such a gental movement
looking back at me
your hair swishes away from your soft features
exposing what for me felt like the whole world
such a gental movemnet
but it shook me
to my core
every fiber of my being
I ached to see it just one more time
everytime

I wanna kiss it
but its so hard
not sure how to bring it against my lips
and then my fingers up and slip
So soft
the place you make between my shoulders as they stand
the truth in your presence
the defautl in your eyes
unlike the lovely demise
in the powerful
but full of histories of deciet and self succumed lies
in a cloud on a pillar high
this is where I thought I might die
but death isnt the only escape
when beauty surrounds you from your mistakes
filters in through your insides
it leads you to a moutain top so high
the snow fall cleans you of your ***** hide
kiss you touch ouy
never call you mine
because I know better

not to contain higher things
clip thier wings

I gave my heart, I gve my soul
to the wronged of those

may I rest by your side
my ribcage exposed
to the love you know
from my touch
from my gental spirit
the light from behind my eyes
that reaches and finally does it touch
you heal me inside
you slip your sweet medicine between my lips
you swindle your breateh of life
I dont fight you with my hips
into my worried eyes
I fear not
not any more
so long as you are here
I can let go of this rope
lay your worried bones next to mine
and I'll do my very best to buy us this time
may the clock stop
as it does for the dead
because we are heaven lieing in your bed

kiss me once
kiss me twice
and I'll kiss you thrice
my worries drop as does this plunder
my thoughts roll from us like defeated thunder
I hold you whole
I hold you tight
I give you the same freedom, I give you the same rights
I heard you speak
of whats in your head
I'm smilling for the things you dont know that of which you said
fumbling in your sleep
you craddle my crown
as I dose myself in the sweet silent sound

I am fawn white
I am pure irridescent light
cloaked in darkness
hidden from sight
so that the goodness might prevail
even during teh trials of night

You, with orbs in your antlers
with moons on your tongue
you dont chase me
I realize I mustnt run
The power with in you
sends me still
even so, I am reeled
for the dangers I've met
for the dreams
I stir
I feel the safety in this allure
you sparkle in my eyes
from inside you
I see us side by side
standing tall
for authority we call

together we are safe
and with tired eyes
I will keep you warm and safe
to any and all expendeture
we are fair
a deiety in of itself
we are desired for being rare

I am the thunder that shakes your world
The terror lusting in your eyes
Simple gesture of impending pleasures
Intamently scratching out your eyes
Your meanness puts me off
But attractions turns me on
I hate to say, I’d like you
If your cloths weren’t on
Constructing my own tower
To keep you far away
But my hips sway in just that way
And broad shoulders lean in closer
What a titillating game…
I promise not to play
To bad you’re such a jack ***
You only know how to grab ***
I’m a gental honest lover
With passion under covers
I bet you have never known
That silky golden tone
Of soft lips whispering
I love you
Too bad you’re such a jack ***

rain falling
water flowing in heavy waves
wolves howling
moon
lighting a path

rain falling
stars above
water flowing in a gental wave

rain falling
the print of a wolf cub
water flowing as cherry blossoms fall

rain falling
water flowing as glistening flames
of a lantern

the petal of a Lilly
rain falling

by scarlet rose

You are..
                                AMAZING  
                       HONEST   KIND   FUN
             OUTGOING  UNDERSTANDING
         MYSTERIOUS  CERIOUS DIFFERENT
UNDEFINABLE  EXTORDINARY MAGNIFICENT
    DELIGHTFUL  WONDERFUL  LOVABLE
                    SWEET  GENTAL  PURE  
                            MOST OF ALL
                               JUST BEING
                                    YOU

Her eyes blue
Her hair a soft brown
She is perfect

She doesn't see her worth
She keeps going after the guy that hurt her
Over and Over

I wish she could see how much she is worth
She means the world to me
But she keeps hurtong herslelf for a guy who doesn't love her

I cant stand to see her hurt
She deservs the world
She is tall and smart and beautifull
She is funny and kind and soft
She has soft hands

She's loud but gental
She is a picture perfect girl

All I want is she
She is which I am living
She is which I am happy
She is which I long

She is my Yellow
My Blue
My Red
My Green
My Orange
She is my rainbow
She is my light
She is my stars
She is my galexy
She is my moon

And she is my insomnia
She is my reson
She is my guding hand
And she is the badage of the wounds I give myself
And she is the trash that took the blades
And she is the mended heart break
She is the bottle that I never picked up again
She is the pills I put back in the cabnet
She is...
she
She
SHe
SHE
SHE!!!

