it stands high above
proud of its shine
everyone is enchanted
by the silver-light

they write poems
sing songs
and proclaim
how romantic she is

oh what a lovely scenery
of the moon upon the
paris skyline
oh how beautiful is the moon!

sure its majesty
is some thing to behald
the contrast between night
and light

but one must always remember
that the moon shines
because the sun
lends its light

and all of the stars bleed
for the longing
of you and me

I love her.
No not ******* worldly,
But softly, purely , celestially.
Obsessively?
Not necessarily, just completely,
selfishly and I'm sorry.
I love her unconditionally, some say unconventionally.
But they don't understand me.
Yes...I love her.
Most spiritually, asexually, platonically and wholly.
I love her, truly, honestly, musically and poetically...
She doesn't have to love me.

Heart pounding
Arms pumping
Adrenaline rushing
Breathing rushing
Legs rushing
I'm rushing
Away from all that ever
Was
Is
And will be

A brisk pace set makes my heart beat so fast
The thrill of the run means I feel no pain
With every step onward, strong as the last
I'm lost in my head with the drops of the rain
Wet as the puddles my feet slip into
I glide through the air, floating on pride
The prints in the ground show where I've been through
The grin on my face shows where in my mind
I love the feeling you get on a run
When nothing else matters but what you see
The sights I notice before I am done
The feeling of such raw intensity
The passion inside burns the creator
But I save its hot embers for extinguishing later

The sweetest of words escape your lips and leave me breathless.
Butterflies flutter inside,
fill day dreams with your static covered voice,
So smooth and masculine.

Never have I been so drawn to the corners of another's mind,
wanting to fill myself into the creaks of your heartache.
I could heal you....
shower you in affection and adoration.

Your brilliance captivates me,
leaving me wanting more.
I'm to caught up in what ifs...
What lingers between that I can't confess,
is that I'm afraid,
I could get completely lost in you.

icarus soared above them all,
wings spread, ready for the world
that had been denied him,
and had been denied them all.

he crossed the clouds and the stars,
crossed the skies and seas,
he'd achieved a bliss thought reserved for the gods,
and then he fell.

i write haikus for
a girl who probably won't
read any of them.

I've got a sandpaper face,
Burned, calloused hands,
And a stone for a heart.

You speak in velvet,
You write in cursive,
And there's butter in your chest.


You will soften me;
I will harden you.