i want to watch you dance
the dance of life
& the dance of love
i want my words
to move you
to places you've never been to before
right out of your comfort zone
and into the depths of your heart
i want every line
to kiss your cheeks
to brush you hair
to take your breath
to swoon your soul

i want to write of your radiance
dance in your divinity
and hold you till infinity
i want to undress your body
your mind
& your soul
until you are naked and cold
and then i wanna wrap you up in me
in all my warmth
in all my love
and create a hurricane of heat
so passionate
it makes the walls tremble
it makes our lips
and our hips
and our legs
tremble
in untamable desire & lust

i want to fill you with feelings & thoughts
of pure ecstasy
i want to keep you from sleep
to make love to you breathlessly
my body's a temple
where i worship you blessedly
to service your beauty
is my passion fueled destiny

It hurts to know
That one day
You will leave me
And much sooner
Then is fair
And much sooner
Then either of us
Could ever want

I want to be
In my golden years
With my best friend
To have you in my life
Until the cold, quiet, end
But alas I cannot
Because time cannot stop

It seems like a cruel thing
To do to your heart
To get into these kinda relationships
With inevitable heartache at the end
But I've never learned so much
About patience, compassion, loyalty
Or laughed so hard
Then I have with you

I would do it all again
It just hurts to know
That you won't be there for it all
That one day
Our time together will be up
And I'll have to feel the pain
Of watching you leave this earth

I can't picture life without you
But one day I'm gonna have to
One day all your kisses will be gone
And there will be nobody
To warm my spot in bed
And nobody
To greet me in the morning
Or protect me in the night
And that just ain't right
No that just ain't right

so many people walking around
with skeletons in their closets
too afraid to share their stories
of being used
of being broken
of their innocence being stolen
in fear of rejection
in fear that they will become
those horrific moments
that they will be reduce to
or defined by
the moment that in their eyes
ruined them
that moment they feel
they were forever changed

so many people walking around
with skeletons in their closets
and all us
have our wicked addictions
to anything that takes away our pain
the pain of living
in such a twisted,
misunderstood world
all of us **** drunk
on the idea
that we can distract ourselves
with shiny things
and hide ourselves
in huge houses
and that these things
will make others love and accept us
because god knows we cant do that ourselves

& god knows that the dark spaces
in the backs of our minds
are filled will enough shame
and disappointment
in ourselves & in others
and in this thing called life
that if we don't constantly
feed ourselves with ***,
and spending
and drugs
it will take over all the space in our minds
& eat us alive

we look for someone, anyone
who will validate us
in the way we so desperately need
someone to say
you are beautiful
and worth all the love i can give
because we just can't say it that ourselves
and we find ourselves
so dependent on people
to give us our worth and value
we become so dependent
so needy, its becomes toxic
and somebody ends up suffocating

our life becomes a series
of crash and burn stories
of rising in love elation
and drug addiction
and then falling at their mercy
falling into their despair
but we use it all
just as bad as we were used
it gives us a reason
to not face our demons
to not clean our closets
to not face our fears
but as time goes on i wonder
which would be easier
to be continuously tangoing
with other peoples demons
or to finally just go home
and face my own.

all i can do
is write about you
how you make me think
how you make me feel
about this world
about myself
about love
all i can do is write
and silently pine
hoping that we cross paths
hoping that we brush skins
and hoping that the marching band
that is my heart
cannot be seen
through this transparent flesh
cannot be heard
over my nervous laughter & words
i must curb my enthusiasm
restrain my my heart
subdue my urges
before i find myself
where i always find myself
spinning out of control
into passionate madness
losing all sense of myself
that isn't drenched in love
recklessly whirl-winding
until i am so far gone
so high up
that i can only see stars
that i can only hear birds
and boy do i live for those feels
i would give anything
to feel something real
something good
something pure
like a new born, or a new home, or a new love.
to feel new again,
to feel me again.

but the thing is.....
when you always hang out in the clouds
what goes up must always comes down
one moment i can see all the world
through rosy love blind eyes
the next moment i am plummeting
right out of the sky
and i hit the ground so hard
i eat the ******* dirt
and hell does it hurt
more then anything ever did
over and over again
and the impact like a meteor
that once shot through the sky
in such magnificent beauty
that people would make wishes as it passed by
left such a massive whole
in the earth
& in my heart
a hole so deep that it would be forever called art
and i am left at the bottom of it
in the darkness of it
waiting for a pair of eyes to see me
waiting for a pair of hands to need me,
to reach me, and pull me back out
of my self-inflicted ruins & heartache
to remind me of how good it feels
to love & be loved again
& sometimes it tempting to stay
in the predictability
and assured stability
of my deep dark hole
but how do you say no
to such sparkling eyes
to such a warm smile
how could you say no
when the hands of love
want to lift you up
i have never been able

they call it falling in love
but that's never really the case
you see falling is what you do
when the love starts to leaves you
you fall from high to low
your pulse falls
your tears fall
your eye lids fall
your heart falls
from your chest to your stomach
where it then turns into a piece of heavy dark coal
that just weighs you down wherever you go
everything you built together falls
but at least then
you are then put in a position
to make yourself better
because with enough pain & pressure
that coal that is now your heart
has the potential to become a diamond
but it really should be called soaring in love
or sky rocketing in love
or floating in love
because that's how it really feels
just always give yourself time to heal
time to shine or unwind
until you feel fine
or the next time you'll be soaring
with damaged goods

yes all i can do is wait
and write
and sit & pine
hoping that we cross paths
hoping that we brush skins
hoping to be born again
& with each time i fail,
it hurts a little bit more
but i know there's still people
who are worth falling for

My brain is constantly dissecting & rearranging words.
Thinking up rhymes & synonyms & puns for things.
Switching letters around to form different sounds or taking 2 words and fusing them together to create a new super word.
Just constantly breaking them down and moving them around and analyzing all the things I can do with them and ways I can use them.
It never stops it's just how my brain is wired, especially when I'm feeling inspired.
It feels like I have a thesaurus, a dictionary, a joke book, a rhyme generator, a half finished poem and a game a scrabble opened & operating at all times haha.
The ol thought factory's been workin overtime and late nights lately.

the world is just not romantic enough for me
which is why i must constantly turn it to poetry

i want more love
more passion
more empathy
more romance
and more wine
i want to dance with the divine
until the end of time
and seize this wondrous moment of mine

i want people dancing in the streets
under a spotlight made of moonlight

i want birds singing me awake every day
after dreaming of sensual delights all night

i want strangers laughing & holding hands
just because they are headed in the same direction

i want beggars on the streets to have their pockets filled
because people just won't stop giving
and so maybe they can ask for real change instead

i want tears falling from blissful eyes
and kindness used a s a currency

i want laughter to be the music we make
and music that is always playing the notes we need to feel
in the background of all our experiences
transmitting from stars that children whisper wishes to at night

i want hands clapping for all the lovers high above
and for all the heartbroken who were crushed by love

i want cups raised for the riskers and tryers
the fallen and the flyers,
for the chance takers, and the luck makers,
and for those who just brighten up the night
with their own righteous light

i want all the wine to be drank all of the time
and i want nothing left to wear but nakedness

i want our eyes to only see through passion & compassion coloured glasses
and our own skin seen and worn as the most beautiful of fashions

i want everyone to be in a love affair with nature & with themselves

i want a life lived in romance and nothing els.

i have an immense urge to help
a relentless need to give
an incurable desire to heal
and a undying will to love

you can't stop me
i can't even stop me
please somebody stop me