Some of us sell pretty versions of our ugly selves and call it truth; others fold our pretty truths into ugly lies and call it even. We are illusionists, realists, the gamblers of souls, and we all pay the poet, in the end

There are days
  when I write my poetry in pencil,
  just in case.  

      But when I write about you,
      I use my favorite pen,

             You're the poem
             I'll never erase...

To someone who's tired of trying to be okay.

You aren't perfect, nobody is.
Please do not be afraid to climb mountains
and shout how much you hate everything that's happening.
It helps a lot.
If you don't feel like smiling then please don't.
If there's already so many tears to bear
behind that sparkling eyes of yours
then please cry, you have to.
It's okay not to be okay.
You've done enough bravery so far.
I know everything ***** already.
Everything's so painful that you cannot see
even a tiny light through this dark tunnel.
I know you feel alone and lonely
and broken and helpless.
You don't have to show them you're fine because you're not.
Lastly, tell the world how broken you are.
Let them know.
It's not like being happy changes everything after all.
Be nice to yourself.
You only have you.

Not everything I write,
Is all about me.

There are times,
When a picture
Speaks words.
Or a thought,
Sparks an idea or two.

In fact,
Most of the time
It isn't personal
At all.

Well, and then again,
Maybe sometimes,
It is.

Oh from afar, I saw you pursue
the heart of the woman - for since her father died - you knew
Your love was like fire
that consumes
so greedy, so lonely, it's taking all of you.
Lurking in the night, oh my grieving Phantom,
saw you give in to the dark
just to let her
shine among the shadows.
And every little word
and every curve of your letters,
every tune of your music,
and every message of your symphony
All for the fuel of her wings and glory.
And when she sang for Raoul,
a crumbled rose, an out of tune
your soul lost the little hope
that I wanted for you.
And now, won't you be
my own Angel of Music
or perhaps I can be
the Angel you wanted to be.
Oh, won't you look at your back
and see my secret love.
We'll make a new song of light and dark,
of betrayal and a new spark
Let me see the dark in your eyes,
those lonely sights behind your mask,
those desires for a happy life
Let me sing
your broken songs
of loss
of pain
of longing
as I mend your shattered dreams
and bruised bones
and we'll make a new song
of chances
of embraces
of me - seeing and loving you.
And as Raoul was bound to love her
when he heard her sing,

I was and am bound to love you
when I heard you cried,
Erik.

The one that loves you,

Whispers in the dark
Late night rendezvous
The pale light of the moon filters
Through sheer curtains
A warm summer breeze seems to cool our skin
Bathed in a light sheen of sweat

.....please don't stop

Dark long hair tumbles around her face
Shrouding the pale light that glistens
Gleams from within allowing the warmth to spread
To become more sensuous

.....please don't stop

Low whispers and gentle touches
Graze over the luminous silky smooth skin
Teasing and taunting areas that are already sensitive
Subtle silhouettes that sway gently to and fro
Caught up in the breeze that flows

.....please don't stop

Orchestrating motions moving as one
With a silent symphony that glides between them
Swept up in the moment of eternal now
All else forgotten
Hearts soaring and nothing else is heard
But the sounds of delectable bliss

.....please don't stop

Tenderness abounds
A twist of primal urges
Encompasses them both
Wrapping them together in the warmth of one another
Jasmine, Rose, and other sweet scents
Cling and surrender in the passion that's released
Flower petals and lightning bugs
Seem to float, glow around them

.....please don't stop

Love she's never known like this
passion she's never quite tasted before
Not ever wanting to be alone now
She's found such heaven within her embrace
Quiet murmurings of need whispered
Her touch calls her to come undone
Her lips blazing a trail over her skin
Tasting her while she explores into the very depths of her
Filling her with herself

.....please don't stop.

Gentle urgency brought to a slow motion
Only to have the pace quicken and stop
Twisting and twining in a warm embrace
Never loosens its grip bringing them closer towards the other
Allowing the senses to soar and crest
Giving themselves each in the joining to one another

.....please don't ever stop

I will write a poem in your soul
With the pieces of your eternal tenderness.
I will draw every letter with your lust
Letters to the contact of your skin.
I will gather the words with your passion
Even get to rhyme your beauty
And reach the ecstasy of your love..

