A tree, split with an battle-ax, sticks.
Voice of a shrike.

I remember like yesterday
The press of the steel
Coldly unforgiving
Angry scars remaining
Where creamy skin belongs

I remember like the day before
The dark that came at dawn
The promise
An addiction
Pushing ever closer

I remember like only moments ago
The beauty in the nightlight
Melancholy over
Life savored
Because of you.

My life
is pointless
and dull,
just like the end
of a used pen,
creating nothing
but more scratches,
and mindless scribbles
on paper,
in life

He asked if she danced
She said, "only in my red" -
He asked if she bled.

You wanna know
Why I fell for you?
Its because I love you
You made me happy
You were the first person
To make me feel
Like I was special

You made me laugh
When I wanted to cry
You fixed my broken heart
You looked at me
Like I was the only one

Thats why I fell

Do not stand at my grave and weep..
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awake in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft star-shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry..
I am not there. I did not die.

Tell me where is Fancy bred,
Or in the heart or in the head?
How begot, how nourishèd?
    Reply, reply.
It is engender’d in the eyes,
With gazing fed; and Fancy dies
In the cradle where it lies.
    Let us all ring Fancy’s knell:
    I’ll begin it,—Ding, ****, bell.
All.  Ding, ****, bell.

Unearthly weightlessness,

Bunched abandon,

Carelessly clustered,

As if ‘He’ planned them

To cause star-struck wonder;

Defying ‘DIY’ laws

Cautiously cradling,

The nature of wars-

The whispy familiars

Of sunset clouds

Feed vitamin horizons

To unaware crowds.

I long to leave my baggage in your void,
Then stand atop the world
Whilst I stare into the chasm ahead.
I give you my sorrows and
I lend you my hurt;
Their everlasting bonds to myself
I will break free.