I will wear your words and actions
Like burns on my skin.
A cloak of emotion.
Whatever you say or do,
I will show you what it means.

Blame me for something thats your fault?
Expect curled lips,
Growls and sharpened teeth,
Claws ready to fight.

Tell me you love me
Then leave me all alone?
Expect tears, punched walls,
****** fists,
Collapse.

You're an ocean away,
Yet today I feel like you're right next to me.

Thank you for wrapping your
Strong arms
Around me and shielding me from the onslaught of my demons.

It's been such a long time
Since I've actually felt
At ease.
To actually feel calm,
Relaxed,
And excited for what the day has to bring.
All I can do is smile,
And all I want to do is smile.
Mt heart finally landed on cloud nine again
After such a treacherous journey
Up in to the clouds,
It can finally sink into the soft
Whispy clouds,
And be held
And be at home.

They are fighting again.
Two lovebirds stuck in a cage,
Pretending to be lovebirds,
But are really ravens painted lovely colors.
They put on a show when their owners watch,
Chirping happily,
Flittingly loving.
But turn your back for one second,
And they will screech, quarrel,
Claw each others throats out.
And they think we don't know.

I can't write poems
that sound like music floating
through the wind
the way you do
but I can try
and veil my words
with your magic

I have too many secrets kept inside,
But I'll just tell you lies,
Or things that don't matter,
Cause I don't matter.

I don't want you to see me.

Someone once told me that
Each crease on your hand is a secret.
And my hands are both deeply lined,
With so many rivers and tributaries...

I have so many things I'm burting to say,
But like a lysosome,
I know if I tell you,
It'll corrode you and digest you,
And it's not worth the pain.
I'm not worth the pain.
So let me carry it all around,
My corpse just a messenger bag,
And I'll release them when I'm
*dead.

You're the first person
to ever realize
that we're falling apart.
Congrats, Luis,
for once a guy has actually cared about
the stature of our current relationship,
which is to say,
that it's slowly deteriorating.

I want to enjoy life to the fullest,
eating my heart out,
enjoying these heavenly cookies
without a care.
But as I eat, guiltily,
the weight down below gets heavier and heavier,
and thoughts of judgment
and looks, they begin to come back with a vengeance.
I'm enjoying life right now,
but I will pay the price later.

You can't love a corpse,
whether it's beautiful or not,
you just can't.

Guess that's why you left.

She told her that she will save her,
She will carry away all her worries,
Soothe away all her problems,
And bring a smile to her face
always.

She promised never to leave.

She also stopped caring
When the crows came knocking
Kicking down doors,
Tearing her heart apart.
She stopped caring.

Guess that's why she is crying.

We once were close,
you once entrusted me with everything that burdened you,
and I've held onto it this whole time, waiting to put it in the grave with me when the time comes.
But you're all gone.
I miss you guys, the weight feels lighter and lighter nowadays as you guys come and reclaim it.
Don't go...
don't leave me here, alone to worry about myself and to deal with my own devils...

They tell me it isn't love.
That it's not right
that I fall for someone I've never seen before.
Well I have.
And you just can't
"un-fall" in love with someone.

I guess it's the way you smile
And shine, cause baby,
You are like a star
In a New York City sky,
The only one up there,
All by your lonesome,
Standing strong,
Shining bright
In the dark midnight.

Or maybe it's the sparkle in your eyes,
That shimmer like the sun
On miami waves.

Or maybe even the way you tell me those stories of yours,
Leaving me wanting to know more,
But of course I'm too shy to ask.

I'm not sure what exactly it is,
But I'm attracted
(The way north pole of a magnet is attracted to a south pole of magnet haha oops science puns)
To everything about you.

You tell me you want to be a rockstar.
Well you already are to me.
You tell me all your "flaws"
I tell you that's what makes you
perfect to me.

