He speaks of sunken treasures the way no other man
The map of his essence is drawn in the stars
His smile of gold ride out the waves
The moon is pulled by the prestige of his masculine art
With great pleasure, your heart now sits in a glass case

His love lavishes making every moment memorable
This gentleman cultivates you from every direction
Your blood rises to his flirtatious ego
His eyes, manipulate you, invade every dream,
Endless lust, pulled by the enigma of dragon dust wind
Falling flowers of forgetfulness, when lost in his touch
He endures, he breathes in ways you can't resist

Uttered words easily wrap around your heart
In a game of trust, his lips persuade another kiss
Like a syndrome, you babble and drool ---- stepping all over yourself
You are naught more than a fool in love,
Trusting , believing every golden word spoken from his lip
you are lost in an undeniable bliss
he endures, he breathes in ways you cant resist

Do You Know


Do you know a life of loneliness and one filled with pain,
living a life with nothing to gain,
Surrounded by darkness, overwhelmed with shame.
A life without peace with no one to blame.

Do you know of a place unseen,
A place that holds only shattered dreams,
A place filled with sorrow with no end in sight,
I am given this gift each and every night.

Do you know of a place so cold,
This is the place I call my soul,
A place without hope or comforting dreams,
A life not worth living wouldn't it seem.

Do you know of a life that should have never been,
And the feeling that today this life has to end.
One more day of sadness is much too hard to bear,
I am tired of living a life of heartache and despair.

Do you know a person with so much pain inside,
Or the feeling of loneliness when no one hears your cries,
Maybe when the tears are gone and I can clearly see,
The only question left will be...

DO YOU KNOW ME

everything is fiction. When you tell yourself the story of your life, the story of your day, you edit and rewrite and weave a narrative out of a collection of random experiences and events.          
Your conversations are fiction.
Your friends and loved ones—they are characters you have created.
And your arguments with them are like meetings with an editor—please, they beseech you, you beseech them, rewrite me.

You have a perception of the way things are, and you impose it on your memory, and in this way you think, in the same way that I think, that you are living something that is describable
.
When of course, what we actually live, what we actually experience—with our senses and our nerves—is a vast, absurd, beautiful, ridiculous chaos.

When you look at me
I am someone different
I let my walls down
And I wish like on birthday candles
You would stay with me
Cause I don't want to eat my cske alone

Don't live in fear of what you don't understand
you never know it might tear u apart
Listening to that small insignificant voice in your head
Might get you  killed or worse...incapable of loving.
Loving anyone who ventures to close.
The sun stops shining in hopes of your return
The moon weeps a pool of ivory
And yet there is still the voice inside your head
Here is your heart
The voices have the dart
Conflicted boy
Crying in pain
No one hears you
The voices in vain
What was left of you is locked behind these  walls
Tormented and worthless
The voices want you dead
Why live through the hell
That's inside your head?
crying for just a glimpse of what could have been
they want your soul
they want sweet sin
conflicted boy
crying in pain
no one fears you
yet no one stares
it doesn't hate
yet it doesn't care
it wants you dead
why live through the hell
inside your head?......

Iv never had a taste in my mouth so bitter
Your kiss means nothing,cause u were barely there.
I see in those eyes hidden story
Of lust and betrayal
I'm scared to turn the page
What chapter will come next?

If I keep crying
The world might flood
Take comfort in the little things
The ones that keep me sane
Now that u are gone
There is no one to blame
For these permanent scars invisible to the naked eye
These scares that need stitching
Waveged welts, dark bruises
Crusting over,thick as rue
I had the knife in my palms,now you have it in your back
Who did it,not the defenseless guy,who would believe that?
U won the battle but I won the war
Now that I'm free
There are no strings on me
So these scares are not  sewn
But they give way to a new start
One with out tears and a broken heart
No more crying
This world is broken enough