See the candle's wick endure the flame, much like the shoulders that bare the strain.

Lost in a darkness we never sought, learned to wage a war we never fought.

Consciousness locked inside our fleeting dreams, held deeply within ancient genetic streams.

Continued life is water over flowing, hoping to find a path of deeper knowing.

The lip does bleed while on the hook, late is the bait for which we didn't look.

Trapped in the cages of catastrophes, My wings, flutter in hopes to fly in the
blue skies once again.
Dealing with the blight of long-ago,
Fighting the agony.

The whisper of my voice deafens the sound of the loud,
Yet those words were as quiet as the heart that beats no sound.

The thoughts of failure echoed in my mind,
And with heartaches and dejections, it leaves me blind.

Sometimes, I’m the artic wind,
Which whistles through the desert, breaking the night.
And sometimes, I’m the highest tide
Majestic yet so destructive with a crucial sight.

I wish upon the moon, and I count upon the stars.
For the path, I want to walk on with pride-light and a spark.

I know...

Somewhere along this stormy way,
Lies the hope- untold
That I'd never give up on, they say.
For the truth is crystal clear, and bold.

she slides her slender
white fingers down the
branches of his spine

her eyes melted like
glaciers and lips as soft
as freshly fallen snow

skin lustful, but heart
unforgiving, exhaling
his every intention

she is autumn in his
palms, her trees bare,
the leaves rust fallen

flashing indifference,
thoughts plucked in
shades of violent rose