The thick night beckons her
The dense, black shadows are her vice
The lonely girl with a curious heart
Met death with his power to entice
His skeleton hand
Gently grazed her tender cheek
His soft touch made her heart flutter
She was lost and he was willing seek
So death kissed the maiden
A tale as old as time, indeed
The monster and the saint intertwined
The beauty and the beast

I’m closing up my heart for the night
I’m locking the doors,
But please know, I’ll always leave a light on for you
And a spare key hidden under the mat
If you ever are ready to come stay
In the home that is beating your name
With its every thud in my chest

Why does love feel like life and death are lurking inside you at the same time?

You can’t break someone who’s already broken
You can trap someone who’s already fettered
You can’t change the future unless you learn from the past
You can’t heal if you’re not willing to get better
You can’t dance if you’re only willing to observe
Can’t smile if you’re dedicated to a frown
Can’t move forward until YOU decide to
Can’t go up if you’re always looking down

Feeling the weight of commitment
No one ever warns a young bride
Of the difficulty of promise keeping
Of upholding an oath
Of dying to yourself and living for him
They say “diamonds are forever”
As I’m starring at my left hand
And gazing at my ring
That light grabbing tether
That glittering bond
I realize the diamonds represent us
Represents our vow
Represents forever

I dreamt of you last night.
Your features intertwined in my neural pathways.
Visions of you danced behind my eyelids.
I felt the warmth of your skin.
You put your head in my lap,
And I wove my fingers through your hair.
I kissed the top of your head.
Blessed and cursed dream,
That tantalizes me with your presence,
Then tortures me as you fade again into the depths of my heart and mind.
If a nighttime apparition is all I can have of you,
I’ll take it.
O, let me dream again.

She was haunted by things much worse than ghosts
She was haunted by the past
She’d rather take the ancient entitys
That can be reasoned with,
But the past,
The past can never be reasoned with

Look up lonely soul.
The world’s still full of light.
The stars still shine for you,
Even in the blackest night.

They needed each other
Completed each other
He was the criminal
She was the saint
He had a tainted past
She was raised in a wholesome home
He was angry at the world
But she was his peace of mind
She had a heart to help broken people
And he was broken
She was delicate and soft-hearted
He protected her fiercely
And she served him lovingly
They where the fulfillment of each other greatest needs

I sought God
I asked Him to use my life for His way
I anticipated His response,
& I heard the word “obey.”
To be a useful instrument,
In His hands, moldable as clay
I need to heed His voice
His impression in my heart is “obey.”
I can rest with Him by morning.
Read His Word to end the day,
But what good are His words,
If I do not listen & obey?
I must hide them in my heart.
His words will lead my way
Because He said,
“Why do you call Me Lord, but do not do as I say?”

Shedding the virginal pink robes
Bestowed upon her in girlhood
The sweetness in her eyes
Stolen by fire, she could drop men
With her glances
She lifted her head
As they draped her in red
Crowned her and bowed down
Queen of the dead

I wish I would’ve savored that final hug
Just a little bit longer

Deep thinkers often tend to have dark inclinations
Shallow water is always bright

The type of love that melts selfishness
Burns the chaff of superficial attraction
The type of love that fuses spirits together
That transcends mortal, physical plains
Love that could drown rivers, overflow banks and shores
A love that breaks barriers and transcends logic and reasoning
Love that tangles souls together and intertwines psyches
That is the love we have
deep and fathomless, true and solid, wild and inflaming

This girl was Spring
O the colors that poured from her mind
She was a healer
A life bringer
A creator and visionary
The earth became greener where she tread
O she danced with the cherry blossom petals as they fell and twirled in the air and wove through her hair,

This woman was Summer
Vibrant and warm
She  lit up ever room
She could revive a dull situation
And make any nighttime steamy
O she was fun and laughter wrapped inside the female form
She was heat and passion

This woman was Autumn
Deep and thoughtful
Everyone seemed to like her
Everyone looked forward to her arrival
She has a wisdom that comes with experience
Like an aging wine, she gets better with time
She knows how to let things go
The way trees let go of their leaves in the fall
She never holds onto pain of the past, but lets go of the dead things that no longer suit her.

