These butterflies in my stomach will roam far and near
for my once trusted net has holes true, through and clear

My tongue has been tied so impossibly taught
by the black taints of secrets no force can un-knot

My mind will stay un-made so torn and confused
so now I may fall and join the abused

My soul has been shattered, the pieces are strewn
no one dare retrieve them for sharp edges are doomed

My heart, blessed be, the worst of them all has been broken and un-mended
no one cares to heal a heart so long forgotten and un-tended

His gentle caress drives my senses mad.
There is no denying someone that melts your heart,
And drives away all that seems bad.
I've been hit with cupids ever seeking dart.

His eyes are beacons of light saving me from the storm.
His soft voice calling to me from a distance
Its him I want, for my soul is now warm.
I don't understand why he insists on persistence.

It seems to be
that the Lily is exactly what I want.
Its sweet whisperings were too much,
its songs a playful taunt.

It seems I've caved.
I dug out my *****
and dug up my Lily,
I made a quick trade.

Such innocent pedals,
the Lily once did possess,
now lie in shambles
by my urgent caress.

It seems I enjoy lillies,
though I never thought it.
We seem to just click,
and never think to quit.

What of the Rose?
The Rose weeps silently,
its last pedals blackening,
its life fading quietly.

There is a certain lure
About a forbidden fruit
A mentallity with no cure

We want what we are denied
yearning for
that which we are deprived

The desire becomes a lust
Hunger becomes insistant
Sate it we must

A lure with no cure
Being denied and deprived
Sweet lust, which tend we must

The picking of forbidden fruit
the inability to resist
Continue on down this path
To find your problems root

Once upon a time
There was a hole
In my heart
It was rather deep
Undeniably vast
It hurts
It was dug by human hands
And also filled by them
I know you're leaving
When you stand in it
You fill it
And it doesn't hurt
But I know you can't
Can't fill it forever
But I can wait
Wait for you to come back
Back to the hole
And fill it again
*Don't be long

I flow like a pasture in a gale
I smell like the wild and the free
I inhale the ice of a breeze
I glide over a sea of land
I possess the spirit of nature
And I run, at my best, like the wind

To the sweet songbird of the forests
Your song will never end
To the cries of the wolves that ring out true
The melody will always flow sweet
To the dance of water and the shore
You will forever be together
To the human with intentions dark
You will never ruin what is true
To mother nature, tortured and forgotten
*In our hearts, you will always be free

Even if I were to study Kinesiology,
it couldn't give me the slightest hint
as to why you move, the way you do.

I could listen to a sub woofer's bass,
and it still couldn't give me a trace
of the things that make you
feel alive.

And even with scissors,
I could never cut out
from a cloth
just why you are the way you are.

The patch cord that you play with
amps up the sounds I hear,
and yet I could not ever
hear a single tear.

To me you are a subway station,
busying about, seeing me there
but not seeing me clear
A small blur, in the corner of your eye

To you, I am there then gone again
But to ignore you? I couldn't even pretend.

You reside inside my mind
for my eyes have never looked upon thee
yet well I know- you are handsome

You live in my nerves
my skin has never met yours
yet I feel you in every movement

You've taken my mouth
I have never felt your lips
but your taste is overwhelming

You reign in my ear
never have I heard your voice
yet in my head it rings

You govern my nose
thys scent hath never trespassed
now all I smell is you

Something has happened to me
Now all I have is you

Oceans try to swallow our new phoenix,
Drown the fire we have created anew.
The waves now become our biggest critics,
So we bide our time, await our debut.
The people talk, as they are wont to do.
We hide our fire inside a secret place.
We keep our feelings purposely askew.
We are not ripe, the world we cannot face.
Time takes a stab at stabbing what we have,
Fate encourages us to wonder. Seek.
We get caught in the middle, half and half,
Yet I know we are beautif’ly unique.
Some things you just leave to Time and to Fate,
But some things are too special to dictate

The heat that's longed for in the summer months,
Is now a slow assasin.
Carefully growing hotter,
Cautiously building power.

The bitter cold that's near unbearable,
Is now in need of saving.
Slowly receding,
Quietly waving goodbye.

For many summers we
Have experienced the change.
Tales of brave, strong bears
Swimming endlessly in search of ice.
Drowning.

Our Ice is disappearing
And with it, our secret.
There is spirit in the North
Unlike any other.

Together we must make a change.
Appeal to the better nature of man,
If ever there was one.
We need to fight,
Defend,
Protect,
And love,
Or we will be no more.

What is involved in being poetic?
Is it that you have to bleed
when you feel
or remember what you felt like?

Is there a spark in your brain?
Does it tell you the words,
does it give you rhyme,
does it command your thoughts?

Or does it come from the heart?
Is it pumped through your veins,
breathed into your lungs,
is it in every fibre of your being?

