Whilst you screech,
Through ships sails,
Like a thousand banshees,
Your icy, scarce warm touch,
Gives me shivers and sweats,
as you howl into spaces,
Destroying bark,
And concrete structures,
Underreckening,
Of her tactual sensation,
and power.

i wrote a lot of great poetry when i was in love
i wrote even better poetry when i was in pain
i wrote the best poetry when i realized that the two emotions were actually the same.

We should sleep until we float away.
We must leave our shadows behind.
No cares and doubts, just us. Like travelers on a quixotic quest, unsure of where we are headed, or what lurks within, our hearts would guide us, our path, stained with memories that would lead us away from the night. Are we in love or lust?
Young and wild, we are immune to pain. Our footprints trailing ignorantly, our emotions concealing this darkness.
Proud rebels, we conquered the world. We couldn’t wake up because this was our existence. As uncertainty led us, we believed that we ran away from our wrongs.
Then the good times turned sour, we knew it would tear us apart.

It’s easy to say we had it all, youth, laughter and time. With each becoming a burden, we couldn’t begin to explain.
The summery sun, the warmth, the feeling to be alive made our bones stride whimsically and forced our habits to beckon greedily.
These crispy sheets, clean with memories, masks pain, lies and delusions with tangled moments.
Moments blinded with passion that deepens our emotions, making us build empires between what we “could be” and “should be”.
The voices in our heads waiting for the perfect time to strike, hinting towards a future, somewhere in nowhere, non-existent to the mortal mind. Rendering our resistance weak, making our escape inevitable.
We dreamt of this place, tranquil without darkness and filth.

Basking in the euphoria of our love; with each red light we confronted, we danced and kissed. We made sweet love off ecstatic shots.
We came alive through our raging passions and vile fantasies. We ran through these doors which revealed the world; vast and worth exploring, enticing our bodies.
We could not object, but we were not weak, our futures dared us. Some would think we were irrational, no! We were just scared.
Scared that we would leave this world unfulfilled, the very essence of life untapped. No one sees these shadows that hover, no one understands us.
This guilt won’t consume us, our love will not falter.
Though it is twisted and keeps burning in our minds, we can’t be consumed.
It gets harder to hold on but to set ourselves free, we will forge hope from our weakness and we will hammer our dreams into reality.
We are prepared to fight for what we believe in, no longer will we doubt ourselves, we will no longer be afraid because we will find the perfect place where our hearts will forever be in sync.

the snow has always been deep.
i find myself wondering what it would be like to fall from the sky and cover dead people five five five feet in dirt
what would it be like?
to fall on the rooftops of happy parents, happy children, happy happy happy.
happy is a pile of leaves in my mind that i use when i need a reminder of how people want me to act.
but it's winter now and it's getting harder to find that pile of leaves so i settle on displaying an extravagant and artistic blend of emotionlessness.
i tell myself i can do it i can do it i can do it but the hearing test came back and i will always hear you will fail fail fail die
maybe, if you're lucky, soon, but it's really not your choice unless you want it to be and growing older makes you want it to be.
you're slower now, you've grown older, it's always winter and the hearing aids are too expensive.
your life is a house and the snow upon its rooftop muffles the voices of people that can help, people that might try to help.
the wooden walls smell like dead trees and there is no furniture in this home but four ceiling lights.
you've spent your days staring at them and the cold has already broken three but you're not worried.
it's darker now and you're not sure why but you feel obligated to repeat your name until it sounds like anything but your name because having the same name as someone else has always bothered you.
the pile of leaves is still lost under the snow and it's getting harder now to say your name and you don't know why so you curl up in a ball and think of dead bodies buried five five five feet deep.
you freeze.
the fourth light breaks into tiny shards reminding you that your vocal cords haven't been used since thursday.
you can't remember how many lights there used to be.
did you know that you could just sleep?
did you know?
you we're always buried five five five feet deep.

When you know you're broke
And sadness is what you soak,
Remember why you stood at first,
To become something and quench that thirst !

When darkness is what you follow,
Remember it's just hollow !
Because the ones that believe in your core,
Eyes of them will help you reach your shore !

Spark in you is still that wild,
The once fallen, again stood up a child !
And when they try to put you down,
Show them your spirit that wears a crown!

Sacrifice when makes you burn,
Don't forget, that gold is in what you turn !
Loneliness in you when starts to reside,
Your soul will remind you,
That your mate is just beside!