Angry words linger
Lightly along the wafting smoke
Of cigarette puffs
Inhaled and absorb
Staining memory as lung.

I love the way you bleed,
From passion filled scars
Tempered with character
Dripping of joy and pain
Dripping of purity.
Your crimson ink
First of scraggly hieroglyphics
Meaningless on their own
Takes the form of words
Thriving; prosperous.
A transfusion begins
Seeping between my creases
Binding forever with my being.

In the dead of night
My fingers become my voice
And the ink of my heart is drenched with words I have never said
Stories I have never read
And emotions I have never shared.

The blank page…

A writers greatest friend
Or greatest enemy.
When we're all faced with the possibility
That our last piece
Will be our, last, piece.

Our silhouettes danced
To heart strung ballads
Unconcerned with reality
As we mocked the dying night.

Against the sea of conformity
I battle waves bent on my arts demise
The roar of the ocean
Tossing between jagged rocks
Curls into tides of social influence
Raging from every side
Crashing together in judgmental remarks
I labor the storm until my inspiration comes
Consistent in my endeavor
Watching as the blurring foam transforms
From a towering blue wonder of negativity
To gently settle, as I  wash upon the shores
Of my unscathed conviction.

Layered ripples
Of nomadic shades
Drifting across the sky
Stirs daydreams.
Vivid thoughts of you
Create tangible imaginings
Of my hands upon your face
Caressing your cheeks
Trailing fingertips
Between mounds erupting on your skin
You shiver at the pleasures of my touch
Smiling at me in satisfaction
With the ease of dawn,
Reaching corners
With brighten sunrays,
Beaming in my direction.
I've longed to be held
In the embrace of your gaze
Seen only by you
When the world surrenders existence
Remaining yours in this instance
Until layered ripples
Turn from white to grey
And memories of tomorrow
Wash away.

There are infinite forevers
in your eyes
shimmering granulated particles
dance with
swirling emotions
beeming infinite I love yous
transcendent
of words still unsaid.

Surreal
Stripped of all I am
Trapped and confined
My only possession is time
Consciously, creeping away
Anticipating an impending consequence
As it bares fruition to... judgment
Blooming swift and unbiased.
Surrendering to ruminate
I deliberate
What is freedom?
The ability to exercise liberty
Exemption from external control
My mind travels beyond these walls
Without bounds
Without bonds
Desperate
Eager to escape
Away from the bland taste of this reality.
Swept by the winds beneath me
Relative lightness;
Buoyancy
As my eyes sweep to the horizon
Tasting the air
Savoring the new appreciation
Of all I took for granted
Is this how freedom feels?

What a day for a daydream.

My poetry,
is selfish
The dead
never stay dead
Twisting in their grave
No peace for rest
As I sprawl them ungracefully
Across my page
Dragging them from depths unknown
To live once more
Amongst my words.

Patiently at my journey's end
Basking under the morning sun
She waits
Caressed by soft light
Shimmering to the melody
Of my arrivals song
I rush to her
Swift and bold
With hastened breath
As I break
From rhythm and time
Crashing at her feet
As I wash upon her shores.

False faces
Bound in heresy
Of sinister misread intent
Judge behind jovial masks.
In tones of whisper
Cloaked by darkness,
Shadowy figures
Gather in corners
Conspire and wager.
Terror in the betrayal
Of venomous words
Dripping on your name
Stumbling from lips.
Days are dark
And comrades are few.

Trust no one.

Your ghostly presence dwells in every corner
Of this house
Sauntering pass
Screeching my name
As pearl like eyes stare through me
Whispering eerie confessions
From starved lips
Claiming, I, am yours
Yet your hollow words wither and fall
Scattered amongst the ashes
Of all we used to be.