If a Poet
  Falls in
     Love with you....

You can
   Never die....

I bumped into her and his poetry.

Her beautiful verses that a thousand times I read, woke the passion very inside my heart.
Her poems were never for me, but in my mind his words became fantasy.
And I dreamed of those verses that someday, she would write me.
So my days were filled with an equal joy, my afternoons of wisdom and my nights of melancholy
... while life flowed with an unknown energy.
Dreaming, playing, playing and dreaming.
Without seeing, without listening, without reason to feel in my life.
Crossed new trails of naked feelings,
I opened my soul and my own being.
I shared with my sorrow and my pain and every mystery of my interior.
I delivered my spirit to its magical dimension,
I made it into my God.
I built for a beautiful throne full of love........

Can you taste the passion in poetry?
Poetry holds me like my invisible mother
Poetry is the tissue that wipes my depression away
It defines my birth date
Poetry flows in my red blood cells
It keeps reproducing poetic chemicals for my body
Poetry is produced in my heart, like the eternal life of love for my daughter

Poetry is loyal to me
It creates the essential vitamins for survival
God prescribes poetry to my divine destiny
Poetry produces different weather every day
Poetry combs my hair
Talks to me on school days
Poetry is the contractions that my mother endured
Can you taste poison or passion for poetry?

Lay your pens down
Push your papesr aside
Rest your cell's charge
And cease your finger pride

Now ease your thoughts
Relaxing your mind's courts
As I ask you in verse
To kneel
Your third eye
Your soul
And seer in your reveal
In comprehension to prayer
Of poetical readers
Who see us dear

May we ink in truth
To verse in veracity of ideals
Penning influence's tooth
To readers of our halls
Who peruse here to escape
With harboured thoughts in their falls
Find release
Inking in colours we collaborate

As we divine the mysteries of life
In the glory of observance of strife
May our devotion through human restraint
Be the blessings we can learn to paint
For our selection being here
Is reasons to connection
We chosen few
Are morning words to our reading crew
The daily sentences to their life's choices
And nightly thoughts through spoken voices

As long as we breath at the end of our word
We give thanks by expressing our heard
So let us go forth
To spread lines true in our pens
And let the ink in our veins be our clense

"Poets, it's said, are shamans of words.  
    True shamans are poets of consciousness."

If you are not able to accept others as they are, it's because you don't accept yourself as you are. Stop in your intention to change the other and start by changing you..
Look at life from another point of view laugh live it and accept the people around you as well as they are.

I can't promise
  to fix all your problems,
But I can promise,
  You won't have to face them alone

I stood there silently, under the cold embrace of that rain,
and watched myself drown,
as all of that sadness soaked itself onto me,
It did not wash away my sorrows,
nor did it comfort me,
it just gave in to me, like a falling leaf gives in to the ground,
filling my chest with all the sorrows, of both tomorrow and yesterday,
it broke something in me, something i once cherished,
and without that torn self, i often ask myself, i wonder,
what's worse ??
To lose one's own self? or to lose one's own reason to live ....

rainy days with hot chocolate
curled up on the bed
a mess of blankets and pillows
with my head on your chest
and your arms around me
I know I'm cared for

busy days bustling by
quick kisses of 'hi' and 'goodbye'
morning coffees
evening night in
with take outs and chick flicks
I know I'm secured

quiet Sunday mornings
lazy day, pajama days
week-long hustles
Friday fun days
sweet, crazy Saturdays
every single day with you
I know I'm loved

and yet
the movie nights with take outs
became movie night and take out without me
the lazy days in sweats with pizzas
became lazy days without me
the everyday, lovely day
became every day without me

it's not that you're deeply flawed
or you're never enough
it's not that you're not worth everything
or that you're the not best love anyone could ever ask for
because it's quite the opposite really

it's because your love is so profound
so warm and perfect
it does not deserve to be given
to some half-assed complicated mess
with chips and scratches and broken parts

its because you deserve the best
you should want the best
and you will find that someone
but it isn't gonna be me

When we read
We live a thousand lives;
When we write,
  We relive our own.

