If you want recognition, buy it!
Wow, I guess all of my poems are going to
"****" from here on, but I will still "post them"
Anyway, because they are worthy of their own existence,
And I've got nothing against writing my feelings,
Real fame is brought about by skill, not monetary expense.

An era has been marked
as we gaze upon a burning sky
reigning with fiery rainfall
spat like bursts of anger
reducing calm lands to
wild orange rampancy.

Seeker I would be
for that final person in our final moment
yet overtaken I am
to the walls a newly traumatized world conjures

Cross once, for a moment
and the end shall bitterly meet me.

Surrounded I become
finality in my isolation
a warmth normally fulfilling
now stings beyond comprehension
one of objective peace knows not
of true pain before subjection.

now final loss
is speaking close
i don't know how
but here it is
and fallen clouds
that cannot float
lie scattered on the ground

i look up at the
brazen curve

the ancient cage
of stifled gleams
beats into me

and just before the end
it's all a dream
i cannot seem to
understand

the fire of my heart is hot
but coldness sits inside
and rots
the heartache

why the places that i see?
what is here for me?

beyond the ashen hill
i cannot find
the final resting place
i've left behind

before the void comes can you tell
which way the wind blows

or is it just
a silent stillness
on the land
of iron hills and fallen clouds
and solid sky above?

tell me the answers
that i seek to know

perhaps i'll see
the secrets of
my mystery

or else i'll find in something stolen
answers for a broken mind
to feast on
in the day

at night they ****


but trust me, i don't want to die

Resting in peace, here are those
Who have got, no self to loose
A silent aura, enshrouding this cemetery
Retires them, from life' s *****

What is it, that they want to tell us
Are they really left, or present among us
Whatever they will be doing, in their afterlife
Surely they shed their divine blessings, upon us

A layman writes this rhyme, while having a gaze at it
His heart will always be lit, by a light
Of respect, which everyone should follow, for their sakes too
As this is the ending, of every individual bit


|AB|

Goodbye, its easy to say.
Leaving, its easy to walk away.
Yet you return.
Too late and the same.
Unbend-able and unchanged.
With the same phrase.
Approach that does not vary.
Makes me grow so wary.
Our love will never carry.
Forward into a future.
With a foundation full of fissures.
And too many problems to consider.
When you should not be.
They way you are.
Letting me be the one to carve.
Your love into the walls.
That surround my heart.

Hoping for forever
Wishing for the best
Wanting to tie the knot
And together build our nest

But we’re gonna Chris Brown crawl to love
So that we know that it’s right
I can’t even see our end
I can’t even picture one fight

Perfect in each other’s eyes
And that’s when we get humble
But let’s put our worries aside
And just get ready to rumble

Your hand in mine
My heart in yours
The L word is what
This poem refers

I hope these poems and letters
Make your memory box complete
So I would be the last suitor
That you’ll ever have to meet.

The mirror stares back at me
It stares, it sees
It wants a hug, to speak with me
But not even it worries
I gave my final smile to my reflection
It didn't smile back
I said goodbye to my reflection
It didn't say goodbye back
I raised the gun to my head
The reflection didn't tell me to put it back
I saw my love with my reflection
No, no
At this point, there is no going back
*And for thee, I will kiss the sky

Why was I obsessed over you?
You hurt me, and that's the only thing that's true.
So now, I transform my sadness.
I'm sorry about your troubles.
They will drive you to madness.
But now I won't be sad,
Wounded,
Insecure.
I HATE you.
My anger at all the things that you do.
And now I couldn't care less
Because my sadness has been transformed.
I am fearless.

I can feel it.
My heart severing all emotional ties.
Don't worry--you won't feel the hit,
And soon my absence won't be a surprise.

The crippling pain of betrayal
Drowns our past.
It was nothing, unintentional--
Yet this wicked storm has snapped the mast.

Merci beaucoup--
We had a lovely fling.
But it's thanks to you
My bulletproof-glass-encased heart can't feel a thing.