The song bird sings the song
of your voice

The leaves rustle sounding
like the rustle of sheets

The wind's cries mimic
cries of simple pleasures

The memories remembered by time
remind me of your memory

The peaceful calm of nature
lies heavily on the calming peace
of love

I will give you a present.
Not bought
Not pretty and gift wrapped in silvery paper
Not shoved in a box with a card on top

I will give you an idea.
Gift wrapped in words
Only thought of, not thought through
You can make it your own

Take my gift and make it something special.
take that idea and make it something magical.

Then wrap it in words and re-gift it.
I won't mind
Spread the ideas and watch as they blossom.

A gift can be more than a material object.
It can be creativity that changes the world...
...one idea at a time

I sit and I stare
                         At the angel silently praying
                                                                          perched on a stack of books
Waiting.

The beliefs of others
                                  Do not rest in me
                                                                But this small angel sees
Into me.

She waits for me to realize
                                              Something
                                              Anything
                                           ...Nothing  
                                                                She waits like a gargoyle
for nothing.

That little angel
                           Keeps me thinking however
                                                                            about what she thinks exactly
I'll sit thinking forever
Because glass angels do not speak
Or so I thought

I heart
           thats smart
I love
          not so smart
You're great
                    just wait
You're beautiful
                            how fanciful
I love you
                 is that true?
I'm not sure
                    you're on a tour
I think i'm free
                         you're not, believe me
You don't own me
                                just wait you'll see
Are we over?
                      
Of course.

Drenched
with lonliness
Spun
until confused
Tossed
until my heart was dry

Yeah, you left me high and dry
Abandoned like the search for your lost sock
and whats worse
*forgotten...

I said a plane ticket from me to you
wouldn't cost too much.
You asked me about another ticket,
"how much would one cost to your heart?"

I knew immediatly right then and there
you didn't just have a ticket,
you had the deed,
unlimited access to my love.

Now I have to be honest with myself,
do you actually have such a hold?
I'm thinking about this long and hard.
Of course! To you, my heart is sold.

So now I sit here waiting
for the time he can claim what is his.
My heart will forever be waiting
for that one, life changing kiss.

Love is forbidden
To those who fight
Who fight for love
For love is not.

Love is given
To those who need
Who need love
For love is fickle.

Love is lost
To those who try
Who try for love
For love is cruel.

Love is none
None of these for me
For I have you
And love is mine

I can't remember now
If it was the water rushing over my face
or the blood rushing hot through my veins

I can't remember now
Who's skin was who's
or which tongue was which
  
I can't remember now
if you held me against the tiles
or if I held your heart against my chest
maybe both?

All I remember
Is the way you feel
soaking wet
close to me

All I remember
are hungry kisses
strong hands
on my waist

All I remember
is you pulling me closer
wet hands running down
my wet body


Maybe I remember
more than I think

***** socks
     cast aside like
Lizard hide
     you hide behind
Little meant
     the words you said
Ended life
     *with a blow like death

I cry on the inside,
but I can't hide it.
My skin is glass.

I thought you were gone,
but you were just hiding.
Hello again.

Was I out of your head?
Had you moved on?
Like a ghost I am gone,
but still here.

So I weep
for all to see,
but please just pass.
I am glass.

Poetry can save a life
It can introduce new life
And honor a  life past.

Poetry can be the air you breathe
Your sustenance
Your water and shelter.

Poetry is the gift of creativity
The savior of many
And the light in your path

Poetry is what I thrive on
Poetry is what I believe in
Poetry is my life.

I would be more spontaneous. Think irrationally more often. Dance like there's no one watching.

                         I would listen to my mother and talk back less often.
I would have been there for every yes, no, maybe, and I do.

   I would have stopped
   Every bully
   I ever saw. Instead of being a bystander.

I would bleed more often.           Heal more often.                     See more.

                  I would pay attention to the little things, ignore the big.
                                      See the future, remember the past ... not repeat it.

I'd say what's on my mind. Nothing would be bottled inside. I'd pour my heart into everything.

                                  I'd take steps to be the poet I've always wanted to be.

           The Writer I know I can be.
I am strong inside, though inside never shows, and that wouldn't be.

I would believe in the power of magick, for it's everywhere, though oppressed.

                                               I would sing with Birds.
                                               I would smell the Roses.

