I've kept my pen in a cage.
Trapped.
Not to come in contact with paper at any cost
Like trying to hide the everpresent moon from a werewolf
Like hiding all your ***** from the family alcoholic
No use
"Resistance is futile."
I wanted to ignore the truths that never fail to spill out the second ink kisses the pages of my journal.
I tried to avoid the impending epiphany
      No more.
               No more.
And thus begins the tragic telling of a story
I wish to be fiction.
A story my mind hid from me
No Hero
      No ever after
Only the end.

A new best friend, partner in crime,
Someone to make me laugh.
Another person to fill my time,
A brand new better half.

I didn't think we'd fit so well,
When we met 4 years ago,
But now you've got me under your spell,
And I'm happier than you know!

I know we can't be together,
But I'm proud to get just what I can,
Cause now there's no storm we can't weather
If we've got each other's hands.

We've only got a short time now
But it's plenty of time for you to show
And I'm ready to let you teach me how
To love, to live, to laugh, to grow.

There are no words for how you make me feel -
Not wholly happy nor is it all sad.
So Orphic, how do I know that you're real?
This ambivalence is driving me mad.
The hypophrenic habromania!
I can't define the sense that you inspire.
So I experience metanoia,
To feed my chaotic internal fire.
Panoptic, I see you entirely
And I'm entranced by everything in view
The shadow of your soul reflects in me
And beckons me to move nearer to you.
      No Epeolatry can spare my soul.
      This gap in lexicon engulfs me whole.

I’m falling hard and fast
Like rain in a hurricane
Like a sand storm in the desert
You cover every inch,
Creep into my every open crack
And fill me with
You: Adonis in Flesh, and
Hope and
Lust and
Why is it now, at the end,
Now, when things are about
To disintegrate
That my heart amends its mind
About you
About us
About me and maybe a man that can make life mean
Something
Again, something more,
Something miraculous
I’ll have to perform, constantly fearing that I won’t succeed
Because I only want what I want and
I want you.

She saw a poet under dark drenched skies
And, for a moment, danced a smile again.
The night of hair and storm in green-gray eyes--
The rising wind surrounds her in the rain.
With sweetest voice and power of the lark
She takes the steps, a bridge she does not know
Comes to her through the misted cover dark,
And footprints follow, leading her too slow.
The rain grows weak, yet washes all the sin
That time before us never locked away;
It's two more steps that pushes her within,
The bridge is left amidst its lonely sway.
    And mystery consumes her very soul;
    A priceless strength to which she paid the toll.

I saw her gliding smooth across the stone,
Letting the rain caress her porcelain skin.
Her green-grey eyes cast down, she was alone;
Her hair surrendering into the wind.
What did she seek? Where did she want to go?
I could not look away from her great bridge.
Her voice, I had to hear, her name to know.
I'd seen her. All that was no longer is.
Then suddenly she stopped and gazed at me,
Her storm cloud eyes piercing into my soul;
Opened her mouth as if to try and scream,
Unhinged her jaw, from there, swallowed me whole.
        There is no turning back, I have been caught.
        Against Goddess of Lust, my power's naught.