Please, mind my drive,
I'd rather realize a thought than the road.
Off-beaten paths
Even over every pothole
Wherever the steed would stake me
A limitless travel

Say, when will our cars also be boats ?

reasons for a relationship
sharing the shame

She would bark at me when wanting love.
I would come close she would run away.
the nature of us all, sometimes she'd try biting me.
Fight or flight, i looked to calm, yet no way around another's fear
(the opposite of love)
but maybe through it?
I figured to bond, she saw what I saw as her potential,
She fought for the attention that was accepted from another (that acceptance key to a heaven indeed). Attacking her brother, her eyes said, "was i right ? was i wrong? Should i try another?".
Trying to show you its acceptable to be on her level.
"Sure ill come" i said with poised humility,
Because i still loved you the same, always as equals. again
Id come, youd run, id throw you a bone,
I had loved to see you as you had grown, love not lacked, brought it back(look she knew how to do that!), pride's layers overlapped of every sense of touch, god I loved that, as I pet your hair back.
Never expressed how much i was impressed,
But still then after, id love in my way to show you it made my day, you would run.
you wanted to still be in my focus, for i think it made you stronger, you were the enemy, reflected that hurt me as I'd hurt another.
i had made a vow to never try to harm another.
Our possible deeds natured in weeds. Possible age of love to still be seen. And when you fought me itd hurt me, and id leave in defeat; you, barking behind me. And maybe one day you wont see me the monster you see me. Maybe one day we could love so freely. But for now it seems we both are on matural's leave.
I just wish i could communicate for you to comprehend, and im sorry my heart feels too heavy for anything to rend.

I keep trying to let go of my ego
but it keeps holding me back
I wonder if she'd go
if it didn't happen like that

It seems we can't escape it
my mind is here for the time being
it seems we'll never sedate it
ill just listen to my heart beating

leave me alone
or leave me in company
either way nothing will be
solved, I couldn't even tell
where I should even be involved

Place me where I may
place me where I should
Place me where it's best
Where I'd be better misunderstood

Why does it even matter?
Just keep me in the throes
of this weird life
and hope I do good
along the way.

you are love to me,
and love is every single thing in this existense.
seriously not unlike to God.
letting go of you.
is letting go of love.
letting go of everything.

it is an extremely difficult thing.
it all, not unlike to death.

yet,
the need of, and the life is there after, it.
not unlike to heaven.
the beauty there, it is awe incarnate.
a land where life and love, they
live after death.
every day,
all in the every single right way.
in the grandest possibility imaginable.

aswell,
love is my nothing.
as everything would entail this,
this nothing.
what comes of it?
but, everything?

Love,
it is eternal.
sleep, it is my nothing.
everything, it is my day.

the nightmares,
you must awake.
I pray there is happiness in your hearts.

dearly departed
  a reincarnation of you

my furnace enflamed
  until it spread through the seams

my pheonix arose
  through my errant dreams
that at some times render nightmares.

my wings spred but
my heart froze,
my mind was blinded,
in wait for your touches
my limbo grew
drifting alone.

i just couldn't even imagine
        a world without you
              in it

there's a million different people we can be.
i only desire to be the one closest to who you are.

looking for the worst.
but
finding the best.

low tone
to
high tone

sad
to
happy

hell
to
heaven

fear
to
love

death
to
life

­twisted
to
cyclic

imprisoned
to
freedom

ugly
to
beautiful

psyc­**
or
savior

The pen is an instrument.
Like I am an instrument to
  rhythm.
Therefore my instruments
are rhythm's.                        I don't even
Therefore the pen is            feel like I'm
rhythm writing.                   the one
Everyone that's with my    writing
heart, watch as pen slides  these
to rhythm.                            writings.
I wish for no credit to
myself,
        rather the rhythm.
       The music of movement inspires me.

God speaks through the dance
of life.

if i had you by my side
   i could accomplish everything.
with you in heart
i could accomplish anything.

read my poems upon death
and that's where I'll be.
searching for light
through
sanctifiying flames.
and just when I'm going,
I'll be guided by my mother's
merciful grace.

Insecurities

All fit for security

To our own frailties

you opened my heart,
you held the key.

looks can be decieving,
and logic can be revealing.

respect for those that believe love
can only be all good.

i shall be a pillar
that you can lean on.
one that
may try to sell you something sweet.

your name used
to rock me asleep.
slowly but surely,
id sleep so sweet.

this was a list of
lovers, each so
unique.
the list has been
lost, in time,
it did deplete.

to find my relief,
i dream; i glide.
a warm summer
sky above scattered
clouds so high,
I feel the wind
like an embrace;
effaced upon
the glory of
freedom's estate.

