I dream of blue roses and black tulips,
as well as kisses but I wonder whose lips?
I never can tell if she's even human or fae.
Am I to never see her, or are we as one to lay?

She has indeed burrowed herself in my mind
like a sickness for which a cure I cannot find.
Through runes and rituals I try our fates to bind
with hopes to see her then, when the stars are aligned

There is a line I'm not sure whether to cross.
Things could be better if I do, but maybe not...
I think and think and overthink.
I could leave behind a wreck, or maybe no trail at all
Things get worse yet I still fail to act.

I want to be a leaf.
A tiny leaf atop a tall tree,
where darkness holds no sway,
where the stars shine during long nights,
where the sun can warm me on tough days.

I want to watch as foxes run,
to hear the wolves howl at the moon,
to feel the wind and rain on me,
to be one with nature.

I want to live the life of a leaf
without suffering and pain,
to be at peace and feel safe
when I bloom and when I fall.

We are all but leaves on a branch;
come autumn we fall,
come spring we grow.

A one-eyed man I met,
from far away he'd traveled here.
In search of what he'd lost,
he told me of a place that can't be seen
where men who bravely die
rise in glory and await the fated day.

I did not believe his words
for then I was a fool.

Two wolves were by his side yet
I did not feel afraid.
Two ravens he had lost, he said
and asked if I could help.
My doubts would be gone
if I helped for they could speak.


Then the dreary night came on which
I met one of the two.
A tapping on my chamber door
revealed to me the truth.
"Nevermore" the raven said and
now I believed.

Neither here nor there I was
when you blossomed amid autumn.
The well, I heard, had been emptied.
Saddened, I sat on the porch and
watched the orange sky glaze by
like we used to. Come twilight
I reminisced the old days.
You said it would be fine if
reaching out was not an option.
So, neither here nor there I was,
but deep inside I always knew
the dog wouldn't hunt.

Life is but a harbinger of misery...
and death...

I am not afraid of the darkness
but the shadows that hide within it.
I am not afraid of silence,
but the sounds that eventually break it.

Death is a relief for the dying,
But a suffering for the living.

In the land of the honest,
the liar is king.

What is life if not a tiny speck of light
between nothingness and death.

Daylight creeps across the leaves
and branches bent by autumn wind;
a pale echo of a world bereft.
Wake! while your spirit sings
still of beauties down distant paths
dressed in twilight, full of stars.
Like memories present
amidst dreams that ne'er fade,
like mist on rainy morns, but creep
like ghosts, like ghosts.

I wish to be
one who sails the wind.
I wish to be
one who gets lost in the clouds.
because even though lost,
up there, I won't panic at all.

If you can run away,
why are you still here?

He could not hear
and she could not speak.
Through pain they realized
that all that matters is to feel.

Twilight.
Neither day nor night.
A welcome; a goodbye.
A bridge.

It’s the appetizer before the meal--
a clue of what's to come.
Like when you were a kid
and shook your wrapped present
to guess what was inside.

It's the beauty before the allure.

We're always a step
Away from the path of
Death

In summer's embrace, I wish to feel the winter.

Within him dwelt the stars
and she was his moon

The best silence is the woosh
of wind through trees
on murky nights

My desperate thing
You cling to life
Like a wingless bird:
Free yet chained.

Where's the fun in being perfect?

Bless the sky when winter comes
and twilight sings a song of ice,
cold and pale
as its ghastly grip of death.

Embers dress the aurora on such
darkened nights.

A pale ghost dances around an oak,
around the Pantheon.
It's a ghost of my own, an illusion.
Memories seep away like forgotten dreams;
lost, like a raven in the night.

I bow to the Pantheon, to nature.

Late at night
I see what I've become --
A picture on the wall of death.
And I wish I could've not,
But I'm already dead and gone.

At the end of the day
My path forks:
A path of bones and
A path of gold.
Yet I only have the will
To take none and revert
Back...

If they've built a wall,
don't tear it down and
bring them into reality;
take a few bricks out
and sneak inside.

Have yourselves
a fantasy with a
bit of reality
seeping in
through the
hole you made.

Silent tears in this world of desperate desire to hold onto hope,
knowing it's a useless thing to do. Dreams running rampant,
while expectations and reality are drowning
like bodies filled with stones.

Souls branded with the word "broken" try to piece themselves
back together with parts of another. It's like trying to put mercury
instead of blood during a blood transfusion and expecting everything to be alright.

No cycle in a monochrome life, only a line:
Pain, sadness, sorrow, misery, death...
Then you're gone.

Cold as a hunter's heart came the wind.
Clouds as grey as a wolf rode across the sky.
Vultures pecked at the once-vigorous villagers.
Crimson liquid dripped from their beaks.
The stench of the decaying corpses merged
with that of the coming rain.
Empty homes longed for the happy children
that once lived there...
Gone. All of it gone.

The sun never warmed the village again,
but the flames which turned it to ash did.
Once... and nevermore.
The flame's light was be the last the village saw.
Then, into the darkness of history it faded...
Once... and forevermore.

It's funny how most people my age
just want to go out and socialize
while the best times of my life
are the ones I spent (and spend) alone in my bed
with melancholic music and closed eyes

Leaves twist to my flute's tune.
Gentle waves of breeze hit my cheeks
as I sit on damp grass--its smell fills me.

Grey clouds, perched atop
rocky mountain peaks, bid the sky goodbye,
yet the sun has not yet come around.

Fearless, yet with caution,
a deer sips from the lake's crystal clear water.
Turns to me with sullen eyes;
tears dripping down its cheeks like rain.

My heart throbs as it sits next to me.
It, too, watches the lake with a dreary soul.
A distant waterfall murmurs whispers of hope for us both
as we await the sun's faraway arrival.

Craving the snow like a husky.
Pale and cold and melts on my touch--
I remember those ****** winters.
Through frostbites and numbness,
I would dearly hold it.

Each snowflake I touched made me shiver.
Each ball I made was perfect like a globe--
I saw the whole world in it.
And I never threw them; I kept them.
I never wanted to see you shattered nor dirtied.
Spikes ran through me when I saw you that way--
You should be pale and cold and melt on my touch...

We were different
Like winter and summer,
So we made our little spring
To balance it out.
But then fall came.

We stayed the same
When everything around us
Changed.
But everything around us
Stayed the same when
We changed inside.

Sometimes we think
we’re holding onto
someone, not realizing
that they’ve let go and
we’re only holding
the thread that used to
connect us.

“Love hurts.”
Maybe it’s supposed
To be that way.
Maybe you need
To like that pain.
Because maybe,
Just maybe,
It’ll all be make sense
In the end.

Never be scared of
The darkness, because
It will swallow you
If you are.
You should be curious
And try to reveal its
Secrets, because then
It will have no choice
But to flee.

Silent mouth means
Loud mind.

Silent mind means
Loud mouth.

There is a river that everyone wants to cross.
And everyone wants to be on the other side,
believing that it's there that everything lies.

And some wish to cross it, because
they are running towards something,
while others wish to cross it, because
they are running away from something.

But in the end, it is we who need to build
the bridge, and not wait for someone else
to do it for us.

It seems that
Forevers
Also have
An ending...

Don't worry, I'd never leave you, my abyss,
Whenever I'm sad, I'll stare into you,
And you'll whisper in my ear, quietly,
But it'll be enough for me to hear you
And know that I'm not alone...

If you knew what
was waiting for you,
would you fight for
or against it,
or would you sit
and wait for it come
for you?