When I am alone, and I know that no one will hear me
I still cry

I see it all laid out before me.
I wanted someone to hold
Love, appreciate, entertain, and comfort
and the same I sought in return.

You gave me that when you
moved that first pawn into place
And from there, everything was set
You checkmated me

And then went to play with someone else
without so much as a "Good game"

A fire set between Lovers, smoldering
Incinerating a hole through their pure
Intentions juxtaposed to coveting
Above all else: More

Not a solitude of atrophy sprouting
In the cracks, but a flowering of beauty
in this segmented, quartered tissue.
The glued on perfection of self control: Dissolved

Lust for this temple to crumble and
Reunite, lessen this Schism of
Lovers betrayed by Lovers
Strengthen our bonds: Repair

The poetry of this divide, ineffable
Solace flooding the fields and drowning
Compassion in silence, untold
Stories of the Abyss: Secrets

Flecks of gold in blue, rarity defined
By the lies between Lovers
Thoughts of Amber, silica resin
Trapping, binding the Chasm: Imprison

Imperial, consolidating facts surfacing
From overturned, plowed dirt
Covering Lovers graves, coffins
of sleeping Emotion: Un-Waking

Life from Lovers veins, to
Lovers heart.

Schism.

Divide.

It will forever separate us, Love.

I am thoughtful, I dont speak unless I feel the need.
And with most people I dont.
Im observant, to the point of being creepy. :P
I watch people, not in a perverted or wrong way
I watch them to see how they act, and what their doing.
I am socially  illiterate, Im extremely awkward with people
So I watch others to try to figure out what to do.

Im realistic, both optimistically and pessimistically depending on the circumstance
I think in logical cycles "If not this then that." "If not that, then this." and so on.
Despite all the logic and awkward social standing, I do have a sense of humor
It is sometimes crude, or overly complex but it is there.
And my friends tend to enjoy it as well.

I love to learn, anything everything anytime all the time.
Which is one of the reasons Im observant. I learn primarily through watching.
Though reading is just as easy for me.
Listening is not however.
I still want so much more knowledge though, and life is so short.
"He's a genius" is all I've heard since I was in 3rd grade.
I hate it.
I am not a genius, I learn easy and have good recall and intuition.
A genius is someone who can solve a problem in a hundred different ways
Im smart, but Im not a genius.

Im an artist in every sense. As this not-really-poem shows.
Its why I joined this site. I love poetry.
I love reading and writing, and I'm good at both.
I love painting and any kind of visual art.
I like shuffle dancing, its constant motion which plays
into my hyper moods. - I consider dancing art (Im not sure if it actually is though)

And finally.
Music.
Music is everything to me, Its what I do when I have emotions I need to deal with
I literally talk to my instruments when I play them - Yes I know that is weird. :d
I can play most instruments, not all. But most.
My favorite is the guitar, then piano, then any other stringed instrument.
Then any woodwind instrument - which is something Ive always wanted to learn to play.

Words, endless omniscient syllables to describe all
Continue to press this burning steel of Knowledge
into my eyes, until they sizzle and evaporate
and show me what only those dead can know

Symphony wrote in whispers beside my bed
From an ethereal mouth, a Demon with white wings
Pale complexion.
A crimson eye, with a cross shaped pupil
An ice blue eye, with no pupil

A
L
E
C
E

A name I have not spoken in a year
A name that strikes my heart
And ignites a strange electricity on my skin
A name I invoke this night

Comforting Caretaker. Peaceful Mother.
Passionate Lover, Faithful Friend.
Loyal Servant. Fair Queen.
Demon Goddess I worship and praise

A
L
E
C
E

To you a tribute, my blood, my life.
To you a tribute, my music and art
To you a tribute, my writings and skills
To you.
To you.

Alece, my friend and companion.
I name you here in immortal ink
poured from the blood in my heart,
through the faucet of my fingers.

You will live in my heart until I die,
And you will live forever here until all else ceases.

Serenity in self, like a star burning in the atmosphere
is neither calm nor is it simple. Despite its looks.

A shadow does not simply 'want' to be dark
it is a requirement, otherwise our secrets would show.

Facing down your own problems is not bravery,
finding a stranger and asking "how can I help?" is.

This blank [      ] is your life. No, it is not 'empty'
It is simply free to be filled with whatever you wish.

When taking into account exactly what we are....
it is amazing we... think, cognate, live, feel. Everything.
And yet, we are simply just a sum of our parts. Much
like this poem is a sum of characters on a screen.
Dead, in-animate, un-moving.
And yet, it is alive, and others like it have the power to move.

What is life, and what defines a right to give or take it?

My Happy, the thought of you is my smile
Your crystalline eyes shine my joy
And your heart beats my euphoria

My Happy, you are the life in my veins
You are the the sunrise to my night
The exalted thing that makes life right

My Happy, the notes of my song
The key of my melody
You are mine, Dearest Happy
And I yours.