As I read your mind and your body
As I read your emerald green eyes who ****** me at Dawn..
In the sound of my body like the melody.. between whispered of birds who sings like the Angels.
Tell me how I do it to run for something you want oh for something you fear..
Just let yourself be carried away by the feelings that come out to flower of skin... they are the petals that with their aroma numb my cravings in your arms there is a whispered in the distance.. that speaks to me and tells
Tell me how I quench your body with mine.. and
I miss you on this dark night between my stars.. tell me how to stop loving you as I love you if the taste of your lips are printed on me as a tattoo in my soul I'm perverse and crazy lover and girlfriend That you want me to be.. tell me how I look like you did it ever take my life in it I'm your little girl full of sublime love who will review your body with evil caresses of my mind comes out and my You will learn to love in this distance between my lyrics of poet between my verses and prose, my regret and whine of lust in your skin writing with my lips the way to travel every space of your body with them I am that who writes and delineate your skin between ******* and lusts the sin for eating among my cravings of your ***** ***** and thick that crosses my wet being
As I do to not feel tell me how I do to make my body not tremble when you touch me, with your lyrics as I do to stop shaking with your kisses and perverse caresses in this sadness of my being for you

Remember that time you were happy?
Well, stop trying to recreate that moment.
It's gone.
Circumstances change.
What once was will never be again.
Accept the time you are given now
Instead of trying to relive the past.
All you achieve by looking back
Is missing what might be
Right in front of you.

One of the most sincere
forms of respect...
  Is actually listening
  to what someone has to say...

Your eyes as beautiful as the oceans blue
they never lie they are always true

when happy they gleam, like a distant star
when sad they are dull, like a faded scar

your lips quiver, and your eyes fill with tears
they show the world all your fears

you look so fragile as the tears start to show
down your flushed cheeks tiny rivers flow

its so beautiful yet at the same time bad
that anyone has a heart to make them eyes
look so sad

I will pull you close and kiss your face dry
say something funny so the tears say goodbye

Once again I make your eyes light
like that distant star that shines so bright.

Today I miss your scent on my skin, today I will write in your body shaking of love, between tears and groans,
Today I will write the verses in your skin, with the scent of my being today I will lick the most ****** corners, imagining the pleasures of my body... Alvorotando the senses, caresses and culminating, the ecstasy in your skin, in me...
Today I will rule the lamentations, and soul succumbed in this Calvary, of sublime love, among lovers, looking for the night where the sounds of my soul are. I regret them in this silence calling in my mind your name encumbered as tattoos in me
Today I miss your kisses and caresses in this silence

hidden in the doorways are secrets in the night
earthly pleasures of lusts and passion's delight
that timeless joining too intense to wait
any nook in the wall and we won't hesitate

an empty corridor in a busy hotel will do
the thrill of capture, what if everyone knew
blind madness as hormones rage hot
an appropriate place, it matters not

up against a hallway, wall breath warms your ear
hands above your head now quietly my dear
******* slipped into silken folds
a gulp, a whimper, the silent moan be told

on a staircase, the perfect rise stand tall and kneel
taken my prowess deep, tell me how that feels
the echoes of passion crying in an empty stairwell
hear footsteps above and below mental warning bells

heartbeats quicken and breathing heavies to pant
in a world with too many rules, this is not one you can't
the temptation of the moment's wanton needs rely
regardless of the circumstance you need never ask why..

He wove all the secrets
   of his heart....

Into Poetry....

I've always preferred people
who didn't know how
incredible they are
for they are the worlds
best kept secrets

I'm that seduction
In your arms
I miss our nights of love
Where only you and I exist
Where I undress with your
Words of love
Where alone the two left
Out our passion
With which our kisses
Overflow Madness of love
Come to my heart and ****** me
And Let's make love

Self-love is very important. No one will ever be able to love you as you can. I'm not saying you have to be overly confident and conceited, but there's not a thing wrong about loving who you are.

Growing up, and even now, I've always been told I had to act and look a certain way. One day I was just thinking to myself, "hey, this may make everyone else happy, but what about my own happiness?" I didn't like how society wanted me to be, so I slowly began to go through a journey of self-discovery and eventually I slowly began to love myself. With a help of few of my friends and family, of course. You do n o t have to go through that alone.