So I just wanted to tell you,
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year, dear,
And

-pulls over some mistletoe-
Oh! Look! Seems like we are "coincidently" under some mistletoe!
-grabs you and kisses you-

I love you more ;)

With lots of love,
Your bizarre, clingy, and random creep,
Li ;)

I've been thinking a lot lately,
I miss you.
Remember our talks?
Yea those ones.
They made me so happy,
happier than you would know,
and I was so glad,
that for once,
I was helping someone,
making their day better rather than
******* everything up like I always do.
You moved.
I stayed with you,
your one hopefully long term friend.
Then you left.
You left me with a message from you, written by your brother,
you were in the hospital.
and now you're gone.
I miss talking to you,
that one silly conversation we had
powerful combinations, and awesome magical abilities.
I want to help you,
to keep that promise and be your one long term friend,
get you through those tough times and all that moving.
Let's talk again sometime soon, k?

;* Pauline

My dear midnight flower,
You are such a fighter (for good things)...
You're too good to me,
to everyone.
You always have been,
and you deserve more.

You deserve more poetry to be written about you,
you deserve more kisses and hugs,
you deserve less hurt...

But I guess you're "used" to all the **** that's in your life.
I hope one day you'll find your sun,
and you'll be their cherished moon.

You mean a lot to me,
and I hold you dear to my heart...
for you to get hurt,
I will hurt the person whom hurt you with a force over nine-thousand times stronger than what they did to you,
after consoling and tending to you first, of course.

The way you smile,
makes me smile, just knowing that you're happy.
The way you hurt,
it's a blow to the gut,
I couldn't protect you,
and you're hurt...

I'm sorry this poem is all over the place and I couldn't bring you enough justice,
for you're too good to describe in just mere words.
Only actions like
a swift kick to the head,
a hare burrowing into the ground,
and maybe a fisherman releasing his fish,
can describe you.

Or maybe
You're more like a skyscraper,
Literally and figuratively.
I'll always look up to you, senpai.
I will always try to take brilliant pictures of you, to capture the essence of you.
But I'll always fail,
'Cause you're best seen in real life and not in photos.

But no matter what, I'll always be here for you,
The bizarre Hanji sidekick
To your sugoi, very interesting
Levi-heichou.

- Love, your crazy, over-protective and psychotic kohai,
Paul ^^

happy- no, happy is too dull of a word- blissful birthday to you :D im so glad to be your friend in the flesh and blood and i do hope that you have the best year ever :) much better than last year with all the dark side and ******-face-blondie drama. ;) Sending you best wishes, and many thanx for always being there, especially when I need you the most! I love you! <3

I'm not usually a person to hate on things.
But for you to HURT MY FRIENDS,
Well.
Things just got very... very... personal.
Now I have an idea,
Why don't you take back your words,
Back the ******* my friends,
Or I will personally make you wish you never met me, aye?

Just read Lovecraft's most recent "poems"
and started laughing my *** off.
I think I'm going crazy XD
I'm SOOOOO HAPPY that he would take the time
to write poems about me,
and think about me!
I'm honored, sir, truly honored, that you would
take the time to remind me of what I am,
a, "Creep who loves is NOT a dove"

Bravo, Lovecraft!
And I thank you for your idiocy,
your mean words,
and reminding me that I ****,
cause I do, I know. :)

Love,
the Creep that does not love you.

PS. Love your profile pic and background pic, where'd you get them?

I love you.
It's a fact. I care about you
and I'm worried.
Everyone is.
I just want you to trust me,
let me into your life
so that I can wrap you up,
take all the pain away,
and just cry in your place.

But you're strong.
I know you are.
And I trust you,
I really do.
If it's something I shouldn't hear,
then so be it.
But you should know,
it's tearing me apart inside.
I don't want to push you,
I know what it's like;
nevertheless,
I still yearn to know and worry.

But,
if you don't want to say anything,
fine. I'm okay with that too.
Just know I'm here and I want to be your
best friend.
You need one in this crazy ******* up world.

I want to delete every ******* poem I wrote about you, but I can't bear to delete them, I'll just lose the memory of what it felt like to be in love.

Do you know how depressing it is to realize you will never see them in real life no matter how much you dream about it? Or how you will never feel their touch, never be wrapped up in their arms in real life?

i want to
take my slow time
meandering down
down and down your pale chest,
kissing every birthmark,
every part of you,
every so slowly as you shiver under
my soft touches.

i want to trail my cool fingers from ur lips
and grip you close to me
as the blood rushes to every piece of you i touch.

i want to make you mine.