What is it, to be a poet?
Is it skill?
Is it random?
Is it learned?

It is you.
You are a poem.

You.
I tried to shake the feelings.
It was easy enough after you burned them.

They were nothing but ash on the ground, and so I left them
to blow away in the wind.

There was no wind
Not even a drop of rain.
I still ignored that sad pile of dust;
tried not to step in it as I walked around my life.

Fate is planning
Scheming
Calculating
Drawing up plans
for us.

One day that pile of ash
will explode into something
we are not expecting.

Are you ready to embrace
a Phoenix?

Serpants slide over the Earth,
and consider it but a task.
I hope my poetry will glide over paper,
like a little snake through grass.

A thousand words I've written.
None of them seem right.

A thousand feelings bottled inside.
None of them are ok.

A thousand ways I've thought of you.
None of them I can act on.

A thousand things I want to say to you.
None of them leave my lips.

A thousand times I've told myself no.
None of those times I've ever stopped.

The birds and the bees?
How did they even get associated?
Maybe it should be the dog and the fleas...
but why sit back while one does the work?

No that won't work

What about the bear and the bees?
but its not good to be at war
oh, such a tease

This is a tease

I know why it's called the birds
and the bees
Maybe because it isn't suppose to make sense
because in love, things rarely go with ease
but hey...

...*Love is the bee's knees.

Lying in bed at night
Eyes wide open
Seeing nothing
Or so we think.

The amazing thing about the dark
Is that there is an abscence of light
And so light cannot tell you what you do
Or do not see.

Reach your hand out into the blackness
Imagine you can go on forever
There could be a pixie flying past you
Or a meadow just a stroll away

Without light, we are more free to see
See the things we want, our fantasies
The dark is a wonderful thing
Because it is nothing, and everything

Lying in bed at night
Eyes wide shut
Seeing everything
Now we believe

Be right back
...most painful statement ever
It's supposed to mean
that you'll be right back
*it never turns out that way

I remember when you wagged your tail
How could I not? It seemed like you never stopped.

I remember when you pushed me into a snow bank
How could I not? I went to school frozen solid.

I remember when you let me use you as a pillow.
How could I not? You gave me fleas.

I remember when we used to go for walks.
How could I not? We discovered so much together.

I remember when you were always my best friend.
How could I not? You were the one that I could count on.

I remember when you died.
How could I not? I have never been the same since.

When your tail stopped wagging
is when my heart stopped beating as strong
as it used to beat when you were my best friend.

I lash out
so you say
and you take it
day by day

I am hard to impress
so you say
but you continue to mess
one day at a time

I bite, I claw, I poison
Poison your thoughts
with feelings of love
and distress
what a test

Patiently you wait for the moment
when you will get what you came for
then you will leave in a flash of
uncut threads
and webs

Who really wears the hourglass?

All the times I've said,
"I love you",
all of them were lies.
Except one.

Cruel fate denied me that one.

So I roam the vast crowds,
wading through soulmates,
young love,
forever commitments,
and all the passion in the air.

I roam alone.

It's amazing how life changes
when love is no longer in the picture.
Nothing matters, you feel empty,
you feel lonely.

But not just any lonely.

My soul is only lingering here,
for there is no one to tie it to me.

Long breaths and long thoughts
we start our conversation

Short breaths and long thoughts
you tell me things I don't want to hear

Short breaths and short thoughts
I panic after every word you say

Long breaths and short thoughts
I try to calm my nerves

Long breaths and Long thoughts
*I realize we'll be fine in the end

My eyes dance
then they swim,
as I catch a glance
of all of him.

His eyes pierce
then they linger.
His gaze is fierce;
he ***** a finger.

He beckons me
then he waits.
Wish I could see
what he finds so great.

I move closer
then linger near
in need of closure,
you whisper

"Come here..."

I don't think you understand
just how much I am sorry.

I cheated, I lied,
I made a grave mistake.

I feel like the most awful person in the world,
and you won't even accept
my countless, endless apologies.

But,
for all that I've done,
for all that I've put you through,
I DO NOT deserve the things that you say.


I am not a low-life, lying, cheating *****.
That tree that tirelessly produces oxygen for me
doesn't need my apology, though I thank it.
Despite what you think, I am not a complete waste of skin.

At first I deserved all the abuse you could throw my way,
but not now.
I've done my apologizing, even though I have my life
to make it up to you.
According to you.

No, that's not happening.
Get over it, Bee.
Everyone else has.

Busy,
no time to think, just work, progress, complete.
No room for thought.

So stop,
just think about what you're doing
not what you're doing
but what you're REALLY doing.
Don't you realize?

Wonder a moment,
how you work, how you speak, how you eat.
How does it work? DNA, it codes for proteins
it makes enzymes, that aid in reactions
that make you move, speak, think
You didn't even realize.