Remember, find someone who will always here for any of you if you need to talk

Through the shadows of my mind...
I see your ghost, most of the time...
It bids me follow down dark winding paths...
To a place that holds parts of our past...
The spectre begs me to follow close, as we go deeper in the smoke...
Doors appear & start to open wide, revealing glimpses of our carnal pleasures inside...
The bright flash of intense, throaty grunts & thrusts...
Feeding the entwined spirit's lust...
Each door leads to more & more delicious sin...
Mind has my body...trembling, aching, yearning, burning from within...
Oh, I'm trapped & will never break free...
Mind trapped by this constant thought of...we

"She writes because she doesn't really know how to explain what she's feeling and what she's going through. Maybe writing will help her and others like her going through this. Sometimes she reads quotes and poems, and totally connects with the words... and feels what she just read told how she felt perfectly more than she can ever explain to you. Someone gets it. Someone understands, and it's comforting to know she's not alone in her feelings. To feel such sadness and be withdrawn is to feel like a shell of a person of who she once was. She's existing, but not really living. She's surviving to make it through another day, knowing she has to wake up and do it all over again. She wants to be her happy soulful person full of laughter. She wants to truly enjoy the little things through the day and special moments without this dark sadness inside her. She misses that part of herself and wants it back. So she writes. She writes to help herself whenever she needs to calm her thoughts and tears coming down her face for no reason. Be patient with her. She's a work in progress, but she'll get there."--

But under the silence
   of what we say to each other,
       is the much more articulate silence
           of what we don’t say to each other,

a storm of things unspoken,
  coiled,
     reserved,
       appointed,
        ticking away
  like a clock attached to a time-bomb:
    crash,
       fire,
         demolition wound up in the quietly,
            almost tenderly,
              small,
                 familiar things
                    unspoken.

Your fingers slowly dip below my waist,
traveling at an oh so sensuous pace.

The lower you go,
the quicker my anticipation builds.
My heart beats faster
bracing for that explosive thrill.

Your touch has me moaning oh so softly and deep,
begging for more.
Your hot passionate kisses;
I can't resist and simply adore.

Oh, I can feel it, I can feel you,
as I crest on such a high.
A place only you can take me,
on this oh so incredible ride.

Baby, do it again, again, again and again.
I can never get enough
of this our delightful sin...

Slipping away
Into the Night,
Was I wrong
or was I right?
Should I have stayed,
or should I fight?
Said the Sun
to the dark moonlight.

Sometimes I can't help but wonder...
wonder where I would be,
If you hadn't come along
just when you did and rescued me.
Babe, there's something I need to say,
something I need to explain.
From the day you walked into my life,
nothings really been the same.
I really can't remember exactly,
what I thought I was doing...
I can't remember exactly,
where I thought I was going.
There was a time when
I wasn't sure I'd see another day.
Just when I thought I was done...
destiny sent your precious heart my way.
Whenever I'm tired or just feeling down,
and I see you stop and reach for me,
you have a way of lifting me up...
you can always set my worries free.
You've been like a guiding light...
my compass when I'm feeling lost.
With you, there's no mountain I can climb,
there's no river I can't swim across.
Sometimes I can't help but wonder...
wonder where I would be.
Sometimes I can't help but think,
that God made you just for me

A spark can easily turn into a flame when it is fueled. That's how love is. It starts as a spark... a connection... it's easy to see. But in order for it to keep burning, you have to give it time and attention. We have an undeniable connection. It's what we do with it that will make or break us.

My Soul
speaks in poetry
    and my heart gets lost
         in the broken and loving of words

it takes me on a joy ride
    to a whole other world

Those traits of light, those stars that charge with magic the dawn, phases of the sun that glow, those who live with pain or peace inside.
Night Flowers are, although so beautiful, ephemeral suffer their heartburn because if one day is the century of roses, one night is the age of the stars.
Therefore, spring fugitive, already our evil and already our good is inferred,
Registration is ours in an uncertain sunrise, but, may the sun die or live

Stay with those,
   who saw your sky grow dark
       and didn't walk away.....