What a lovely feeling, to be tangled up in you.
When my world was nothing, if not blue.
You doubt your any help
But every time you do, I melt
Stop thinking you are nothing
Come over here and be my everything

Of course you're not a poet
-I'm not?
No, you can't Rhyme
You can't get a beat
You can't even take time
-Oh...
Who do you think you are?
-A poet
No, you're wrong
-Why is that?
Did you hear what I just told you?
-No, because I didn't need to
What do you mean?
-Poetry can be all of those things
-And none of those things
-Who do you think you are?

I lie beside you
breathing

I try to remember
thinking

I want to give
feeling

I can't help you
loving

And still I lie beside you
the world in my head
still revolving, turning
as it grinds away my brain

You lie beside me
blissfully unaware
of the insanity that approaches me
creeping

If only you would tell me to breathe
and stop thinking
because you have a funny feeling
and you think it is me you love

All this inside me
while I lie beside you
breathing
and feeling
and thinking
and loving
someone who may not love me.

Love
Is a forbidden word
Unless you mean it
truly.

                                  Love
                                  Is so untouchable
                                  Unless you grasp it
                                  firmly
Love
Is an emotion
Unless you feel it
thoroughly
                                  Love
                                  Lust
                                  Life
                                  Learn
Love
shouldn't be used
unless it is felt from
the heart
                                   Why?
                                   We have a short life to live
                                   why waste it
                                   waiting
Love is yours
Love is there
Love is life
Take it

Anger Rages Throughout
Not One To Back Down
Won't Be Defeated

You Call Me A Liar
You Say I'm Delusional
You Don't Know The Half Of It

I'll Take You On
I Cannot Lose
I'm Stronger Than You Think

Try And Break Me
Do Your Worst
Bring It On

No Chance Of Winning
I Know Your Game To Well
Quit While You Can
**Save Yourself The Effort

We were a bubble
So calm, so peaceful
Gently bobbing in the breeze
Like life bobs on the endless wind

Then we popped
It was so sudden
So surprising
Yet so undeniably inevitable
It makes my heart bleed

When I take a look around
It isn't just our bubble of perfection
That has been so mercilessly exploded
We are not alone.

I guess it shouldn't
But it makes me feel better
Knowing I'm not the only one
That has had a dream go bang
And blow up
Splattering wet, sticky bubble slime
All over your face

If every relationship was like a bubble
Where would we be?
Eventually, just forgotten memories
Drifting on a wind long gone
Waiting for another song

I'm going to pick my self up
Move on, move up
Continue with my hopes
Remember I had dreams

I hope you do too
All the best
With your next bubble

To define someone is a task,
which word? how many? how honest?
The English vocabulary stretches onward.
It's like looking for a needle in a haystack.

I found five needles
And with each I sew your quilt.

So relentless and pretentious
to everyone you meet.
With every little show
these stitches are easier to sew.

And as a reprobate
you should surely know,
the blackened thread gets blacker,
but you just can't let it go.

You are violently twisted,
as the definition suggests,
you're a contorted individual
that doesn't pose a threat.

Ah yes, you read it right.
For all your will to fight,
your lack of might
labels you innocuous.
That's correct, you're harmless.

These needles pierce the quilt,
they thread in every word,
and as you lay your eyes upon it
you realize you can't be cured.

I'm cold.
These quilts do nothing for me.
I shiver and shake.
Ice grips, will I be free?

My dreams are warm.
Your hot body touches mine.
I tremble and quiver.
We lay here intertwined.

I wake lonely.
I wake cold.
You were never here.
There is no one to hold.

I am cold.
My mind is warm.
I wait for my dream to unfold.

I wait here in the cold.

God I feel empty.
There is something missing
and it's you.

A hundred men could knock on my door
and I would not open it
because they're not you.

I've never felt this way before
I've never felt so touched
by anyone but you.

I would spend my life with you
I would bring life into this world with you
I would be forever by your side
It's up to you.

I wait for your kiss.
A soldier standing on duty.
A touch putting me at ease.
Silently I guard what is left
of my heart.

And I wait
For a sign.
A small child at the crosswalk,
watching for the red hand
to fade away,
So I can go.

I wait for a sound.
A sprinter on the track,
the snap of a bullet,
a race for the ages.

I wait for the thing
that I want the most.
And I wait for the day,
when I know what I want.

I wait,
For you.

The moon falls lower, the night almost at an end.
It does not cry for fear of shaking the water's surface.
It does not shine its light upon the grass, in fear of seeing its face.
It does not breathe, in fear of scaring the wind.
It hides. It runs.
In fear of the sun it can not be.

Thank heavens for abnormality,
thank heavens no one is true,
without it i'd be just as insufferable as you.