I'm sorry for being your problem now,
but your stuck with me now.

she came onto the car today
head bowed, shoulders hunched
holding what looked like the world for her
as everyone looked away and barred themselves
for things they were too busy to hear,
too insignificant for their time

with a deep breath
she started
slowly gaining strength and power through her words
showing the words out of her mouth on to
the bare ***** subway floor
spreading them almost like a disease bring for sustenance
because thats what everyone thought she was
a parasite, a mere annoyance
nothing more

so when she spoke of repent
and saving i listened as she bore her eyes through me
and looked into me
and spoke of the things to be wary of
as i cast my eyes down and looked away
ashamed

bear your sins,
be free of their binding
she preached;
escape their cage, their imprisonment
and be free

At first you were a distraction
To help me forget about
Him.
But then you became someone
More than just a distraction,
You became an addiction.
Once you left,
I needed a new distraction
For you this time and for him.
And the cycle continues.

I wonder, when will I stop needing
Distractions?
When well I be
Strong enough to
Not need you anymore?

Don't ever write me a love letter.
I just might end up falling in love.

Don't look at me.
I don't want to get any ideas and get starry eyed.

Don't flirt with me.
I will remember everything you say
And store it in a tiny compartment in my heart.

Don't hug me.
I will only crave more once I have a taste of those drugs.

Lastly, most importantly,
Don't ever fall in love with me.
I don't want my heart to be broken
And I don't want to break yours either.

I remember I was shivering
when you told me
death was near.
No hurricane came,
no tornado burst in,
nothing.
Nothing changed,
all except that you were gone.

The bull began to tear me apart inside
bit by bit with its horns,
delirious,
I guess you messed with the bull inside me,
and I finally got the horns.

But I know that at least,
when you're up there,
you'll be able to laugh more freely,
to smile a bit more.

I'm still not used to
you not being here
and letting me know how awesome you are
and using present tense.
Your still here.
Your not gone yet.
I refuse to acknowledge the corpse,
'cause really you haven't left no matter what they say.

And i know for a fact
all those selfish *******
will now come back
and “cry” for you,
to pretend they liked you,
give you even more unrest
as you roll around trying to get the peace u deserve.

such a right day to do things,
on such a dreary, rainy day
a day you would love
but everyone would hate…
you decided to troll us all
and leave on such a ripe day,
the best day.
a day you would love,
but everyone would hate…

im still shivering.
of the news or the cold that suddenly waft in,
im not sure.

maybe if i talked to you sooner...

in the death of a forest,
in the ashes rises a new one,
a meadow forms, strong,
filled with larks,
and the horror that once was
is gone,
but no, that's not true...
it still lives inside each and every being there...
its just...
there...
always there....

Take me away to San Francisco,
where everything and anything that happens in my dreams exist,
where my dreams can roam free like the tendril of the ocean,
and secret smiles are shared.
When only the mist from a warm cup of hot chocolate
will disturb my thoughts,
when I can be free again.

The bay and the mountains met and clasped hands,
stirring around the quaint houses
and trolley cars streaming up and down like kites in the sky.
Where cerulean met emerald,
they looked into each others eyes,
and promised life and love for each other.

Together they have survived the worst of it all,
standing strong even now,
their bodies humming and alive,
beating and there.
Where music moves like a silent poison everywhere,
people like pieces of art walking down the street,
and shops like little treasure chests.

Please carry me away,
back to San Francisco-
the place of my dreams.

Last night,
I dreamt of you.
For the first time,
It was so real...
You were there to comfort me,
As we just lay in bed,
Watching tv
Kissing,
Snuggling,
healing.

When I woke up,
You weren't there,
And reality ran me over with a truck,
And I realized it will only be
*just a dream.

One day, I hope
We will meet again,
And we will talk all day
And love and laugh...

Sometimes I can't tell
If I fell for you,
Or fell for the thought
Of you falling for me.

I don't think I'll ever be able to get over you,
So I hope that you won't ever break me.

