Her movements
Are so fluid
There is no reason
To alter the specifics
To make them more appealing
When transferring them to words.

No need for analogies
Or symbolism.

She dips her head back
And lets it slip from
One shoulder
To the other.
Resting on each one
Ever so slightly
To greet them both
The same.

Her hand
Puppeteers her arm upward
To swipe her fingers
Across her brow.
A gentle kiss of reassurance
That morning has at last
Arrived.

Her thumbs lead the way
For her hands to follow
As they slip behind her ears
And make their way down to the ends
Of her hair.
But before they finish their descent,
They meet together
Her smooth hair stops them from making
Total impact.
The right stays put, creating ******* for the hair that is left behind.
The left guides the remaining strands around her shoulder
To rest there
As her hand continues down her chest.
Something that she only allows her own kind
To do.

Her actions alone are pure poetry.
From turning her head,
To stretching her arms,
To simply putting up her hair.
It is all poetic
To witness
To experience
To love.

Bathing in sunlights golden glow
My chest is hollow
Breaths sinking in duranged seas of self pity
Black holes reflecting no emotion in my skull
That twinkle in my eyes been lost
I took it from myself
I break it every day
Conscience gone
What have I become
I'll never forget this day
The day I lost my humanity
The day I knew I wasn't supposed to be here
Burry me in my mistakes
In my misguided intentions
In tears shed for my name
Drown me with them
Pouring this sickness down my throat
Fill this empty vessel with it
In hopes that I don't reject it
In hopes that I can one day
Know the warmth I missed out on
Bathing in sun lights golden glow
Oblivious to my surroundings
To my peers
Restore me
Or let me lay here until night falls
And I can rest helpless
In soft decay

"Why do we go to war,
Dad? What is there to fight for?
Why is there blood on the ground,
Dad? What is that ugly sound?"

"Dad, why do people hate so much?
And **** each other with bombs and such
Rifles raised and triggers pulled
Bared canine teeth, throats mauled?"

"Why is the tenth leading cause of death in America suicide?
Is a reason to live so **** hard to find?
When tormentors hate
And chance becomes fate
Yet chance wants you to leave it all behind?"

"Why are humans so greedy Dad?
The thought of money makes me mad
Why must we be paid to live a useful life?
When it doesn't matter anyway, because the robber has a knife?"

"Why must we endure such hardships as death,
When one steals another's breath?
The click of the trigger, the bark of the gun
Another one dead, hope you had fun?"

"How is grieving for a loved one
With a bullet in his head, sent forth from a gun
Any way to **** time
Whilst the killer lives on, breathing just fine?"

"I don't get how humanity lives like this
Where killing each other is because we're all misfits
All different, therefore you must die
And join those fluffy clouds up in the sky"

Oh the beautiful beast
Bringing out the worst in us all
Doing things we know we shouldnt
Spending what we couldnt

The fire that rage be
When it leads you to fall
Another stepping stone
To stand on and stall

To rid the thoughts of a much brighter day
At the price of one for certain
No cost can cover the losses
Unless she leads you

To that beautiful place

Imagine,
If you will,
The inner workings,
Of a watch.

All the tiny gears,
Gently colliding,
Slowly sliding,
Like lovers locked in dance.

All different sizes,
Shaped in their own way,
But all equally as important,
To keep constant flow.

Turning and turning,
The little ones go,
Turning the larger,
But the larger turns slow.

Their size and their speed,
Mean nothing to them,
In their own little circle,
They forever go.

They maintain their rhythm,
Their sense of immortal flow,
Then and only then,
Will the bigger things ever go.

The struggle
As real as it is
It comes from within

Ive veered astray
From a beautiful place
A garden
An Eden

And what else for
Than a filthy pleasure

The physical world
Taunts me again
Pulling me
Further within

But fear not,
My loved ones
And my love

My journey in
Is at its end
And coming forth
Is me again

Back from the depths
And twists of my mind

These are places
i dare not dwell
Today however
Ive been in hell

Trekking back now
Through the fog
Climbing up
Climbing out


Soon my love
Ill be free again