This lady was Winter
Severe and regal
She was beautiful, but cold like snow
She commands a room
A warrior spirit wrapped in any icy casing
You do not want this woman as your enemy
Her words sting and she is mother nature’s revenge
She is withdrawn and queen like
She’s an untouchable beauty.

He punches her in the mouth,
Then buys her flowers.
True love, no doubt ❤️

His magnetism was like the sun
So many adored him, many surrounded him
I find myself a mystified little planet
Involuntarily drawn to him
A dancer in the chorus line promenading around him
But though I am just another pulled in by his gravity
I’m so happy to bask in his warm light,
Yes I’m so happy to just be near him
I love him.

I am indebted to you sir
Thank you I must
For reminding me
Of the feeling of trust
So long I’ve pretended
To be stronger than I am
A force to be reckoned with
That is in need of no man
But you’ve changed my heart
You’ve made me see
To be vulnerable is beautiful
And it sets us free
You alone rekindled the maiden
That is within me
So thank you so much
For helping me see

In the underworld
Beneath bellowing breadths
In weighty waters
In disorienting depths

Thats where she lurks
Completely unseen
The siren
With a seductive gleam

His obsession twisted and tangled his mind
She danced in his thoughts
Inflaming his desires
Such a delicate woman
With such a strong, viper like grip
Every day he dwelled on her
Ruminating, calculating
She was his obsession
He would have her
Or else

Often times the villain
Was once a victim
Subjected to abuse or neglect
Often in the pursuit of killing their monsters
They become a monster themselves

I don’t want to take off my pajamas
I’m already so comfy
I ate too much today
And feel self-conscious of my tummy

I just showered
Now my hair is flat
I want to have a quiet night
I don’t want to put on an act

My hormones are debilitating
I’m having horrible ***
You ****** me off today
And the house is a mess

You never listen to me
But want me to spread my legs
Not on your life, pal
Don’t get your ***** anywhere near my eggs

You only care about yourself
You don’t get the job done
I’m not in the mood
To pretend I’m having fun

The weight of the water crushes her
The result of pain she didn’t tell
No one stood between her and the brink
For her final act, she bowed... and fell

She was asleep
And it was to your benefit,
But she has awoken again.
The smoke is rising from her belly.
From her dark depths the fire is rumbling.
The power inside her is ready to be realized.
She, a docile and cold mountain,
Is ready to erupt.

The secret to doing anything well?
Pour yourself into it.
Turn all your energy, time and effort.
Pick anything and proceed to expel all of yourself in the pursuit of that endeavor.
You will exceed what you thought you were even capable of.
Pouring your heart into it, that is how you yield great works.

The rapid “tick tock tick tock” of the clock
Slowed down when you entered the room
It eased into hypnotic rhythms
And matched my shallow breathes
Which slowed down, even though my heart beat sped up
I could sense our souls overlapping
As they always do when we are near
An instant familiarity
Kindred spirits
Two hearts that yearn for adventure
Dream of tomorrow
Dance in optimistic visions of the future
As the world burns
We have hope
And I think that is why I’ve fallen in love with you
We march to the beat of the same drum

She was chaos
A butterfly breaking from her chrysalis
Ripping, shredding through the parchment that encased her
The light kissing her wings in their desperate flutters for freedom
She was chaos, because she was alive

Pain makes us feel like we’re dying,
And maybe, a part of us is.
But death and growth often go hand in hand.
After all, you have to prune branches
When you want a tree to grow stronger.
Maybe the pain is killing you a little.
But it’s killing a portion of you that is no longer required for your growth.
Don’t hold on to that dead thing.
Thank it for its lesson and release it.

He spoke
And light erupted
Trillions of stars scattered
Fixing themselves like diamonds
In the thick, black firmament
Gasping plasma into their regal frames
Their massive weight
Curving the fabric He wove for them to sit upon
They are the princes of the night sky
Singing of the Kings glory
All creation declares what He has done

He was more than a man to me,
He was my heart walking around in a button up shirt.