I'm glad we are all different,
glad i'm not like you,
otherwise, my life would be rather blue.

Praise the air of uniqueness,
praise our inconsistancies,
if I was you, i'd blow out my knees.

I hate you,
They way you are.
I'm glad i'm not like you.
I'm glad we're dissimiliar.

Let's put it this way,
Thanks heavens to abnormailty,
Without it, i'd be just as insufferable as you.

"you loved me for a year
I might not have known it, but you loved me.
We would talk and talk for hours,
Hold our breath until we could see each other
Over skype of course, but see each other
Nontheless.
Then you did something stupid. You made mistakes.
Painful mistakes. Mistakes that costed trust.
I got angry, I laid into you with words that cut you deep, but I didn't care.
If I did, I didn't show you.
You tried so hard to make it right. You said you'd do anything,
Anything for me.
I still turned up my nose.
You pleaded and begged, you wanted so bad to fix what we had
But still I refused.
And I keep refusing."

You, after so long of thinking yourself the victim,
Have become aggressor.

Can love ever confess as much as
kind Natures careful, caring caress can?

Is there something deeper
when I touch your hand?
Do you tingle
when my lips brush yours?
Does it burn pleasantly
when my skin sweats with your own?

I need a fire
to keep me warm
to give me life
to remind me I'm human

I need a fire
between us
between our hearts
between the lines

Will you kindle a fire that will not burn out with ease?
Will you risk getting burned?
Will you favour the cold?

Violence hangs over my head
irrational like wine
heavy like lead

How am I to choose love
over love?
Heart over heart?

If fair is foul
how am I to survive
the foul that is fair?

You attach tethers to my life
One pulls left
one right
One tugs up
one down

Am I to be what's left in the middle?

Inside my body there is a thing,
Possibly the most important thing
A body could ever have.

It beat-beat-beats,
Pulses, throbs,
Extends, contracts,
Reaches out, touches lives.

The soul.
The Life Force of humans.
The riveting complexity.
The unending depth.

We all have one
We all need one
Do we all appreciate one?

You can live
or you can die trying

You can love
or you can hate after it

You can forgive
or you can brood forever

You can see
or you can be blinded by the truth

You can live with honor
or be consumed by it

You can laugh
or you can cry.

For all these things,
I hope you smile.

Whatever lines you choose to live by
or even those between...
you can be at peace
or at war with yourself.

Do you keep my heart in a locked box?
collecting dust on your window pane

Do you open it sometimes?
remember what you still claim

Do you hear it beating
atop it's lonely perch

Does it keep you up at night?
making your heart lurch

One day, I pray, you'll bring it back to me
And finally I'll get to see

Don't get me wrong, I stole from you as well
It sits on a dusty shelf, taunting me

If you bring me mine, I'll give you yours
preferably undamaged, mind a scar

We can go our separate ways at last
finally be on par

Its in the way you look at me
The way you touch my thigh
Trail your finger up my leg
Over my hips, along my abs
I know not how you've sinned
Though you said you've been  bad boy
The way that you make me feel
Can only be described as heavenly

So how is it
that when you move with me
when you rock my body
kiss my tenderness
love with no boundries
I feel as though
I've sinned?

Nothing that feels this good
Can be anything but bad

I fight this war on my own

I hate that I love you

All is fair?
How I wish it were true.

What would you do if I were to lay in your lap?

Would you stroke my face?
Run your fingers through my hair?
Cross your arms over your chest?
like you don't care

Would you whisper things softly to me?
Tell me a story?
Pretend I'm not even there?
like I am not your worry

Would you tell me to sleep, I am safe.
Just tell me to sleep?
Suggest I sleep on the window?
like you wish to fore-go

Tell me, what would you do if I laid in your lap?

It was the right thing to do
but, Oh God does it hurt.
I'll never find someone
quite like you.

I'm sorry for everything
I've put you through.
You think I'm right for you.
Trust me, I'm not.

I wish and I hope
with every fiber of my being
that you find your true soulmate.
It isn't me.

Keep searching,
keep looking,
you'll find the right one,
and maybe so will I.

Maybe someday

My bed has been cold
for far too long.
The empty pillow beside me
seems so wrong
and when I think about your head lying there
I get feelings much too strong.
My emotions well up inside me,
they bubble up and over,
soon I struggle to breathe,
yet I cannot hide under the covers.

