He has forest trees caught
on flames below his elbows.
And my hands can feel the
heat and smoke. But I wouldn't
mind putting out his fire with
the tears that are falling from
my brown eyes. I wouldn't mind putting out his flames with the wetness between my thighs. I wouldn't mind putting out his
flames with my mouth and
tongue* ~

an empty bottle took the pain
took my mind and brought
the rain.

took my sins and my heart within
the brokenness is creeping in
feel it drown and wash me dry
can see the emptiness in my eyes

what is pain?
what is sin?

together, they play hand-in-hand
until they win.

Does it matter that I exist?
Somewhere beyond hope,
Where the air hangs thin.

Does it matter? When I hide myself
behind a mask
and that mask
inside a box
and that box in a shadow
too dark to be found,
Or noticed?

Does it matter that I wait
a torn canvas in the rain?
Waiting for the brush to hit home and hit hard.
So numb I forget to feel the pain.

Does it matter? When the wounds have healed and you’ve moved on.
But the scars remain.
Name forgotten,
I don’t have to pretend.
The cracked eyes and whisky smile hide who I am.

Dedication to hello poetry..
Feel your emotions,
Live true your passions,
I will give My whole life to you
I believe that you're my talent station
To you I offer every best of my letters
I believe that you will value it.

I want to share my whole of my creativity with you,
For me to show that my talent is true
I want to hold you in my words
And show to everyone here is also a new life.                  
what a beautiful life is this....to be continued...

O golden guardian!
O sun above!
Guide me through
this darkest night.
I’ll trust in you
to shine your light.
Send me just one brilliant ray
and through this challenge I’ll never fall astray.
Burn the prize
into my eyes
and send me forth
on the path of radiance.

I think to be thoughtful
I speak to be heard
I write to decipher
The truth in my words.

I smiled to ensnare you
I laughed to secure
You slipped through the trap
That I built to procure

I kissed to consume you
I hugged to enfold
My arms close on nothing
You're no where to hold

I writhed to entrance you
I clutched you to keep*
Now the place where I hold you
Resides in my dreams.

I write so you'll read this
My hand pens the truth
All that I've written,
I've written for you.

There will be no roses on my grave
I do not want the red to mark where I lay
No people will mourn my life gone away
All the animals will retreat to the cave

People should cry at this untimely death
But no need to make so many trips
Because I just want to part my lips
And speak all the words that I once kept

There will be no fancy funeral
The coffin will shape who I am
I want them to remember who I was when
I didn't believe the race was so futile

So there will be no roses on my grave
Instead lay down lilacs
So every spring my scent will come back
And it will remind only you to be brave

I thought I've felt love,
but in reality the only love
I've known is the soft kisses
the bottle of alcohol has left
against my dry lips and
the sheets that hold my
tired and lonesome body at night.
The morning hangovers
remind me I'm the boy
who is destined to be
alone.
-o.b