Our skins fell before the moon
Where only flesh finds itself
Crimson drops and drips
Wet with desire
A hunger
Tongues dance, teeth nip
The grating of your skin
The heady scent of death and rebirth
The smooth sweet lapping
Gluttony
The moon casts shadows upon
A golden meeting
Reverie
As I kissed what should not be kissed
And you ate what was not supper
A kiss for love
A kiss for desire
And a kiss for hunger
We died and were reborn

Don't be afraid
It's only love
& this is only a guideline

& this is only me placing my emotional worth on the line
I mean, no big deal, right?

What does it say about someone who places such high value
on short term happiness?

That's dangerous
& it's a danger, to us

I remember speeding through those traffic lights
Pulling those same stunts
So familiar
& warm
& fun

& dangerous
This is a danger, to us.

because once you suffer from depression
it may belive you .
it throws you in a dark room
leaves you there all confused & emotionless
you become paranoid not knowing what to do.
one line , two lines & three
the blade is in my skin .
four lines , five lines & the sixth
the blade has cut me deep .

depression came by like a naughty neighbour
who was just in time for brunch
hence he only popped in to say hello
but he knew he was here to say .
and when the food ran out ,
he started feeding on my happiness .

every season felt like a winter morning
depression became a tendant that
never payed rent , but occupied even
the basement of my smile .

depression will be there right next to me
but aren't we looking for somebody
to be there for us ?

I am not the author of my thoughts nor am I the poet whose poems you read.
I am only a vessel through which life exists; a witless witness of what befalls this body and mind.
Please excuse my false pride,
Forgive me my claims of titles and names.
I am merely the ghost in the machine within which I experience taste, touch, sight, smell and the chaos of clarity of mind.  
I once knew with the certainty of the lost that I was the master of this universe,
Now I bow my head in pious recognition of defeated acceptance. Life is not to be lived,
Life is to be survived.
Free will is a conception of man's need and desire for order in a land where particles too small to be seen or felt rule with the supremacy of god.
We are nothing more than fish in the sea unaware of the ebbs and flows of the ocean around us in response to a moon we cannot even conceptualize.
There is peace in that thought;
If you can accept your insignificance you will realize how little that lost love matters for what is love but a micro atomic reaction to a cosmic event that happened light years from earth,
In which you were the victim of a joke you can't even understand.

The thunder-storm of my deepest, darkest blues but at the same time my peace, my calmest of oceans.
With him my highs are complete.
my very own overdose of intoxicating substance, bought highs that's only cheap thrills,
this high can last a life time
but when the high is gone I feel all shades of blue but the lows are worth the intoxication. It's not a bond worth breaking.

how can he be my strength and weakness right at the same time?
how can the negatives and positives be entwined?
this bittersweet love, this mandarin-oranges juice that drips right on my tongue.
this pineapple juice with bits situation, this bittersweet love.
this bittersweet love, filled my plain canvas with colour, fresh wounds are open.
this colour palette of cut up feelings and emotions that gives my black and white canvas colour, love.

this bittersweet love, you're my good morning and good night,
my hello and my goodbye,
you're my random smile,
my dark knight,
the one who has my soul
you're my bus journey thought, my topic of conversation, you're my...do I look right? Do I feel right?

you're  my depression,
you're my sadness
and my question why.
you're my confusion
but all my answer are found in you. You're my death trap
but you're the only one that can save me.
it's a catch 22 and that's all on you, that's the predicament you put me in but you're willing to save me, right?
you're that overdose,
that high,
this bittersweet love
The lows are worth intoxication
It's a bond not worth breaking

By Cheyanne Ntangu

Your voice feels like silk caressing my skin
Goosebumps emerge from my pores when you say my name

...the way you say my name

Fantasized scenarios of myself blossoming for you with my body becoming one with yours underneath hidden heavens

I'm a damsel in distress and wanting you would be selfish of me
If only I were a goddess or queen
Nobody's affection would compare to mines
My Hercules

-k.v