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

Once upon an August dusk,
I relished summer as the sun set
and a crescent moon took its place.

Hellacious fun,
not malicious, but mischievous
as our tricks bring annoyance,
we get a kick out of it.

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 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.

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.

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.

My mind, and all the knowledge and wisdom it holds.
My body, and all the scars of strength strewn across my skin.
My soul, and all the acceptance and love it holds.

I am at peace,
I am aligned
with all three crucial virtues;
you dare not show me your battle cry,
for I am a triple threat.

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

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

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

You create a spark
with the friction of your hand
against mine;
with the friction of your lips
against my own;
you kindle a fire
within me,
as though your fingertips
were flint and steel.

When my time comes
and I am to leave this life
for the one beyond,
do not bother letting my body
decay in a casket.
Please, allow me to be buried near the ocean,
and plant a lemon tree
above my heart.

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're sweet,
your soul dented
with every cruel poke
to your heart.
Yet, you remain so,
very so sweet.
Sort of like
honeycomb.

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

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.

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

Please,
assure me,
inform me,
is this really true?

How did
this happen, I ask?
How did I come here
from out of the blue?

How far
did I drift on the sea?
How fair did
I sail?

I cannot believe
that this is reality,
it feels to much
like a fairytale.

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

I want to go places,
somewhere,
anywhere else
other than my native land
where my secrets lay buried
in the soil,
for it has seen my best
and my worst.

The gruesome process
of saving the live of a human
on the brink of death
is challenging.

"What a miracle! I have been saved!"
they would say.

Correct,
you have been saved,
quite luckily.

However, it was no miracle
that saved you;
only concern and skill.

The clouds look like pigmented smoke,
magenta, navy, cyan and wine,
twilight is near and brisk breezes
bite my skin harshly.
And yet, my feet stay rooted in the field
cluttered with sunflowers that look to the sky,
their petals drifting in the wind,
creating a breathtaking contrast as they dance
among the stars.

I pluched a petal as white as a dove.
"She likes me," I exclaimed, a glint of hope
occupying my eyes.
Another dainty petal plucked.
"She likes me not," I pouted, my lips twitched
in disappointment.
The last petal plucked with the delicacy of silk.
"She likes me!" I smiled.
Oh, Marguerite, she must like me!
The daisy said so!

I'm rather agnostic,
I believe not that violence
is the essential way to win.
You're rather licentious,
no bounds, you're not grounded
and violence will be your ultimate defeat,
not your victory.
Nevertheless, you take your musket to the battlefield
while I wave my white flag with strength,
not surrender.

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?

An unlikely pair,
a ***** scent at the nape of your neck
as I pull you into an embrace;
you smell of spearmint and oranges.

People mourn the souls that have left
to encounter what lay beyond
in the afterlife.
Staring at a stone and soaking soil with tears
leaving their beloved with nothing but a grimace.
Foolish.
People should pity the living
who cope with society.
They should pity those
who live without love.

The flame that burns
the purest shade of silver
sends a shiver of euphoria
down my spine,
to my brain,
a tingle of excitement
surging through my veins.

It's a special something,
a rarity,
to find a soul as good
as yours.

Fear will consume any who remain vulnerable,
Eternal ****** in the presence of death,
An inevitable fate to all who call themselves human,
Reminds us to cherish the little and lots that we have,
Lest we choose greed over graciousness,
Endless envy over gratitude,
Senseless with sadness until one sees the light,
Something we could all discover.

An evolution of technology
has created a source of history,
information, questions
at your fingertips.

When technology and machines
begin to perish
will we thrive,
or suffer technical difficulties?

in every fable, every tale,
there will be a gatekeeper
to the treasure you seek.
a valiant hero
you may be
but pass through the gates,
you need not strength
but skill.
a sharp, quick mind
to answer the impossible riddle
that keeps you from what you need.

you have a peculiar, welcoming scent,
but your love is beautifully rough
like leather.

When you hear the word "*****",
do you think of the whistling melody of an instrument?
Or perhaps the rythm of a beating heart,
and the pattern of breathing lungs.

Your voice is smooth,
an angelic rumble of laughter,
a serenade of sweet nothings.

I don't know what to call this
sensation,
your voice like running water,
it must be an aphrodisiac.

you don't gotta paint the sun,
but it would be nice.

You told me you were terrified
of what was to come.
Well, if it is any solace to you,
I feel the same.

She was like a fox;

Shrewd,
a cunning look in her eyes.
Never malicious, but always quiet.
She avoided attention,
while her flaming hair never agreed.
She grinned, but was careful
not to show her gaiety.

She was like a fox;

A chaste huntress in plain sight.

Let us drink mead
before the army we lead!

Let us drink port
before we trample a field of lungwort!

Let us drink ale
before we hear the melody of the nightingale!

Let us drink,
soldiers,
to a battle we will win!

In a group of six men,
only one raises his blade to his heart
pledging loyalty, dedication,
one man.
One man, is that all
I can count on?

You are the light in a room
when the sun is absent
and the moon is hidden
behind drifting clouds.

I know what I saw,
what I felt,
it was dangerous,
mischievous.

So please,
I beg of you,
take my word as gospel
and hide from the shadows
that lurk within you.

With a cigarette in hand
and an unreadable face,
I leave my emotions to rust in the rain.

If I do not show any feelings,
I hoped I wouldn't be hurt,
but even then I was ostracized
because they said I was a machine.