My Bones are the salt
Melting away the snow on-
-this slippery road.

You are unsympathetic.
I am so apologetic.
I miss your entire presence.
Can we be synergetic?

I love the way you hate me.
In your arms I breath in safety.
Is there room for me to stay, please?
You seem so empty lately.

Tell me so many lies.
Everybody cries.
Fiery passion burns out.
Everybody dies.

Killing me softly.
Cancerous lungs steal my breath
Death and I hold hands.

Grotesque bugs that seep.
Along your spinal chord, it'll creep. Burrowing into your skin so deep.
It will haunt you in your sleep.

Don't know how much you can take.
It'll bend you till you break.
Swimming in your blood like a lake
Slithering along like a snake.

It'll bring out a tear.
An ear splitting yell you'll hear.
It'll be there waiting, oh so near.
Can't you tell, this is FEAR.

You carve your words into my heart like I carved our names into a tree.
It is against nature,
But it's exactly how it ought to be.

You carve your words into my heart like I will carve this knife across my wrist.
There's blood and emotion.
But I know I won't be missed.

And I'll entangle my lips in yours.
Locked in a passionate hold,
Bound by a heart wrenching desire,      
trapped in your divinity.

Su-per-cal-i-fra-

-gi-lis-tic-ex-pi-a-li-

-do-cious. **** that's long.

My skin crackles above my shell.

Grown so old, can't you tell?

I feel like plunging straight to hell.

I'm so weak with nothing to sell.

I've grown poor, down I fell.

Until I'm encumbered by debt; and death as well.

Your lips drift onto mine, supple as the wings of fairies. As rose petals dance across the night in a corsage of promised love, dropping their fairy dust onto the ash and hickory floor. Our feet bristling across the dancing dust and sending us flitting into the air, floating above gravity's clutch. Gossamer wings sprinkling out from our backs and the eternal space cascading above us. Descending into the night. Holding your pale moonlight marble against me and feeling it's warm glow. My heart sweltering and our passion taking its own form. Dividing into halos above our heads. And as we fly further into the starry sky, our souls intertwine. Angels ascending.

The gravel crumbled underfoot, leaving a stony imprint on the Earth.
The sun gleamed, ascending its rays down to the walked upon path.
My jeans, dirt covered. Simple.
My shirt, wrinkled, I’d forgotten to iron it.
The hotness left it’s maroon imprint on my shoulders, a sunset across my face.
I felt each step crack, the gravel snapping down.
The swelter began to leave my head damp, as if tears were escaping my pores.
I looked at the metal box. 2005 Hyundai.
I looked at the brick wall, the windows tinted as the flower curtain flitted through.
The porch was old, gossamer cobwebs had began to sleep in its corners.
The front door creaked softly, nobody is home.
I stare at the house, the sun glowing brightly.

She left me, and now I occupy this prison alone.

From the broken rocks a dove emerges. Dusty and damaged he attempts to fly. Slowly at first.
He's gaining his strength.
And with a mighty flap of his wings
he launches up, up, up into the sky.
Leaving behind the rubble
that once entrapped him.
Heading towards the open air,
where the clouds may greet him.
He is free.

Omnipotent, audacious in power. A craving I hold, though intangible to my fingers. Able to bellow with ions of energetic magnificence and allow power and eternity to pass through. So strong. I am not.

Immortal, suffering throughout, inner galactic warfare wages on beneath my crackling skin and steams out my pores. Cursed to bleed eternally, withering into a shape made of dust that would but blow away if not that it were nailed to the ground.  Undying, undamaged, eternally ****** to live. I am.

Omniscient, vastly knowing, swimming in the sea of a mind, aware of such actions that could overthrow a universe, but would falter in awareness that it need not act pointlessly. So full of self control. I am not.

Alone, wanting, hoping, reaching out to a father and a creator of whom I wish I could love. Clawing with infected stubs at a ghost. I pass through untouched by the divine and am left hallow. My emptiness providing my only company. Cast out amongst the endless decay of happiness, dark pain fills my hovel. I am.

