He lusts after her, just the luscious woman in flesh and blood,
she yearns for what is burning deep within him, luminant
she saw reflected in his dark eyes, when he peered at her *******,
but didn't sense the horse, overwhelmed by the scent of a mare in heat;
between heaven and earth, they stood divided,oblivious of the fact
that love is a flame that ignites only when they stand heart to heart, together.

Televising lies and I'm here painting a truth that won't be documented for people
My words aren't going to go that far
Who knows, a thousand years from now people will be looking at the stuff us writers write on this website and see it as an old testament
We're so in it and we don't even notice it
It was always about letting go of right or wrong
It was always about following your senses because they were mine
Yours
We ran on us
We ran on us
We ran on us
WE RUN ON US
On our delusions
On ourselves
Our love
Our will
Our God
Our us

Love is a roller-coaster with volatile emotions emerging from within.
To deny its existence will inevitably cause irrefutable sorrow guiltier than a sin.
Tis’ is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.
Oh, the wise words of Alfred Lord Tennyson, how you enlighten us from afar.

An unfathomable angst intertwined with a euphoric state of passion.
Caged with inaction yet stupefied by its glorious reaction.
This volatility is not confusion, you see.
I am witnessing myriad waves of emotions emerging from the abyss within me!

Is it true? Could it be?
Has my unconscious decided to compose a poetic tragedy out of me?
Triggering aloofness and indifference to the goodness it perceives?
Have I become too jaded to feel real love literally?

This tender feeling deriving from my soul,
Yearns to journey beyond the engrained barb-wired pine road.
However, the universe continues to reverse the roles.
Now it's apathy that causes the heartache of this man’s soul.

By: Michael M. De La Fuente

Placebo effect-
That's all it is.
An improper reaction to an absent chemical.
I believe it's there, oh I do,
But it isn't.
It wasn't.
It never will be.
But I will suffocate. Choke. Sputter. Convulse.
Because of the poison you injected into me.
(You never did.)
On my deathbed I blame you.
"He did this! He killed me!"
You're not capable of ******.
You'd never hurt me, right?
You said so yourself.
But you did, didn't you?
How else would I be here?
Dead, or close to it-
And no one to blame but you.
"He poisoned me!"
They'll believe me.
I warned my friends.
Told them some of the truth.
But what's the real truth?
You'd never hurt me...
But I know you would.
And every time you smiled,
Or said something sweet,
You'd slip your poison into me.
(I tell myself.)
You'd never hurt me.
I only tell myself you would.

Wake up! slumbering eyes.
Engulfed in darkness of night.
Wake up! just open your eyes.
I'll show you dream in daylight.

Try and look as far as you can.
Very far beyond the starry sea.
But if vision is entangled 'tween.
Just close your eyes and see.

Try and see far beyond stars.
Dive deep in dream, a 'delusion'.
Who knows dream may be real.
And reality just an illusion.

You come,
In colours,
That don't exist,
So I paint the stars,
With your name on it,
Hoping one day,
You will find me.

And I pray hard,
Really hope,
You will.

Her stolen heart was left unannounced at my door step
I know  the last place she would like to look for it, is this.
Yet I kept it warm and safe, with in the flannel of love
still wet with the tears she once shed,  but tattered a lot;
I'll keep it like times before, till she has the presence of mind,  
to retrace the steps to my door step, she could never forget.

This being the usual place to find her discarded heart
many come knocking my door, inquire what is it's state
plain curious they are, more of a usual ritual, familiar
"You do cradle it far too long, isn't it still a child, refusing to grow?"
I pretend ignorance, loyal to her, the heart that was once mine alone,
I'll never let down my split love,sell or barter what is left in that love
only wait for her without rancor till the tired foot fall of hers
echoes after the pale moon has risen, climbed high up in the sky,
hesitantly at last she will come to my door, find, it's again discarded,
as ever I am the only one,  her last resort, though she hates to accept.

Then she weeps leaning on my chest, grief haunts her without fail
far a while, she cries, as she limps back with her brooding heart
I go to sleep, thinking how a love once moved  mountains,
                                               ­                                              had gone waste

For tragic is just a trapped magic
Let's try harder to break the cage
Where it dwells in
Just like the hopes packed
In a coffin

So come all jolly lads
and whimsical princesses

take out your torches under the streetlights
for the lamps have withered out
and nothing can save you
except what you believe in the unseen

so come all jolly ladies
and whimsical princes

dance with the revenant before they vanish
for nothing can be done unless
you succumb to the delusion
and the foul mess you created
for the purpose of self-destruction

So join in morticians and
Men of desolated sorority

Grab out your shovels to dig up the magic
Stolen by the faeries of the day that reside
In the caverns of gloom and doom
Where trickery binds our wrists
And lead us to the dead-end

Painted with magic

And will be painted again for ever more
With our tragic fate of trapped magic

So I say,
“Come, come, jolly lads
And whimsical princesses
Join in, morticians and
Men of desolated sorority
For nothing can be done unless
You have something to hold on in life
In darkness or in light
Visions of hell or heaven
Deluded or disillusioned”