breathing
when we pack all of our bags
and tell our parents we’re leaving

do we spend a couple grand
to get ourselves an education
do we settle into a job
or find a vibrant vocation

what do we want to be
when we are fully grown
a husband or wife
living in a lively home

or a traveler of the world
moving from town to town
never stay anywhere too long
and never settling down

what will become of us
in this life that awaits
I’ll close my eyes, and make a wish
and leave the rest up to the fates

I build my world in the night
to have it washed away in the day
all that I have said so far
is not a fraction of what I have to say

I sing away in twilight
just to see it break away by dawn
I slave away in the dark
and by the light it is all gone

But one day I’ll escape
from the out skirts to the town
where the people stay out
even when the sun goes down

and we build a life
that the sun could never bleach
we’ll build our towers
to places where only stars can reach

I want to be your temptation
the one to make your knees weak
I want to be your dangerous disaster
the sin that you still seek

I want to test your constitution
to see if you do what's right
or you give into your darkest desires
and come and spend the night


I want to be your bad habit
the one that you simply can't quit
I'll be your dammed desecration
the one you'll never omit