I'm feeling your hands
trickling like sand,
fingertips ticking
across my hour glass hips.
I'm feeling your lips
with its gentle kiss,
tickling my neck
and shoulder bits.
I'm feeling your chest
your heart beating so fast,
a tiny rib cage drum
making its music.
I'm feeling your love
the way it fills me up,
and like a tipping cup
it's too much.

*I'm feeling too much.

These urges are getting stronger,
Becoming harder and harder to fight.
I thought I was strong,
But I am weak
I'm craving the pain,
The blood.
I thought I was better
But this overwhelming wave
Of sadness
Is back in full force
And I'm addicted to the pain
Giving in to the urges is inevitable
It's easier this way.

The arousing emotional fiber of first love
An exhilarating love at first sight
A bittersweet painful passion
An overwhelmingly deep love
Gentle as a summer gust
Fierce and chilling as the ice cliffs
That is the way your love is to me
Universal as life itself

Purple sheets of petal,
Softly glowing in the dark
Of almost night.

Softly touching my cheek,
the enveloping cloud
surrounds me like a neon cloak.

I can see your face
reflecting in an overflowing
purple pool of mist.

And petals gently plopping,
enveloping the image
of your loveliness.

(Jacaranda madness)

Ripped jeans,
And beneath: torn ligaments
Fractures, bruises, scratches.
The pain, is no longer prevailing.

Such a thought to think you can't think
of anything worse.
Such a situation to be in.

Standing, leaning, slumping.
Collapsing, wallowing, lying.

Cold coffee,
Still warmer than your heart
that has grown colder than the Arctic in the winter.

One of these days,
we shall look back and laugh.
Tears joyously trickling down our cheek.
We'll wipe them aside and resume our stories
of which are filled with sorrow, yet shine brighter than ever.

We kissed under moon  .  .  .
Pox of stars grew flowering,
  .  .  .  Nightshade of her lips.

~The girl is so pretty, pretty is she,
She's popular, popular maybe.
The guy is so sweet, sweet is he.
He's popular, popular definitely.
The girl has so many wrapped around her finger.
Her rollercoaster eyes take you by surprise.
The guy has everyone wrapped around his finger.
His dazzling shine, he's everyone's wanted Valentine.
She sees him one summer day,
He is clueless of what to say.
She laugh because he is so funny.
He's proud to make her happy.
He tells her, "I love you,"
She asks him, "Is it true?"
He replies with a kiss,
The kiss that was suppose to last forever.
She loved him.
She was there everyday.
She loved him in every which way.
As his popularity increased,
his love for her decreased.
She thought they had a future,
She dreamed of him always,
The day she could say "You are mine."
But little did she know,
He will come and go.
Popular boys aren't who to aim for.
They'll leave a mark on you when their love is washed away by the tides.