Amazing,
that's what we are. The potential in us is
ASTOUNDING
we are powered by tiny cells, with tinier things going on
but it's so small, we often forget how big it really is.
Cool eh?

Busy?
so stop, and just wonder a moment.
Isn't it amazing when you think about it?
The way you work, the way you move?

Now get busy.

The air was hazy
from the smoke machine on the balcony.

My heart was pounding
but it wasn't from the music.
It was your fingertips,
grabbing hungrily at my hips.
I was too weak to speak.
You couldn't hear me anyway

I could feel you,
your body pressed against mine.
We moved in time, but not with the music,
to the rhythm of our hearts.
It was a start.
My hands moved up your chest and your intake of breath
left me breathless, and I realized I was digging in claws
but I was desperate to be closer to you.

My fingertips brushed your cheeks on the way to your neck,
I needed to pull you closer somehow.
What we had wasn't enough
but your smile made me feel like I was.
Like I was the only person in the room,
crowded full of people,
that you saw.

I pulled myself away, and pressed my back to you
I wanted you to explore, I wanted it even more.
But it was what I could hear that made it clear you were hungry
A sharp bite on my ear pulled me from my trance
then plunged me deeper
I was eager to keep you here, so I tilted my head, awaiting your breath on my neck

“Behave” you growled.
I felt like pushing it, pushing you, to see how far you would go.
You didn't let go. Neither did I.
We didn't care.
All I wanted in that moment was you.

I still do.

We cling to the skin
of the knowledge we possess,
and believe it is us.

Our truths are riddled with lies,
Our lies belie the truth,
and we are left with empty
thoughts and broken promises.

Remember that the mind was meant
to be opened to the world.
It was meant to receive
as well as to expel
thoughts.

Be not tied to one understanding,
for you may find
the world will be looked upon
with misunderstanding.

When the last blood is spilled,
when the last champion falls,
when the last hero dies,
that is when Death calls.

This fight is not over,
our war will be won.
Our will is unmatched
until the last bard has sung.

Oberon has summoned us.
Our quest is absolute,
our destiny is decided,
and our fate, we cannot dispute.

Follow me Brothers, Sisters,
walk with me into the fire.
Our choices are to fail,
or see our enemies on a pyre.

You happen to be one
It's bright in your eyes
evident in your movements
thick on your breath
as savoury as your flavour

                                                   Tantalizingly deadly
                                                    you're bad for my health
                                                             my soul
                                                                           my virtue
                                                                                            my conscience
                                                    my heart sees you differently
                                                   -"keep trying, he will love, he will... will"

We are caught in a battle of will
Will his heart open?
Will his hold on me falter?
Will it be to late?

                                                          I am entangled with a
                                                          Deadly Sin
                                                          He is lust
                                                          I am defenseless

I don't know if you still read this
But if you do
Please know that I'm sincerely sorry
For what I did to you.

I hope that you've moved on
And you never think of me
But I still cry over you
For hours, like I'm three

It tears me up inside
Because I didn't get to make it right
And it ways so heavy on my mind
That we had to end us with a fight.

I hope you still read this
I need you to know
I want to make this right
I want to let it go.

I know you know
what I mean.

You read the words my heart wrote
You pass them off - a simple quote

But I know you know
what I mean.

You bring them up for me to see
You joke with me - a silent plea

Dear, I know you know
what I mean.

You can't face your own heart up front
but you can read mine when it's so blunt

Yes I know you know
what I mean.

You can keep it inside if you want to
You can act like you haven't got a clue

Honey,
You know I know you know
what I mean though.

I hear you twittering away in the background.
You sing to yourself a lot, did you know?

                                                  I see you tapping on your leg
                                                  I love the way you sound, did you know?

I smell the scent of old wood and music on your collar.
You carry it around with you, did you know?

                                                I feel you holding my heart in every word.
                                                You keep it alive, did you know?

I taste sweet love on your lips.
It is pure and intoxicating, did you know?

                                   Did you know that every little thing
                                      you do drives me a little crazier?


                                    Crazy in a good way, did you know?

Our hearts were filled with fierce compassion
The touch of your skin was pure satisfaction
Your kiss, so lush, was once so pleasurable
The sense of excitement was immeasurable

We prepare to draw, in this deadly game
Oh woe to the sheriff that attempts to tame
Felt to extremes are pleasure and pain
For one will lose and one will gain

But while we fight to apprehend our feelings
and curse upon one another with words sent reeling
Our kin sit sobbing, dying, reaching
For a hand that promises words so healing

Dog eared pages
betray my thoughts
or rather the lack there of

I think
then blink
But i'm thinking faster
or is it blinking?
It doesn't matter
Nothing is working

Inspiration dances
Romances
entrances
like a cornish pixie
teases

My muse has gone
his return I await
with bated breath
I wait like fate

It feels so right.
I feel like I belong.
It's no longer fight or flight.

