They come and go,
every time.

They are beautiful, with unimaginable pulchritude.
But lies upon lies upon lies!

The accumalation,
is just
too much.

So you let them go, you let them fall,
like the petals
of a sakura.

The infectious laugh
of a young man
who brings cheer to all
without notice.

If I defy
the word, rather,
the lies
of my superior,
my opinion is defined as
politically incorrect.

i'm kinda over
your love, it's mediocre,
not quite adoration,
maybe just platonic.
that's alright, though,
because i've always been
my own lover.

I have deduced the words
of every person I have encountered
to find the true meaning.
I have read words upon words
accompanied by the smell of old parchment
and even older words.
I have written letters until a page was crammed full.
It would be an understatement
if I said I was eloquently spoken.

I cary emotions
deep in my soul
where no one cares venture,
not even me.

Alas, it's tiring,
keeping all this sadness,
this remorse,
this love
buried deep down.

It's a shame,
really,
that I cannot share these feelings.

At this point,
it's like heavy luggage,
always and never on my mind.

you can look at poetry
with a logical eye,
but you would miss
the message
with lack of wisdom.

You place your blade
in flames,
letting them like your weapon
send white heat across the core.
Pressing it to your skin,
the steel burns a scar to your arm
as a symbol of victory
in the time of war.

As a poet, I can confirm,
I can assure you, we know the words.
We can shape water with our minds
and speak of what we were.
We can crystallize our wonders,
we can make them seen.
It needn't still be
no more than a dream.
This is my confession,
my work here is done.
It was once my obsession;
now it is gone.

you kind of remind me of a turtle's shell.
you're colourful,
strong,
and you've always got my back.

In a game of charades
I am the jack of all trades,
that is, unless,
I were to have my own name.

"Well, my friend, tell me. Am I human?"

"I must offer you my candor and admit that I truly don't know."

The slurs may have been passed about
so easily from a pair of malicious lips
to another, but ours did not quiver.

She loved me,
and we had so much in common
because we loved what we were;
girls.

Don't let fear stop you.

Don't let them stop you.

Don't let yourself stop you.

i'm tired,
so tired
all the time.
                                            i'm carrying a wrecking ball
                                            behind my back
                                            like it won't **** my spine.
a mask won't do,
now will it?
                                           you're too smart
                                           to fall for that trick.
a facade won't do
but will you stay
if i show you?

you don't gotta love yourself
before loving someone else,
but whether or not you do love yourself
will change your way of changing others.

A school,
engulfed by many pure,
untouched, untainted
by lust.

And those
who have indulged
have discovered the epitome
of love.
Alas, after it all,
they knew the loss
of their virginity.

On the brink of tears,
it's nearly here;
The end of it all,
it's in my palm;
Metal on my fingers,
I'll pull the trigger;
Will I go blissfully,
will anyone miss me?
Only time will tell,
so I bid you farewell;
Now is my time,
I will finally die.

a stabbing
a burning bubble in your chest
your heart fell to your stomach
and your vision is blurred

t'is the sensation, the desperation, of anxiety.

the dragonfly treads lightly
on pure waters,
its body a brilliant indigo
on an azure blue lake.

Can I trust you?

No, nevermind,
what an absurd question,
wasn't it?

Of course not.

We're all human here,
right?

Then I obviously cannot!

Humans are greedy,
and always hide something
whether it's yours
or theirs.

The fire you kindle within me,
lover mine,
whether you laugh or cry ile,
is a love that came early
travelling with dawn.

You don't break a sweat
unless you're running from your problems.
You do not clean
unless you sweep your guilt under the rug.
You do not bathe
unless you procrastinate.
You do not sleep
unless there is too much to bear.

The river lies,
but it is kind.
It will carry you swiftly,
carefully,
peacefully,
before submerging you
into utter chaos.

I tried to explore
what was beyond this world.
I made tracks
made only of wax.
Steps and steps
made of wax, not wicks.
Alas, it was all in vain,
destroyed not by wind or rain.
As I got close to the sky,
I swear I could fly,
until the sun melted my path;
it was the repeated aftermath.

Hum a song like a bee,
no matter what they say.

His fingers caress skin like ivory,
tracing circles upon my back.
His touch, it has become languid,
yet it makes me feel beyond zealous.

Renew the book,
you know, my favourite one.
I absolutely must read it again.

your heart turns,
not because of pumping blood,
but because your heart has cogs and springs
that turn with a click
to keep you alive.

Hope is the only thing
stronger than fear,
but the only thing stronger than hope
is doubt.

I could tell you one big truth
- I love you -
before an even bigger lie.

I could tell you one devastating lie
- I will stay -
before an even more devastating truth.

you frequent the cotton field,
letting calloused, bare feet
feel the softness, like wool
and let the stream
tickle your toes.

I am a woman;
we are gracious,
even with the difficulties.

If this is all just a dream,
together, you and me,
something that could never be.

You were so out of my league,
I don't know what to believe,
if I am in a dream,
don't wake me.

You will only accept my words
if I am on my knees, inferior,
while you stand on your feet, superior,
looking down upon me.

red hair
white dress
she ran, ran as fast as she could
to the willow on the hill
that stood atop of an ocean of daisies.

With every ***** and every stitch,
you've embroidered my red string of fate
deep into my skin.

years ago,
it was,
that i tipped the hourglass.

and for years now,
i've been reminded of how lonely I am
because of an infinite waterfall
of sand.

my mother always told me,
"trust no-one".
i never took her word as gospel,
even after i was used.
when i was betrayed,
however,
i knew to hide my secrets,
because i had no more trust
to spare.

I'll deny it,
I really will!
Still, you can't hide me
from the adrenaline,
the thrill.

So don't even try,
you're wasting your time!
Just wait and see,
you'll understand why.

You speak only words of pessimism,
a clear mind of prosperity
and optimism
unfamiliar to you.

I was no longer thriving,
I was miserable.
It was time
for a differing adventure.
And so, impatient,
filled to the brim with gaiety,
I told you.
You acknowledged
my decision,
but will you leave
as I walk an unknown path
of obscurity?
Will you stay, support me,
love me?
Or will you leave?