Omnipresent, existing amongst all things. Spatially filling the gaps of the universe, existing thoroughly and throughout. Seeing and hearing and understanding. Procreating happiness in the minds of the hopeful. Bringing purity into the world with eternal hands, and spreading it throughout the cosmos. So present. I am not.

Banished, outcast to lead a sorrowful existence. Cursed by meaningless actions that could not prevail and see the light of anything. Walking an untraveled path that I alone must aimlessly stumble across. Blistering feet bleed and crack beneath a decimated body.  Everlastingly succumbed to Hell. I am.



A God. A powerful being that could not but shine His holiness on the universe. An entity that could make the multiverse bow before his divinity. Who could spread his arms and cast a deafening roar of purity. His spirit, floating through the minds of his children.  A deity, blessed with the power of creation and given the job of fulfilling such desires. I am not.

I am an outcast. An unwanted empathizer of evil. Master of the demons that crawl beneath your withering and faltering mind, finding sustenance in the sin of a world full of hatred and wrong. Bringing whole worlds to their knees and casting away any angel who dare spread his wings before me. Willing to rip off the feathers and burn them so that I may cook the pain and swallow it. Allowing the pain to seed itself into my system and metabolize into something I call a soul. I am no god.  

I am not God.

I am the Devil.

Poem
Poem
(word to describe blood?)
CRIMSON!!
Emotion
Sad
Haiku?
Nah..
Emotions
Poem
Poetry
Blah Blah Blah
Feel Bad for me then follow me then like my posts then etc...

I will write meaningless verses for you.

Nonexistent emotions will fill blank pages.

My absent poetry will silently float away in the wind.

The invisible words will choke on themselves and regurgitate emptiness.

I will let invisible ink flow onto a white page like the end of a disappearing act.

I will write for everyone what I have written for no one.

Nothing...

And endless pages of it....

1) It echoes of slumber, dragging the bedsheets with its claws. Beckoning lips to the day.

2) It listens to the grumble seeping from its cracks. It is awake.

3) Turn the dial, let the beast face the fire.

4) I hear it roar, alarm clocks are broken, replacements have been found.

5) The gurgle leaves the chamber, the ceramic has grown sick. Regurgitate, regurgitate.

6) I remember a song... “Tip me over and pour me out.”

7) It flies up, cradling the slumber napping beneath the lids, pin them open til midday.

8) Soot crumbles to the bottom, the muddy cliffs have divulged.

9) Stinging nettle of magma, scaling down the cliffs, fog rolls over its hills.

10) I am short. The beast shall not face me this day. I would lose the battle.

11) The buzz of the alarm clock is obsolete. *** rush the front door. Your tie is loose.

12) Speedy escapades, a slosh of regret, the white shirt is defeated.

13) It went off to bed, down the silver basin. I’ll see you tomorrow morning. Or perhaps the midday shall awaken me.

There once was a man/ named charlie dan/ whose house was filled with gold.

He liked to spend/ and he’d never lend/ until he grew quite old.

He sobbed and he sobbed/ and he felt quite robbed/ as the gold was taken away.

And the the dead old man/ named charlie dan/ has no gold in house to this day.

Love.
Love all.
Love deeply.
Love everyone.
Love passionately.
Love with wild abandon.
Love as though you were dying.
Love as though the world were crumbling.
Love everyone to the moon and back.

Cause, life without love is not life at all.
And thats a rather sorrowful way to live.

Before...

Before I knew you my hands were rocks and appendages, taped on by meaningless tendons that had never been cleansed by the limestone of your body or soothed by the balm you call skin or held by the soft feathers you call hands. Boring globs, my hands were, before I had caressed your milky world of a body, or slid my hand along your rollings hills and curves only to stop at your speckled cheek to feel your sunset of a face, blushing without absence and nuzzling into my own longing for more, your eyes meeting my own.

Before...

Before I knew you my tongue was a sand dune of sadness, wallowing in it's dampened hills waiting to emerge and meet your own in a luscious sandstorm of lust and beauty and dance until water need course its way along our throats and hydrate us allowing our tango to continue its way through an invisible dance-room, stepping to an unheard beat, lapping along your own red room and protruding its way out and onto the nape of your silky neck.

