I wish I could decipher you
insufficient explanation construed
words may fail and logic falter,
the account I'd never alter

a beautiful culmination
purposed, intricate summation
as poetic as a psalter,
the account I'd never alter

transcendent, pleasant mystery
exquisite, written history
content, soaring past the vaulter
the account I'd never alter

I wish I could decipher you
the account I'd never alter

-
And it wasn’t nearly reality enough,
    So I skimmed this water of bone
Hoping that the blood beneath
    my fingers would only be temporary.

    

        But you can’t promise on broken love,
    Could you believe me when I say I’ve known.
        Lie behind your cheap lips and teeth
    Cross your heart and hope to die yet on the contrary.


Your empty threats of wishing to **** me,
    But darling I’m already dead.
You can hope on deeds of darkness but not anymore,
    It’s such a shame a poet must draw her scythe.


        So take a deep breath dear, inhale slowly,
    And don’t worry there’s nothing wrong with just a taste instead.
        I can’t help but smile as the ashes flood the floor,
    Such a beautiful way to die, letting a poet take your life.


Tonight she sleeps with the lions and like before,
    Dark as it may be she laughs when one offers her light.
“I sleep with demons roaming my skin,”
        “Beg your pardon I don’t need this pity.”


            And the truth was not a sin, she really had to pay for.
        A century of this and that really left without a fight.
    I haven’t decided on which degree of hate I let out and in,
But tell you what I digress this country and this rotten city.


    Mistake me for a witch, and how many friends will I lose?
I can hardly tell with all this nihility I now hold dear to me.
    Keeping words on chains, imprison me why not.
A bucket of silver is all I hold in my eyes.


    And keep the hounds in hell dear,
            Just let me say you are quite lovely,
    What can you teach me, what have you taught?
        Beware of the silver in the bucket child...
                      

Beware the poets eyes.
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In the books, I have read from there are stories I've fed on where the sky's not the limit because you're soaring above it and the heavens open wide to let the pilgrims inside and the page turns again.

A chapter or two of laughter and through to the serious stuff where the murders ensue and the victims bleed through to the next page and in each page I shall meet, every sheet that has covered until the death is discovered and the pipe smoking detective pulls a grimace and says,
'this one's seen better days take him away'
and he then does a study of those who would study the ****** corpse.

When the night blinds me, day takes me into and in through the electron microscope and if I think there's a chance to escape and see my way out of here the lights fall full on me, a slide under scrutiny, I am tried and convicted by the end of the book.

Every book in its time has taken the time to speak to me, roughly or eloquently and in the speaking I've found higher ground, a view with a will and one that might **** but I have to read just one more before I'm Swallowed by Amazons on a far distant shore,
to demystify the lie and seek out the truth lies within each slim volume and I consume them all.

But I do.
I feel the same way and God ******, I want to tell you.
But how would you feel about that?
Would you think that I'm saying it just to soothe your fears and vulnerability?
Would you think that I'm being sympathetic and saying it out of guilt?
I'm not.
I promise.
I love you.

I am a fighter,
unbreakable under their taunts.

I  am an optimist,
seeing that life is not a series of misfortunes.

I am pacifist,
looking for love rather than conflict.

Life is what you make of it,
don't make it bad,
in perception or action,
we can all change it,
together.

i feel you
in the valleys of my fingerprints.
i feel you
in the tissues of my lungs.
i feel you
in every wrinkle on my face,
in the back of my mind,
in the atriums of my heart,
in the pit of my stomach.
i feel you everywhere,
all over me.
you own a body, your mind doesn't even call home.
you occupy a heart yours is incapable of loving.
you overwhelm thoughts incapable of thinking about loving anyone except you.
i feel you,
but i haven't touched you in months.

Meeting you
is a sudden
alteration
of this
familiar,
overused
palette;
a complete shift,
a dreamer's flight
from
all
that
is
home…
Into the welcome
unknown.
Forgive this
night-thinker
for incompetence.
All that you are,
is all that
is new
to me.
The promise
of
the morrow;
daybreak upon
the horizon.
Your gaze is
sunlight,
your presence is
warmth,
but from which
I need not
shy away.
This time,
I ask,
will you stay
with me?

I see him like he's the night sky,
with little galaxies hidden inside his green eyes,
and bright stars embedded under every freckle.
when daylight comes it flashes across his face like a bright smile,
with clouds of deep purple, enigmatic thoughts
i wish i could get lost in.
I've seen curiosity dance in the creases of his lips,
i've touched the laughter that sleeps in the dimples that frame his smile.
To others maybe we're unconventionally pretty,
but i see him as a full ocean when he sees himself as a wave in someone else's.

I am happy because I am lucky,
because I see the beauty of the world,
because I have hope,
because I don't give up,
because for all the bad there is good to compensate.
I am happy because I love myself,
I constantly try to improve myself,
to improve the world around me.