That’s where you went wrong darling,
You were trying to hide your feelings,
But you looked into my eyes
And splashed around in their blue green pool
I held that gaze and didn’t retract
And I knew exactly who you were in an instant
My energy attached to yours
Two conscious’s connected
I saw an insecure boy
With dreams of becoming a powerful man
I saw a wounded ego
A man who dreamed he’d be loved like a king
Instead, is treated like a pauper by those he made himself vulnerable to
I saw you looking at me
Like I was a new hope for you
I saw you stand up straighter
Your shoulders widened
Your eyes dilated
I saw you look back at me as you started walking away
I know you
I’m in your head
You can hide your feelings from everyone else
But not me, darling, not me.

Her outward details may be beautiful,
Forged with delicate craftsmanship,
O, but she is a sharp weapon.
She is a sword sheathed in a golden scabbard.
Her hilt dipped in bronze.
She may look a damsel,
But she is all dragon.
She may seem a docile sea,
But she is volcanic beneath her glittering waves.

The deeper his feelings for her grew
The further he pulled away
For these were feelings that he had learned early on
Will break you completely

They say
Time runs slower where gravity is the strongest
That is why, when I am  pulled back to you
Time slows down
You have a gravity I can’t resist

Love I find is a mystical word used often by those ignorant of its profound meaning.
Love is giving yourself away,
And doing so regardless of if you get anything back or not.
Attraction, yes, is one ingredient in a romantic love
But if you cannot say, beyond a shadow of a passing doubt, I would lay down my life for this person no matter what.
Then it’s not true love.

Some people want to be the leader
For the recognition
But not the responsibility

Every time I am inexplicably drawn in
To your looming aura
Your gregarious presence
I feel flowers growing in my chest
My heart is a butterfly
Writhing in its chrysalis
Inspired to break free
You have this strange power over me
I feel it so tangibly I’m worried
Can others smell the attraction emitting off me
I’m worried of how palpable it is
How evident and fragrant it is
But I look around and see
It’s only you and I
Starring at each other, longing for the other
It’s only you and I who know what’s happening
We are in our own secret little garden
Harboring our own maddening, sweetening, secret love

Be careful when approached with an opportunity for leadership
No one tells you how heavy a shepherds staff truly is

Her eyes sparkled so,
Like sapphires set in pearl cases
Sunshine bouncing off the ocean
Reflecting her exquisite taste
Her dialect was diamonds
Refinement, her vocabulary
Her goal was gold
Her native tongue was luxury
She could outshine the sun
At least that’s what they say
Mystery girl dripping in jewels
Could dazzle the darkest day

Aphrodite never died
She scattered into a billion pieces
And shards of her exist in women
Who understand their ****** power and persuasion
Isn’t a joke

She’s acting aloof
Not revealing her best
She’s got a good hand
Her cards are pressed to her chest
She’s got her eyes on you
With a winning poker face
You won’t know what hit ya
When she reveals that ace

Life is composed of beautiful moments
Stitched together with hope
Though there are patches of heartache and uncertainty
But all in all
It is a fine garment
Woven with the tender and caring hands
Of the creator
A symphony of color and sound and taste
Life, even with its doubts
Is a true gift for a heart that is grateful for it

We blazed
Flames in our eyes
****** each other with words
And incinerated our paradise
Cackled like hyenas
Possessed by a strange entity
All we could do was hurt
Swept away by a gale of fiery fury
And after all the pain inflicted
After the repeated jabs in the heart
After we burned what green was left
We stood bewildered and torn apart

As he speaks
Sun light dances on the wind
And my heart fills with divine light
Ribbons of breeze thread themselves into my hair
And I am free here in this secret place

Perhaps this is the least poetic thing I’ve ever uttered.
Sometimes love isn’t enough to make it through.

There is love
Unfathomably deep
Boisterous currents
That churn far underneath

Emotions can drown you
A rumbling abyss is this love
The faint of heart
Cannot rise above

Yes there IS a love
For which you would die
That’s what I feel for you
I pray it’s what you feel for I

But even if you don’t
My feelings will not halt
For it is the very nature of unconditional love
To love, even to a fault

The saying goes
“I love you to the moon and back”
But, men have walked on the moon
And can walk on it again.
Therefore, I would never set such an easily accomplished boundary as the moon.
I love you infinitely.

He walks back in forth in my heart like a specter
Quietly haunting neglected halls of affection
I see him in a mirror and he is gone
I see him in shadows then he disappears
He’s haunting me