I see the darkness of the world
in my reflection
a devil in each iris, fire in each pupil
and every intention
I have had in my possession
has been cruel
has been kind
has been fuel
to burn and bind
and every breath of mine
gives to take
takes to live
lives to ache
for twenty years i have hung upon the stake
asking heaven why my creation
is
Perhaps it is His infatuation
with watching unbuilt castles slide
off cliffs into the sea,
swallowed by the tide
of what I'll never be

The clouds so light,
                            So fluffy
                                    So bright
There is no wrong
Nor is there a right.
                            So delicate
                                    So clean
Hues of blue
Accompanied by earths green.
                            They change
                                    They drift
Colors in shades
Colors that shift.
                            So slow
                                   So fast
Soon they must leave
This beautiful past.

this escapes me like the sigh escapes through the
teeth, feeling lucky to have been breathed
so it can graze lips
and finally d i  s    p       e            r                     s                                      e

into
the
                                                                ­                     e
            at                        s                        ­    
                  mo                                r
      ­                                           phe

and, i swear
nobody could have
                      saved her
that day, she was a victim
    to graffiti and
       road signs.

you* are my daisy
by the c h a i n l i n k
fence.

We've come from different places
With bruises on our backs,
And found comfort in the places
Of all the things we lack.
We're okay with how we're feeling,
No we're not turning back.
Because all your imperfections
I secretly wish I had.
You're a rare flower in the forest
I found one perfect day,
And I'm not showing anyone
Because I'm scared to death you'll stray.
Your interests are an art to me.
We tend to share the same.
But I never wanna change your mind,
This is most definitely not a game.
I hope that you instill in me
The things I love in you.
Bless you for being honest..
So genuine,
So kind.
Feel free to share all your thoughts,
Because I honestly don't mind.
Your voice will never grow weary,
And your touch will never come rough.
Just stay near, my dear 
And we'll tackle it head on when it gets rough.
And if our minds change
On some strange winter day,
Have faith that we'll find happiness
Because we both deserve to be okay.