You hold me in your arms
and the dark shadows creep back.
Now even the cold feels warm.

But when you're gone...

My mind wanders
My heart aches
My soul shudders
and my will flakes

Until the warmth of your embrace
melts the ice that forever
threatens my being

Life was the worst kind of painful
the pain that stabs the heart
Living was dragging my *** through the mud
not willing to go ahead and start

A chance encounter was a blessing
given to a lonely soul
A total fluke sent reeling
a new idea, a new role

His love flowed through me swift
the current swept me up
The passion had me set adrift
seeing a sea of future possiblilities

I love like no other would believe possible
what he has done to save me
Thank my lucky stars it's probable
*this love he's got me stuck in

The taste of *****
makes you intoxicating

  A touch of fire
has me burning

  You smell of height
it draws me closer

  I hear you swoon
it spins the room

  We look in blur
it turns us around

I am drunk off your kisses
I burn with your touch
I'm high from your smell
I blush when you speak
And your gaze turns me weak

This is what you do to me

I have an awesome friend.
He is rather cool,
or so he thinks....

But I love him anyvays.
Because he loves me.
We're buds.

Whatever life happens to feel
like throwing in our face,
I know he'll always be there,
he's kinda fixed in place.

Actually, I find him cool
despite what others may think.
He's so cool in fact,
he's one of the reasons I go to school.

So here's to my friend Dustin,
without him I'd be lost/
I know i'll always keep him
no matter what the cost.

I'm so afraid
of what you can do,
when even the slightest touch
seems like too much.

I'm full of fear
of the way you look at me.
Gaze full of intensity,
me crying for its brevity.

I'm terrified
of the things you say.
They send me spinning,
reeling, swimming, wishing.

You don't know it,
but you frighten me.

You, who could so easily
reduce me to a trembling mess
at your feet.

It just takes a touch
and you could ensnare, enslave
capture.
I would be hopeless to resist,
but my face would stay brave,
even through your sweet persist.

The warbling calls
of the peace and the calm
seem pacified and subdued
far from the ears of man

The shattered cries
of the cacophony and the chaos
too loud and incessant
close to the thoughts of youth

With blood spilled,
splashed over years
of adversity and trial,
we stand tired and stained
waiting for everyone
-else-
to change

To see the world through
a peaceful gaze
is to see the world in beauty

A beauty that is not often attained.

Every day is a day closer to
the day that I lose
half of who I am

A day closer to the day
I watch my better half
just stride away

A day closer to the day
my soul tears in two
half for me, half for you

A day closer to the day
my whole world falls apart
when you walk away
with my stolen heart

And a day closer to the day
when I will be forced to forget
what my body remembers,
and my mind will regret

Favorite things are fickle
the thoughts trickle
from your mind
and you step in a pool
of what once was divine

I wonder how long I
will stay upon your mind
how long shall I grace your thoughts
before you hit rewind?
Or maybe you'll press fast forward
...just forget about our time

Time will be our test
To outlast the rest
I want to be your best

So will you get your feet wet?
What will you regret?
Whatever you may think
I'll hold your heart
don't fret

I feel like a child
being scolded
rebuked

The next like a woman
being praised
exhalted

With a single sentence
you can grab me by the throat

And with the next
release and make me moan

It is clear to me now
my power next to yours
is a feather in a knife fight

A wispy plight in the face of fright.

I have a book.
            In this book I keep my heart.
    My heart was inked with a quill.
A quill made of a peacock feather.
                    This feather I found in the rain.
In the rain is also where I found you.
                                            found love.
I bet you didn't know it...
*but you are the author of that book

Flowers are simplistic
Seemingly

Like Dragons are deadly
According to...?

We have much to realize
Undoubtedly

And much to see
Undeniably

Flowers are complex
Like Dragons are intelligent

Her tail flicks with irritation,
Her bed is under occupation.
She lets out a quiet meow,
and begins the prowl.

Her cat bed has been conquered,
her feline smell obscured.
She advances on silent paws,
and stirs up a cloud of claws.

Perhaps the name 'Fluffy'
does not fit her.

For all that I am,
I know not just what that is

For all that I am not,
My curse is to see it all

To look deep within myself,
to find all that I am
seems a task.

To watch the world
and see all that I am not
is far too easy.

I live with naive thoughts
to keep from untangling
my own inner knots.

Rocks skitter
Waves roll
When relentless meets inviting,
is when earth becomes whole.

Forever is a big word
Forever has a lot of letters
Many people can spell it
Few can spell it right

It is promised
It is lost
It belongs in our vocabulary
But is rarely understood

Forever is used with good intentions
Until good intentions
Stab us through the heart

Use carefully
Use wisely
Mean what you say
Say what you mean