You remind me of a fish I once had, it was calm and gental and always made me laugh and even when I felt no one understood me the my fish did. In till one day it saw me crying but this time made no effort to make me happy and so the fish just swam away. I never saw this fish again and it made me so mad I wish I could have gone back in time so I could stop myself from meeting the fish, but something told me to forget the fish. So I did. I forgave the fish because I understood that it wasn't his fault but mine. This fish has come across once in a while but I've never had the guts to tell the fish I care and miss him.
So I keep to myself because this fish is happy and that all I've ever wanted.

I've smoked all these cigarettes
but I still don't know what "I love you" tastes like
I know hands againsts skin and a face on fire
shaking hands and heartache
but someone tell me
What does I love you taste like
what does it feel like against a hollow ear
I know his fingers on my spine, but not a print on my soul
not one steady syllable
I'm not old enough to say that I've felt it all
but I've felt enough
to feel this sickening ache deep in the pits of who I am
each time I get close enough these words are like sand
running through the cracks between my trembling digits
I swallow down every thought like a hand full of rocks
My throat is screaming raw
I've become too afraid to feel things that I cannot put into words
and to say I want nothing more than to see you
is not enough
because I want everything
including your voice
pressing hot words against my skin instead of finger tips
I want 'I love yous' in my eardrums
but all I get is the sound of my heart beating
and that's starting to sound like a gental lie
I've smoked all these cigarettes
My mouth is desert dry
I cannot force the words out
There is a faint buzzing in the back of my brain
it's more like a thousand wasps
The sound of every "I love you" that's ever been lost

Blonde hair
Blue eyes
Whispered I love yous
Such a stupid cliché
High school love
Is there really such a thing
He loves me, he loves me not???
Redundancy is what I hear
Such a stupid game that our hearts play
A victim of the lovers game
Images of a wedding day
White dress and roses
Another stupid cliché
A honeymoon most likely in the city of romance where there will be wine and gental kisses
The stupidity of the notion is astonishing
Two souls claiming love
The brunnete and the blonde
The perfect couple
Cliché, cliché, cliché
A repeating cliché
Its funny how its playing out
Unoriginal copies of past lovers
Im his cliché
And he is mine
Recreating memories of what society finds acceptable
None the less vows probably used a thousand times
I take him as mine in better and worse, sickness and health, richer and poorer till death do us part
Just another cliché
It's nothing more then a elaborate facades to prove the love of two hearts
Humor me with something more then a cliché

what a beautiful thing
to have a happiness box
filled with
quite mornings with falling snow
white light of a full moon with the ocean breeze caressing
rumble of lightening on the road under the flashing stars
warm sand between toes with sweet fruit on your tongue
peaceful nights as rain gently taps at your window
gental hums of the dishwasher as you fall asleep
her soft hair as she bends her head to cook
creaks of the stairs as they wear time with pride
what a magical thing to remember
your happiness box

If I could
Pull my clockwork heart out
From my chest and point
To every gear that refuses to tick

If I could
I would dismantle it in front of you
To show you where
And why it gave out

If I could
I would show you the gear
Unattached to any other
Spining desperately
Because it doesn't know
It's spinning along and for nothing

If I could
I would tell you I think
That I didn't know
That clockwork was so delicate
I think I have clumsy hands
And I broke a few parts
Trying to fix it

If I could
I would give you the windup key
To stab me in the back and twist it
Hoping for something to click into place

But I can't.
I gunked up the keyhole
Hope and fear don't mix well
Like chewing gum they stick
And mix until they're both brown

I can't
Reach that little gear
Spinning so relentlessly

I can't oil it
And stop it from screaming
Screeching so loudly
At all the other gears around it
That won't turn no matter how fast it goes