I could use
a true touch,
sure.
but i don't
want much of
anything
more.
ive been
gone enough
to not expect
anything- sure.
ive been alone
enough to survive
without its allure.

dark clouds and thunder
yet not a single drop falls
it's all in my head

the power of being humble
always seems to forfeit my
control to some refractory
pulse that teaches me such
great yet subtle things.

the wind's grace,
the sound's space,
and the magnetic poles
that continually favor
a spiral-
drawing lines
in my sand.

be wary of your power.
use it only for what you want, or what you need, the most.

A sultry wine night
Spent with a beautiful girl
brash kiss ends smooth jazz

A drug will work its way into your ego

An illusionist this virgo.

Toying with every string you attach yourself to.

Vile.

Pungent to puke.

For one it comforts.

For another,  cohort

anger comes from ignorance.
not knowing the answers frustrates
us to no end.

the difference between missing and kissing
is just one letter.

☆       difference of the work
the ^ of a pencil over a pen
is the erasure of mistake
̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶d̶i̶f̶f̶e̶r̶e̶n̶c̶e̶  over
̶c̶r̶o̶s̶s̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶o̶u̶t̶  a strike-through. ☆

waiting for word
from the Sun,
in a sentence of night,
which is so ruthless and told
who and what is so wrong
on this world we die on.

come down, oh, Sun.
So that I may feel your warm embrace,
so that I may enlighten the brighter reflective truth, I mirrored from your greatness, away from the dark family lies spread by self-righteous rotten eyes and ears. Holding on to modesty trying not to **** for the murdered cousin inside, all while I am painted but villian of night.

My vengeance will taste of kindness.

There's a lot of power in not doing what someone knows you are capable of.

I dreamt of you in lonely Mantua.
Outside my door as I had seen you once before.
Your aura slowly leaking through my home's walls filling the air in a loving daze- I stirred up in its steamy cloud.
Outside I went, outside I saw your smile. I thought you may have saw me shake like I was a beat mutt.
My gooey wound opened upon meeting your eyes- the love is stupidly perserverent.
Then as fast as you came,
without word, without embrace, slowly you set, oh Sun. With magnificent glory of death of day; a hot angry summer's day.
Down flights of stairs where you escaped the Moon's pull.


A dream come dead in Mantua.
Banished from the brightly sky's domain,
I light the night sky,
the nightly earth,
in turn- in steed to show those
in darkness of night there can still be light past these cyclical dying days.

i dont love pain.
i love relief.
i hate inflicting harm.
i hate it inflicted on me.

Something poetic is needed in these lines,
Something poetic is needed in these lines.
The meaning is lost; it's misconstrued.
The tale is retold, but to a different tune.

in odysseys of my life,
I'd recourse in the warmth
of the simplest of sunlights.

I appreciate everyone that sees my submissions. I am rather free form on these, and that can lead to weird tangential things that possibly could only speak to me, so I greatly love the community to even spend a second to look at something I write. To have a space in order to write what I want to for myself feels truely emansipating and liberating. I hope if any of the poetic part of my mind affects you here it is in a positive light even if written in darkest shade.
Love is truely the ultimate answer !

The thoughts come out like
   a stream into my words. I don't mind them.
They mean whatever they do.
Whatever the semblance your eyes
come across.
           I'm yours in that way.
       I wish I could change
    that reality,
          but I have no desire
        to change what has already been beautifully
        made.
               I'll keep at it.
              Even if in there everyone would
                  darken my shine.   Just
          Like an unlit candle in
               a room of only shadow,
               we could find the use out of you -
                                                          but you
            won't turn the lights on for me, and
          I refuse to burn your wicker if
            that your case.

I stood at the fountain
  where they said there was
  a wish per finger.
                 Keep your thoughts and
                  hands together,
I'm not exactly a pretty boy,
      but there are miracle men
who always seem to make it right.
a blown candle on a special night,
I become totally affixed on who
I'll love next.
   I need more shotguns,
some form of defense;
     my mind was weak to your
affliction, my mind was lost to
time. I'll miss you by about a day,
but by then I'd have forgotten if I
ever loved anyone else.

I want to write evil poetry
Where you are the villian
but I can't

the love I've lost
(Make it your fault)

We could have been high school sweethearts
Marriage with all our loved ones

(Dancing in our suit and ties)
(Ya right)

I wish that could be true
But our time isn't right

Maybe you'll come back
In another life

I await you
(In earnest longitude)

You're the poem
I wish to express
to the whole wide world
in intimate hours

I'm in drunk celebration
Wondering if it could have
been us..

But probably not.
Maybe someone else-
a different story.

when you identify yourself
with someone
you gain the good, the bad,
and the ugly;
but it can be beautiful.