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

you were too easy to break,
you didn't put up much of a fight,
i intimidated you quickly
and you shattered, like ceramic.

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.

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.

I am aware of how agonizing
this must be for you, sir,
but the truth is often vexing.
Thus, I will show you only candor
and tell you of the pain that is to come,
if you will listen and admit acceptance.

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.

The sky was tainted with the colours of dawn,
the sun rising slowly, but surely,
to meet with the sky of pink, orange and blue.
A breeze swept the leaves, ever verdant and green,
as the monarch butterfly
pulled the sun into the sky.

I'm not allowed to love you,
but that's alright,
because if I can be your friend,
I may still enjoy your presence.

She poured the wine
Into my glass
We played the record
And danced full throttle
She picked up the violin
And played so beautifully
I knew I loved her
My dear Eileen.

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.

The gaiety
as you show me
your soul.

I once knew a man, he was wealthy,
he had taste and class.
He might as well have worked for an auction,
because every time he stole someone's soul
in return for a favour, he exclaimed
"Sold!"

His name, you ask?

Lucifer. I'm sure you've encountered him.

The longest day of the year,
can I handle it?
Will I survive,
decaying in reality,
for so long?

She'll keep me from drowning,
she'll save me from my demise,
she is my guardian, my saviour
in my eyes.

The debate of whether or not
our universe holds secrets, other dimensions,
carries on to this day.
But people can be truly oblivious, don't you think?
There's a different dimension in every word, every sonnet,
every story.
All the bookshelves collecting dust
hold thousands upon thousands
of different worlds.

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.

Don't let fear stop you.

Don't let them stop you.

Don't let yourself stop you.

When in love,
you will notice
that you do not rise
like a brilliant sun
or a victorious knight.
When in love,
you will notice
that you fall.
It isn't the fall that kills you,
though,
it's the landing.
When in love,
you won't notice
whether it's warmth and comfort
or pain and hurt
until you are no longer falling.

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

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

There are phases in your life,
a constant change on the daily,
and by night
the moon shifts with you
in all of its glorious phases.

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

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.

A miniscule slit in my wrist,
a sufficient amount for just a
teardrop of blood
to fall on the parchment
as I sign a blood-binding bond
in crimson ink.

I couldn't quite believe
what I had become in that moment,
but it happened
without remorse.

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

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

When I am happy,
ready to combust, overfilled with joy,
I am reminded of how the sky is blue,
the grass is green,
and my merriment seems bright.
Yellow, perhaps, like the sun.
A charisma painted yellow,
so pure and so mellow,
I cannot resist, I must indulge.

I used to be afraid of failure,
not because I feared disappointing myself,
but because I feared the opinion of others.

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.

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.

I surrendered
my mind,
my body,
my soul
to you
only to have you
break me.

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.

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.

I write to dissipate
my frustrations,
my sorrow,
my hurt.
In every little poem,
there is a message
that only a certain someone
could decipher.

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

You really gave me hope,
just a glimpse,
but then I opened my eyes
and realized it was lies.

I shall let this liquor
smite the doubt
kindled in my body.

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.

If you would like to decipher
the meaning of mankind's actions,
watch how they treat their inferiors,
the people that are meant to stand beneath them;
do not bother looking
at how they treat their equals.

The delicate petals
of a poppy field
fall like the lives
of children
in Yemen.

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.

I stare at every crease,
every name on the map,
waiting for the opportunity
to begin my research
in history.