I guess it's true.
Drugs always have a price.

The ******* took my sense of smell and voice,
The ***** my sense of sight, judgement, and reality,
The marijuana got rid of my beauty.

But you, you took away
My soul,
My heart,
My mind,
My heart.

You are the most expensive drug of them all.
I gave you all this and it still wasn't enough,
Loans were made, never returned,
And here I am.
An empty carcass addicted to you.

We're all secret drummers,
we all have drums in our chests,
we're all drummers at *heart.

Winter's days have become one,
Mashed together to form one dreadful night,
As my eyes become bloodshot, another gulp of pungent whiskey.
On this night when the moon's luminance reveals itself through a sheet of blank clouds,
And I'm left confined in the purgatory of a lonely bedroom, Whose once blue walls have all but burnt to black,
As they seem to broaden to maximize my desolation.
I question my existence.
I question my sanity.
I question when I will see the sun again.
For the moon may be the only soul who is as lonely as I.

But the moon seeks solace in himself,
And does not comfort me as the way you once did,
On these drunken nights where the enemy was the bottom of a fifth of Jack Daniel’s.
What took away my everything,
Was the only thing that could aid me in my resurrection.
So now I lay here,
Alone.
Questioning everything,
Scrambling to fix all that's been broken,
Building these deplorable ramshackle buildings on top of broken rubble,
With shards of glass and stinging tears as they mix with the blood on my hands,
But that doesn't matter, does it?
It will crumble, no matter how many times I try over and over again to rebuild.
This idiotic tower of sanity.
Why not just lay in this defeat?
And accept the harrowing fate that failure is upon me.
Let myself reek with self pity.
And drench myself with vomits of slurred words like,
"I miss you, I love you."

In my melancholy rage,
I'll take what is left of my body out into the cold,
In attempt to feel something real again as I dance with frozen tears in the numbing blanket of snow,
Convincing myself you will soon join me as I glare up at a flavorless, charcoal sky,
Cursing the bland stars who don't comfort the moon like they once did,
As I throw up the final chunks of the parts of my body that were still alive.

I watch in horror in front of me as they crawl out,
Like spiders as they trickle into the night with eyes wide.
For now I'm stuck here,
Glancing around for help that will never come,
Trying desperately to gather pieces of a broken puzzle with weak hands and shaking fingers.
So now, I lay here.
Bare.
On the ground.
Everything splayed out for the world to step on and see.
All my mysteries drawn out,
All the secrets are no more,
All my thoughts, read like a book.
And as my insides spill and leak out further and further from my abdomen,
The crimson splurges and spits out.
So I clench my last hope,
The few drops left of honey whiskey in a bottle,
And I close my eyes,
For one last time.

Hurry,
inhale,
drink the alcohol
that flows through the tributaries,
before it is all gone,
and tell me all your sorrows.

Finish your drink,
wipe the mascara rivers away,
the ponds of tears,
the streams of lipstick smudged all around,
then let us float away
to a land of drunken, broken dreams,
and hopes never to be fulfilled.

We'll bellow with crazed laughter,
cry with smiles of the ******* up,
tell each other we are okay,
when we are shattering into pieces of
broken melodies-
hugs exchanged, sloppy kisses too,
but by tomorrow,
we have floated off,
out of unfulfilled days,
and back into reality.

It reeked of
Rejection and failure
As the poor man walked into
The start of his end.

He hobbled in with the help of a cane,
Back bent over,
Breathe quick and labored.
Something was wrong.

No one accompanied him,
But loneliness and loss
Each one flanking either side,
Helping him continue his treacherous
Walk of peril down the courtyard.

All watched as the man continued.
No one helped him.
No one stopped the forthcoming.

For when he must utter his last words,
He will have nothing to say
For he has not lived enough to
Be able to say anything much,
He had but no one to bid adieu,
He was alone.

When his neck was placed down,
He didn't scream.
He didn't plead.
He lay still.
There was nothing left
In the scarring world for him to live for anyways.
And when he is decapitated,
No one will watch.
No one will care.
It will be silent.
He will be gone.