She dances in the roses
feels him in the air,
he gives her all she needs
for his love is always there.

It surrounds her like the scent
of the beautiful rose she wears,
he always hold her close to him
so she always knows he cares.

She won’t ever let go
she promised him that,
for the trust she has in him
is a trust that will always last.

He’s her dream
that beautifully came true,
now they dance in moonbeams
as their rose scent dreams come true.

As far as I remember
I remember - I was three
wake up, blow the candles
that's my first memory.

Didn't like to go outside
stayed at home, watched TV.
Had a couple childhood friends
now I barely even see.

Kindergarten, met a guy
probably my first true friend
now that guy can go to hell
not that I believe in it.

Tasted domestic abuse
from my dad's first hand
slapped so hard, my nose bled
he never hit me again.

Lost my innocence at six
seeing a decapitated cat
felt disgusted, made me sick
could do nothing and just sat.

Then my brother grew up
and he called me fat and ugly
wanted me to be like him
so he hit me quite frequently.

Wanted me to be a man
but he always held back
atleast that's what he said,
hence the bruises that I had.

Started going to school
racism flew all around
tried to be a good boy,
I was spat on with a crowd.

Decided to **** myself
at the early age of ten
knew that others had it worse,
but that added to the pain.

Had a couple childhood idols
I was even a fanatic,
but they made for some good times
and they weren't so traumatic.

Had a couple of close friends
that I still talk to this date,
but we don't meet up so often
as we used to, back in the day.

Middle school, had to move
said goodbye to all my friends
and the shock made me confused
with the chills that it still sends.

And my brother reached his peak
we would get in constant fights
in which I would always lose
so I cried alone at nights.

But I had my first crush
it was good, for a while.
Then I had to move again
to the highschool living style.

My brother graduated
and my parents went back home.
I was left with my grandparents,
but was mostly all alone.

In a cozy, rainy day
I decided to lose weight,
and have kept my promise since
never broke it like a saint.

Maybe that made me the man
that my brother always wanted,
though I don't care either way
it was my wish that I granted.

Found some interesting new hobbies
one of them was surely writing.
Through the sorrow and the pain
I looked up and kept on fighting.

Had to break my heart three times
just to put it in the freezer.
But it feels that even that
was a short glimpse of the teaser.

To be clear, I'll never want
anybody's empathy.
I walk the path that I have chosen
to a strong and better me.

And that's just the way it  goes
life, with all it's ups and downs.
This here was my life story,
up until now...

There's a keen and grim old huntsman
On a horse as white as snow;
Sometimes he is very swift
And sometimes he is slow.
But he never is at fault,
For he always hunts at view
And he rides without a halt
After you.

The huntsman's name is Death,
His horse's name is Time;
He is coming, he is coming
As I sit and write this rhyme;
He is coming, he is coming,
As you read the rhyme I write;
You can hear the hoof's low drumming
Day and night.

You can hear the distant drumming
As the clock goes tick-a-tack,
And the chiming of the hours
Is the music of his pack.
You may hardly note their growling
Underneath the noonday sun,
But at night you hear them howling
As they run.

And they never check or falter
For they never miss their ****;
Seasons change and systems alter,
But the hunt is running still.
Hark! the evening chime is playing,
O'er the long grey town it peals;
Don't you hear the death-hound baying
At your heels?

Where is there an earth or burrow?
Where a cover left for you?
A year, a week, perhaps to-morrow
Brings the Huntsman's death halloo!
Day by day he gains upon us,
And the most that we can claim
Is that when the hounds are on us
We die game.

And somewhere dwells the Master,
By whom it was decreed;
He sent the savage huntsman,
He bred the snow-white steed.
These hounds which run for ever,
He set them on your track;
He hears you scream, but never
Calls them back.

He does not heed our suing,
We never see his face;
He hunts to our undoing,
We thank him for the chase.
We thank him and we flatter,
We hope -- because we must --
But have we cause? No matter!
Let us trust!

I like him but... I'm probably the last person that comes to mind,
He's so gorgeous and handsome and hella fine,
Maybe one day...we could be one, he could be mine,
He has such deep eyes, you can just swim in and drown in,
I really do wonder if he has a girlfriend,
Because if he does, I'm still gonna look,
I feel like he's a mystery, and he's not easy to read like a book,
I can tell what kind of guy he is by his walk, his swag, and how he looks,

I hear words ringing in my head,
every day.

They are your voice;
your words.

Your existence is to the point where now all things remind me of you.

Scents, sights;
places of fond memories.

Everything.

Why does it hurt?
This heavy feeling of the chest;
it is so, so uncomfortable.

Why?

Tell me why, please.
With that voice of yours,

indulge me.

— Y.H.

a yearning,
gentle fervor.

It was there, on that old log where she sat
under the trees cover, she talked to the moon
where she told him, I cause my own pain
as the wind quietly hummed her favorite tune.

She said,

The scars I bare are not just from the hands of others
not all are caused by the hurtful thundering rain
some are caused because I love too deeply
on that old log, she told him, I cause my own pain.

She said,

I cause my own pain, because I feel too deeply
I’ve loved when I shouldn’t have, way too much
I’ve longed for, dreamed of, desired for
just one certain, from just one…. A touch…..

She said,

To the tearing moon, I cause my own pain…….


The moon said, to Her

It was there, on that old log where you sat
while the wind hummed, your favorite song
that I touched you, ever so gently with light
to lead you in the direction, where you belong.

He said to her…

I touched you ever so gently with my light
to lead you to a heart, like you’ve never known
one, who like you has loved and felt deeply
who knows pain but also, the love you have shown.

He said to her…

Tis true you’ve longed for, dreamed of, desired for
but you’ve also given, and loved so very much
I’ve touched you, ever so gently with my light
so that you can feel, just one certain, from just one….

His touch….

Take a walk with me
through my dreams
I’ll show you a love
you’ve never seen.

A heart that will love you
more than you know
a heart given to you
a very long time ago.

Someone who sees you
for all that you are
someone who wished
for you, upon a star.

A heart that will give you
everything I am
a heart willing to walk with you
through an unknown land.

Someone who sees you
for all that you are
someone who will stay
by your side, and kiss every scar.

Take a walk with me
come follow my dreams
I’ll show you my love
what my love really means.