When things seem difficult miserable
Life is turning away from you
Intimidated and worn out you remain
In the darkness at a corner, you examine
Watching the sky as it disappears
Reminding the lost beloved ones
How beautiful and caring they were
Vanishing without saying goodbye
Shortening your long lifespan
And leaving you destitute and lonely
Deeply you wonder
How life can really be unfair
To honest and good people like you
But all you let go off
And focus to mend your life
And strengthen your heart
With good and caring friends on your side
Opening the picture of brightness
Knowing GOD holds your hand
Leading you to your success
Stars embracing the whole sky
And you know your journey has started
In pursuit of your purpose
Slowly matching from dusk to dawn
With smiles and determination
In whispers, you read your heart
ALWAYS STAND STRONG

to feel everything
life, love, loss
the weight of the world
the intensity of existence
I tremble

am I strong enough
pondering question
to bare emotion
scars unhidden
I weep openly

unashamed
life lived without rules
by my own wits
I love fiercely
giving everything

it is enough
eyes open wide
have I seen too much
tears for those in pain
muscles strain to uphold

I am infinite
the cosmos beckons
those who care
who's hearts bleed
we are the mighty ones...

The Sun sees me at my best,
  but the Moon....
the Moon knows all my secrets,
  and loves me nontheless....

Take my hand and say you love me.
I say I love you,
Look at me like that.

As If God...
I look at the time of worship!
As much romantic,
Just as kind,
Smile and let me watch you.

Because the love that...
The time of rain looks at the sky.
As much as with pleasure
As full of wishes
Take my hand and say you love me,
The way God looks in the mirror and says to himself
"two people" creating these was a mistake from the beginning!

With the delight of the hectic breath of my body over your body night, between my late and efforts, this anxiety Mia from you, you leave me stunned and my window has arrived the first rays of sun, in this raw Aurora, so today I woke up Playing with those desire to write; I have your dark cravings to do it in your naked body, your perverse letters full of lust, and infamous sadism of tearing your skin in my skin like I don't have you, I'll do it on your photo Explore your ways with my lustful and poisoned tongue, which moves, and purloin that is full of passion, oh, you feel my humidity!, that between your mind and your body, and I will do curses, so that you feel me in every nook of Your Body, in the deepest corners of your being, as well as you feel the warm nights...;
There is an accomplice in your soul, the one I want to decipher, today I write with the provision of my soul and the pleasure of my being, trying to write to you; there are emergencies in my of your honey, on my lips, for To be able to succumb between your groans, whispers screaming guttural, those filled with pleasure; I woke up with crazy cravings, that
Left the prints of my scent and the perfume of woman, here in your boisterous bed, that your smells, ******* and sweats permeating, my skin, in me, your encumbered flavor and printed in gold letters in me, oh, this need MIA From You!, I will leave a thousand ways of my delivery, that that will remain between you and me, under the custody of your gaze, green sea that serves you to observe our low instincts, of our wickedness, that that lives between My lips, feeling woman in every moan, where I writhe like the flames of Hell..., well, I'm that tempest, that calms my unholy thirst, that thirst Mia of your being; transforms into the volcano, that burns me with His burning lava and his ashes, from where the woman resurfaces, like the Phoenix bird; and there I am out, inside, up, down licking the flavors of your body, so I am the one who moans and makes you vibrate..., Your Canine smell, the one that carries in the memory my fragrances that of your virile member, that aroma that inflame your senses of man, and awakens the revived by you, between my hands I subject it and delights my lips, there is a memory, that When I supciono it, taking your part erogenous, while you play in me.., you bite me and ****, I'm back to moan like crazy, to feel so harmonious in my caves...; today I woke up playing with your *******, making it In your name, savoring and rub with my hands your mast, and there are suddenly you arrive, at that moment I go and you hit me with desire, I come ah your bed so submissive and delivered, ah!, scream raising your hands to heaven, while I'm enjoying and you like a panther scratching my body, with your hands frantic..., succumb my wishes and my desire on your lips, leaving the honeys of your ***** in me,
Thirsty lips, suffocating me your body, with the swing of my mess and sack of my mouth, with the salty and thick taste of my naked skin, it's your phallus, your prayer and your God!, so exquisite and so sweet, that That today I deliver to you, like the sunrise that in you leave....

