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Feb 2012 · 1.1k
Flying to Despair
The seagull fly’s on a lonely sea
Far from others, farther from she
Soft strewn feathers matted in his bed
Now tangle thoughts mess with his head
Primal yearnings haunt his flight
No fish can delight his appetite
A mermaid on an eastern shore
Made his bashful, young, naive heart soar
The water reflects his westward path
A sinner running from the aftermath
Intentions pure trying to give not gain
False gods made sure his efforts were in vain
Feb 2012 · 562
To Die Happy
Silently I scream inside
As the fire fades and passion dies
There’s nothing I can do it’s true
She’ll never love me through and through
And though my heart is quite exploded
Still her simple gun is loaded
Then she kicks me while I’m down
And turns my smiles into frowns
Even she now knows it’s wrong
So pity is our new love song
Secretly I hate to love her
But love to hate her too
Cause every time she throws me down
She’ll raise me up anew
I know it’s cruel and so unfair
But each warm touch
Is refreshing in the chilly air
Those lips that spew such evil
How can they bring such lust?
Her words say she doesn’t love me
But her kisses show she must
I’d love to rid myself of her
But never will I try
It would be the end of sorrow
And still I’d rather die.
Feb 2012 · 412
Simply a Man
Simply a man I am
Simply a man I’ll die
Golden tears will not
Leave eyes while I cry
You’ve seen me fall far
And raised me up high
I will fail you again
Though I’d like not try
Feb 2012 · 677
Dreary Day
A gentle rain lightly sprinkles down
To wash away the grit of the ground
Its pitter patter sound panters in my  ear
The rain stays constant, still urgency draws near
Our time is short, and next time is not clear
So let us stay inside
On this dreary day my dear.
Feb 2012 · 517
Tired Tears
Unheard truths
Sights not seen
Lovers lost and
Forgotten dreams

Fights let go
Victorious draws
Pitch black eyes
Light with awe

Sickened children
Dying young
Fearful cries
Of setting suns

For every breath could be your last
Those lovely faces, life will pass
So even if the comfort leaves
You should stride against the breeze

Fight the waves
To turn the tides
Challenges come
Don’t stand aside

Bleed the blood
Wet your eyes
Keep the scars
Let weakness die

Cause angry blood and tired tears
Must mix for life to preserver
Feb 2012 · 598
Just to Talk
Eyes black as coal, light the fire of passion
Tingling wisps of pleasure radiates from the depths
Finally jostled from hibernation,
The longing beast within is stirred
Natural instincts do engulf it,
And a presence from a past life leads
Whist gingerness is mixed with crushing blows
The dish that’s made sates the lust of love
And more is said with tongues subdued
Than the talking of a million hours time.
Feb 2012 · 501
Quick Hail Storm
My thoughts blur with the mention of her name
They turn to quiet thoughts of brighter nights
And my heart transpires an awesome flame
But still cannot compare to her souls light.
So quickly I am bound with lust and awe
She mesmerizes me without a move.
I gaze upon her skin, it’s without flaw
Her eyes reach mine, I see she dissaproves.
Yet wash over me like monstrous waves
I get knocked down a great hail storm ensues
Bitter cold creeping up my skin I brave
The pain is harsh my heart is sure to bruise.
Still I stand and weather the storm for her
Deep inside I know I have her favor.
Feb 2012 · 397
Make Mine
Those eyes awash with a silver lighting
Make a full moons dullness not compensate
They tell joyless stories of endless grace
One that’s well deceived by a lovely face
One that’s caused angels to drown in lust and awe
But nay theirs not is she, their tears now rain
Her skin so smooth and radiant she bathes.
But my minds eye is not alone in thought
Others come and go but one is still sought.
So day by day my sorrow heart will cry
Of longing, lasting, until she is mine.
Yet taste for this and that sways constantly.
So if her heart is so to be confined
Then another maiden, I will make mine.
Feb 2012 · 841
It's a Pity
Sadness, agony, misery, and shame.
Words I feel at the mention of your name.
Pity, loathing, disrespect, and lack of joy.
Become my friends as I become your toy.
Tired, sullen, mourning, anger, and fear.
All swell within my heart as you near.
Beaten, scarred, trampled, and bruised.
These things describe how I’ve been used.
Sadness, agony, misery, and shame.
I feel so bad, yet I’m the one to blame.

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