I count my roses
before I go to sleep
Next day, I woke up, to one missing
A bit down, a bit blue,
Let them be, let them rest
it must have been
a thief's gift for his lover

-Kaya

sometimes i wonder ,
what would i be if i never met you
would my heart be on fire ,
anticipating to find out who
who will be the misterious theif
that will steal my heart
and make me beleive
the existence of a *sweet love

Sorry, I'm giving up poetry
to become a full-time thief
and spend all my time
stealing your kisses...

  ~mce

I saw the sparkle in your eyes
And I took it the sure sign
You loved me- it was in your smile
I thought you'd be there, stay awhile.
I thought I lost you, very near.
Never, never again dear.
Long as you want, you're mine forever.
In your arms I find my shelter.

We're young now but we won't be always.
Our lives will end on our last days.
I want you to be there as I close my eyes
And leave this body, my disguise.
When I am wrinkled, grey, morose
You will be my beauty's dose.
When my bones are waste and I can't do much
You will be my comforting touch.

My love, my joy, my peace and protection
Never doubt my great affection
For you my knight, my theif, my own;
This heart I give you is not a loan.
So hold me now, forever then
For my love for you will never end.
Take these words, let them sink in
And know me now and my soul therein.

Squeaking sneakers squealing as the smoker squelched across the slippery shiny surface.
Sweat slipping off the smokers snout as the law chased. Oliver the overweight officer was overly panting but gained no advantage. Had he finally met his match?
Safe and sound in a storage facility the smoker stayed silent.
Oliver smashed the smoker across the kisser. He'd smelt out his prey by the stench resonating from the smokers smelly socks.

let me be original

let me show the world what i am made of.
I was told living
was all about not becoming
some print out that came out
of the copy machine
but some limited adittion
with a copywrite stamp
on the backside.

my brain is not some archetype
for you to fill the spaces of.
i'm not some idea bank you can
go to and pick out of when you're feeling
ų̠̈̔ n͍̈̇͜ i̘̺̐̅ n̗̜̽̓ s̼̜͠͠ p͎̱͂͆ ĭ̼̠̋ ȓ̺͕̕ e̢͙͐̎ d͎̯̀͐
i do not crave for fads but indivduality
that you destroy within the hours of release;
not even letting the *** simmer before
you douse it in flames.
my innovation nothing but a trend
no one knows the origins of.

i am not some carbon copy
so stop making me into one

Memory is gone
Like a chunk of my heart
Feelings are numb
Emotions I shun
Love has wasted
Failures I’ve tasted
Memory is shattered
Deadliest glass
Veil I wear
True self truly masked
Best actress award
Goes to me
Kidnapped life
Stolen identity