I don't want blind love
I want love that sees me
Love that knows the naked me

I don't want unconditional love
I want love that's condition is me
Love that wouldn't exist without me

I don't want free love
I want love that costs me
Love that I buy with the best of me

I want a picky kind of love

She'll take you to Heaven But give you Hell

Listen to the calmness
the tranquility of this place
where spirit waves are restless
hungering for your embrace
I wish you’d see me crying
Because hearing me is too late
You left in such a hurry
You didn’t even bother to check
If I had ate
It was all of a sudden
You decided you needed a break
It’s been almost fifteen years
But why does my heart still ache?
In the muteness of our chaos
We’ve lost the right to say
We’ve lost the right to speak
For resentment’s sake  
We simply stay
Vengeance has a purpose
And anger has a name
Be careful of her stillness
I’d recommend you stay awake.

I,
invisible black hole
that I am
barely a fidget
or graceful movement
as I stand
attract only the
lack there of
genuine interest
and reluctant glance
from people too
busy pretending to be
occupied
in a mundane trance
I,
a super catastrophic nova
of social proportions
only watch from
the corner of my eyes
hesitant to interrupt
these paranoid distortions
called **** sapiens
as they corrupt
the simple art
of sipping coffee from
a cup.

The low yellow
moon above the
Quiet lamplit house.

The wind blows amongst the trees,
It pushes her down to her knees,
She hasn’t been having the urge to live,
Cant let the pain go like flour in a sieve,
But every night the wind returns,
No one knows or has concerns.

They forgot about her once she left,
He stole her heart like a petty
theft,
But he is just a simple boy,
After all the easy and simple girls,
He turned her heart to a plastic toy,
Breaking her down behind innocent curls.

Broken barriers expose her heart,
He has mastered this psychotic art,
And left her laying out in the rain,
Soaked and drench in her sorrow and pain.