Can you blame me
For being a prisoner
Of my own illusion
When reality
Always cages me
With expectation

Can you blame me
For being an addict
To misery
When I know
Happiness was never
Written for me

Can't you see
How struggling I am
Trying to survive.

Just
Blame me.
Not

Little did you know
During our late night talks
I was gathering our words
Setting them to rhyme
Creating our love poems
Making you mine

Just because my words don't rhyme
Doesn't mean you can't be my poetry

Just because I can't find metaphors
Doesn't mean we're incompatible

Just because I lost My voice
Doesn't mean you should be a song left unsung

Just because I'm a ghost with a beating heart
Doesn't mean your reflection can't Shadow my trail

Can we weave , thread and tread together
Beauty sublime..
Build a universe with words

He's hell bound and I'm heaven sent
But
That doesn't mean we can't be intertwined
I'll kiss thy lips.
Haply some poison yet doth hang on them, To make me die with a restorative

Find me a pebble and be my Gentoo
We'll mate for life

Please don't make me
your time waster,
for I am not worthy
you have so much to taste.
You could have so much
more than me.
I wish you could see what I see
you have so much love to give
and you are wasting your chance to live.
You could be so happy
don't you understand?
Maybe we were
meant for another life
another land.
Time is ticking
minutes are fleeting
hours are speeding
weeks of bleeding
months of breathing
years of seething
you are needing.
I am not the person
you think I am,
you have placed me high upon a pedestal
I will only come down
in a great big slam.

Tranquil Aura

I did not find peace
I found passion
I am my own eclectic picture

And on gloomy days this is where
I find most peace
Contentment at its best in still skies
Quite clouds glide cooly through
A gray space enough to comfort tyranny's aftermath
A soft call echoes and flies off
Carrying away any worries
Though briefly, still appreciated
I am at peace

My heart desired tranquility
Some seeked  it in sacred places
For some like I, in solitude
I, in still air, left in awe by a summer day

For days when I
Feel..
It seems to be stuck in my mind
Tapping away at my conscience
With no way to escape
Trapped in the metal bars of my prison for thoughts with no freedom in sight
I sit and let the feeling consume my mind
But only this place sets me Free.

This place keeps a memoir of
Moods and madness
Enmity hidden within a pleasing smile..
"I was alone?"

I guess
I prefer to stand here
Alone...
Cold...
And draw pictures in the condensation
Gathered from my steaming breath
My melancholy is my older friend

In a rare moment of serenity
Its where I suddenly find myself
I've taken myself to a secluded place
It is where I feel alive..
I don't just become a Ghost With A Beating Heart
Imprisoned I was not
Within still loud silence, filled with dread
I quickly gasped for air
I think I've found my perfect world
It has unlocked my free abyss

Only a few understand this forth door
But this place has unlocked it.
My tranquil Aura.