Did you hear the crack
When my heart broke into tiny little pieces

Did you hear my pain
As my cries went out into infinity

Did you care
That the love you offered was only temporary

Did you once think of me
As you left me barely standing

Did you even wonder about the wound you left behind
Healing the break will be a long long time

Did your heart even feel a twinge of remorse
As you added me to your causalities

Did you consider the many hearts you plundered
On your way to number one

Did you think about the day when your game is done
When no girl will take a chance on you

Did you forget your reputation will be known to all
Did you ever think one day you will fall

Did you stop mid-stride when the love you offered
Was stone cold stone rejected

Did you fail to realize
What goes around, comes around

The night sings in silence of stars and a radiant light awakens to the quiet sea, between the sublime of a mermaid singing.
The Moon is very beautiful is the perfect goddess, her face is painted on the infinite sea.
I looked at the horizon when everyone slept and she came down from the sky wrapped in white clouds
The adorned sea gave him a thousand kisses, she corresponds to her sweet smile.
The Sea and the moon are lovers, they are secret lovers, silent, perfect, they are eternal lovers, their love is sacrosanct and at the same time it is a reflection of a forbidden love, of that love that unites us, of that love hidden and revealed Look.
On the moon nights, the scene is repeated, they are the sea and the moon in peaceful delivery, they are like our souls that furtive mix, with fragrance to spray of a night asleep, with infinite madness of two, crazy in love, of two Naked bodies that feed on kisses, are the sea and the moon consumed in fire.

My mind feeds the Pen words
as quickly as the paper can swallow;
Feasting on emotions and notions
hand-fed from my heart

Now and again my mind overindulges
on expressions and craves a pause;
Knowing any respite is short-lived,
the pen stays ever on the ready.

Fully aware that the writing never ends.

The ink is ready
  The pen is set
     The book is open
         The paper is fresh..

Now sit back
  And watch

As she comes back
  To life

Be the reason
  someone smiles today

Or the reason
  someone drinks.....

whatever works....

There is no time
When your skin is delivered to mine, it is for the clock, there is no time and everything stops, my body and yours, your soul and mine, are one, the caresses are invented without the need to think, your kisses They walk me while my mouth eats you complete, no need a word everything forms between the sheets and our pillows, testing your most secret places you become my perfect lover, while I caused the same in you, feeling your breathing and the movement From your body I know everything is perfect, your look tells me how amazing is the moment we want to be eternal.
There is no other, there is no other, this only we do you and I, your taste accompanies me in my mouth, you take mine, we yearn I came that day again where we can get in touch, I just ask for time don't walk, Life is not over and you never finish being my everything, where the only flavor you want is mine while i wish you.

Oh, blue sky by the sea, so vast and wide,
With hues of azure, where dreams reside.
A canvas of tranquility, stretching afar,
Where the waves dance, like a shining star.

The sun's golden rays, gently caress,
As the sky and sea merge, in a tender embrace.
Whispers of the wind, a gentle breeze,
Carrying the scent of salt and peace.

Seagulls soar high, their wings unfurled,
As if they're painting strokes, in this watery world.
The rhythm of the waves, a lullaby,
Serenading the shore, as time goes by.

The sand beneath my feet, so soft and warm,
As I walk along, in this tranquil form.
Footprints left behind, a fleeting trace,
In this timeless moment, a sacred space.

The symphony of nature, in perfect harmony,
As the waves crash, with wild and mighty glee.
A symphony of colors, a masterpiece divine,
Where the sky and sea merge, in a cosmic design.

Oh, blue sky by the sea, a sanctuary of peace,
Where worries are silenced, and troubles cease.
In your embrace, I find solace and grace,
A sanctuary of serenity, in this sacred place.

So, let me wander, by the shore and sky,
With awe and wonder, in my heart and eye.
For in this moment, I am truly free,
In the presence of the blue sky by the sea.

"The secret of it all is to write in the gush, the throb, the flood, of the moment — to put things down without deliberation — without worrying about their style — without waiting for a fit time or place. I always worked that way. I took the first scrap of paper, the first doorstep, the first desk, and wrote — wrote, wrote…By writing at the instant the very heartbeat of life is caught.”