Before...

Before I knew you my eyes were meaningless pools of mud, glancing for miles along empty shores and welling with nonexistent tears that need not flow along coarse cheeks. These irises had never perceived beauty such as yours at this time, only stared into meaningless faces and seen the truth of my personal planet; empty and filled with nothing. They had only stared into cloudless skies and seen grassless dirt, of which they attempted to blend, to become one with an unnecessary hovel of which I called home. My eyes had never conceived the idea of pondering such beauty. Only when doing so did they grow in size, until bursting became preferable, exploding in a wave of passion that would spread throughout my entire body leaving me with a feeling of unmet longing.

Before...

Before I knew you my body was a slab of dirt, muddled by the world which I've walked, crying out to be held and loved. How it longed to be caressed and scratched upon the surface by claws of beauty and hands of birds, flying along my own skin and moving through my wondrous sky without hesitance. Only to plummet down and have us fall into each-others bodies, meeting and colliding in a ying-yang and circling in a whirlwind of which no one can stop and catch a breath, gasping for air only to be greeted by the loving hold of a mouth upon each own, and to continue this dance, silk upon silk, cleaning the dirt of a muddled slab and allowing me to feel pure in your holiness.

Before..

Before I knew you my heart was a drum that had never been smacked with wooden sticks, awoken by the sound of a snare that echoes endlessly, only to be heard by you. That echo remained un-followed, waiting to be played once more and create a rhythm of which to follow. A beat that had never been played upon a winding track, full of hurdles of which I would breathlessly jump to reach you. Allowing the blood to pump through my veins and reach the coursing river that I swim with great speeds to reach you. Following along the shore, and sinking in this red river to become aware of your divine existence.

But that was before...

When I knew you we met in the middle and discussed our love through gorgeous pervasive actions that spread through our fingertips and creeped inside of us all the way to our hearts, leaving us boiling inside; cooking with anticipation; waiting for the continuance of such splendid actions. Our love is divine and flies like a dove amongst the godless stars who know no bounds, only knowledgeable of endless flame such as our own; burning brightly in our minds, firing of receptors, telling us to cling to the shirt and fabric of this love and never release. Advising us to search for the pool of our love and drown in it, never to return for air, and to find solace in the sand at the bottom of this well that grows ever deeper with our every encounter. Warning us to never emerge, and to endlessly baptize our minds amongst the audacious ocean of our hearts.

Before I knew you, I loved you. Now that I love you; I do.
There is no before. There is only more.

I have never loved as I love you.
Loving you has opened me up.
Opened my heart to a world of color.
Vivid shades of effervescent reds.
Electric blues and pinks fill my heart.
You have changed my life immensely.
Only you, have I loved.
Up to now my life was spent waiting.
Too many hours spent in longing.
Only now I see that fate is real.
That my fate is inescapable.
Heaven came down upon me.
Electrocuted me with a burst of light.
Maybe someday I'll understand why.
Or maybe I won't understand.
Or perhaps I'm incapable of it.
Not knowing may be the best part.
Am I truly in love?
Not being certain is the greatest bit.
Do you love me as I love you?
But the answer doesn't matter.
All I know is my love for you.
Completely enveloped in your light.
Kiss my lips and shock my heart.

(It's like electricity when my heart beats. I love you through space and beyond. Forever.)

There was nothing in particular.
But the hollow feeling,
The dried up lake,
The empty nest,
Buzzed once more.
The river flowed, the dam had broken.
And there was that rush.
That impalpable feeling.
The forgotten whispers.
The hearts melody trumpeted.
And he felt that which had pervaded him.
He felt the forgotten sways of emotion.
He was falling into the void.
Of which he had longed to see for so long.
And summoning up the courage.
He stepped forth unto the battleground.
And bending forth his aching back,
He met her cheek in hand.
The softness enveloping his rusted hands.
And her breath met his own.
And they kissed.  
As lovers of the soul do.
Effortlessly.
The remedy of her lips spread.
And the pulse of life beat into his ears.
And all that was once lost was found.