You won't be there
waiting to take it all away
you won't be there
to tell me it's okay.
I know I need to deal
but these thoughts feel so real
and I don't think I can cope
with this endless lack of hope.

Yet I must laugh at myself,
for well I know
you are on your way to me
even as we speak.
You would swim the Atlantic I'm sure,
just to see that I don't freeze.
You'd rush to warm these blankets
and do everything to please.

This knowledge makes me smile
and suddenly I see,
these sheets are not so cold
and these hopes are not so dead
and I know that soon your warmth
shall overheat this bed.

My eyes shot open
My heart pounded
My hands shook
I was wounded.

Dizzying images still filled my head;
blood, terror, desperation.
I sat up straight,
drowning in perspiration.

Soft movements broke my stupor,
as I felt you sidle near.
You pulled me into you
"baby you have nothing to fear"

I still shook and trembled,
but you squeezed me tight.
You held my head against your chest
and whispered, "everything's alright"

I instantly believed it.
I let the terror drain away.
I let you stroke my hair and whisper,
"don't worry I'm here, I'll stay"

My eyes grew heavy yet again.
"I love you honey" I whispered
before I began to snore.
He kissed my forehead softly,
*"I think I love you more"

I miss you
I can't help it

Just when I think
I can go even one day
Without your memory
You pop up

Haunting
Reminiscent
Beautiful

And I remember
How you used to hold me
Close to you

And I cry
Because I long for your touch
Once again

So I hope you think of me
When your thinking
Because I think of you
All the time

I can't help
That I miss you

The mindless ticking of your watch
rests behind my ear
it mocks my being here
it knows you have to go

tick-tick-tick-tick
only-5-more-minutes
tock-tock-tock-toc­k
he's-going-to-leave

Arms and legs slide away from me
they rustle the sheets
they seem louder than creaks
a foot hits the ground

Something wet touches my forehead
I shake
I tremble
And you leave me with an empty bed

When your gaze scours my curves,
I feel naked, yet cloth pulls tightly.
You go beyond ******* me with your eyes.
Tequila has nothing on the way you look--
at me.

When you speak to me, only me,
The lead of words is turned into
The gold of excitement.
Every syllabe tickles my sensitive stimuli,
Every word seduces my thought,
Until all I can utter is--
"more".

Hot breath on my neck drenches
My senses, leaves me breathless.
And when I ask, "can I borrow yours?"
Your kiss rivals that of the french.
So hot, our lips are not our own.
Then your tongue turns into Columbus,
and explores.
Your touch is my master,
Your movement my release.

And when finally,
Liquid love makes my clothing
Suffocating.
There is only one word on my lips--
"Remove".

The fresh aroma of the ocean drifted around me
mixing with the luxurious smell of the forest.
The gentle touch of grass and moss,
made me feel as if I were weightless.
The sound of the morning breeze in the trees,
made my heart flutter and my heart dance.

Everything around me seemed to be in tune,
with this subtle spring song,
that nature seemed to be playing.
Everything moved, danced and whispered,
in one fluid movement.

I wanted to be part of it to.
I danced around the dimmed beach meadow,
and lost myself in the song.
When I left, the night was approaching.
Gentle song had quieted,
ready to inspire the next wounded soul.

Thump, tha-thump thump. thump, thump
you just walked past me

Thud, thud-thud-thud, thud, thud
hello just left your lips

Thump, thump, poundpoundpound, thump, thump
your skin met mine for a moment

Beep, beep, beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep---
What would I do if you kissed me?

His arms a blanket
His kiss a luxury
His words a melody
His smile a light
His eyes an escape
All I need is Him.

Steel flecks
on my rose of red,
sparkle
like death.

They wink
from my rose of red,
snicker
like jealousy.

Removal is futile
on my rose of red,
they prickle
like envy.

My rose of red
is tainted
by flecks of steel.
Poisoned.

I have the tendency
of getting very physical
It's getting harder to breathe
for you that's literal

Does it hurt?
Burn?
****?
Does it weaken your will
to learn that I have all the control?

Do you lust?
Ache?
Yearn?
Do you want another turn,
want to go till you break?

I'm happy to oblige
but can't be held responsible
if no one can do it better
-for that I am not liable

I see the way you look at me
your eyes longing for the face they cannot touch

I know the way you think
your mind imagining the possibilties they cannot have

I feel the way you move
your body trying to remember what is has not ever had

I see you, I know you, I feel you
I cannot have you
not right now
not now
not...

You see me watching you
imagine me thinking about you
knowing that I see you

It is almost to much
almost

But not yet.