I can't
Turn each gear by hand
I've tried
No one warned me
That clockwork hearts are warm
And bruise so easily

If I could
I would take up my clockwork heart
In my clumsy callous hands
Feeling it's hummingbird wing beats
Struggling in Morse code
Begging and pleading
To be held gently

If I could
I think maybe I would grip it
Feel it sputter and struggle
Like every time before
Just for clockwork gears
To grind together
To spark for all the wrong reasons

If I could
I would squeeze just a bit more
Until the last spinning gear halted
I would sob as I crushed it
Because it's already bruised and sore

If I could
I would be gental and lay it down
Let it hummingbird wings beat
And see that it's a cog in a dying machine

If I could
I would let it go cold
Numb it so the bruises stop hurting
I would put it to rest for pities sake

If I could
I would be soft with it
But I have clumsy callous hands
And cruelty will have to do
I would dare to call it mercy
If it would justify my tears

I hurt all over, physically sick
Stuck with the haunting memory of his words
you can trust me, im here for you
I can still hear his voice so clear
So kind
So careing
I miss you babygurl
What once was comforting now only instills fear
How could he fake somthing like that?
How could he have lived with himself?
He was never real
Turning somthing thats supposed to be gental; Someone who trusted you with everything
Into a game

I wont be part of it.

i have a hidden tallent of my life a singer or the voice that can touch your hearts.
my mind thinks up a storm that comes to a plan on a friday afternoon.
my voice can only be heard if your heart has the courrage to follow what you want the most.
my voice is what my stories come to life.
cause my true love came and gave me hope to write this line.
my mind thinks first for what salllom words i could think to say to you to touch your heart deep.
i know i will proable be alone with my thoughts.
but ever word ever said threw my voice i hope it made you go mad with crazy love.
night and day come and go but i will never let my smooth gental words leave me.
that all i got when i feel abandoned.

my hidden voice can make your anger go leaving your life with peace.


my hidden talent with my voice can make words stories poems love notes and creat or life memories.

my hidden voice can only be heard for the traped broken lies.
my hidden voice can lift you off your feet when thinks start getting bad.

my hidden voice can heal your soul if your willing to listen to me while i start to write my entire life stories.

you will never be alon if your voice meets me down the slop.


my hidden voice can do many things but will never be harsh or angery just a loving kind blank page you should start writing to fin  me and you with our true love stories

and his mouth was on mine
gental,
like he was afraid to break me,
but passionate,
like he wanted me

and that,
was the last time i ever,
ever,
felt loved

i have let go of my grips my life is open to those who have the wrong ideas.

my free fall has let go all my stress and fears or what a mistake u have made when i let go when your try'ed to pull me to freedom  when the ****** games when they become a danger to this life. i have taken to this world a thrill of my own free falling like following your mind. my free fall is nothing you can stop i'm insane and filled with the energy to bounce off the walls. thrill seeking danger's have made my life so exiting that feels like this world has no fair game to catch me. follow me and ill show you a world of thrills and shakes so watch this take you phone and video tape me in the act of insanity. this world is so unfair but living life with no limits is what we have to fight for to follow our true dreams. your bullets may fly but your words only leave marks and lies all over your mouth. i have fallen the wrong way but your own things have catch'ed me in the nets of hell .

this world i walk is a free fall but i live in this insanity with life with no limits. dont let people prove you wrong. risks have the memories. only the chills you get when you see people who are pulling danger. but i'm just stuck in day dream shutting out all the society's voices out of line.

life with out thrill or danger is not fair to live life only if you live in the pitch dark not knowing what this world has to show you.


i'm not crazy but i'm kinda insane psychotic and i have no fear what choice will come at me


but i live a life with no boundr's or limits. cause im not going to let things stop me till i make my path to reach sky high.


im not going to let any thing stop me no untile i do all my ideas to prove them all wrong.

this world is so nasty with people who think they can prove you wrong.

i will rip people's souls out along my ride but i have my idea to prove this ******* world wrong. even if it takes me to set a blaze of unknown ideas that will wipe out the ones who just hold the world down treating ideas like a threat but i still have ideas to change this worlds prospective. cause my ideas are bullet proof to all your words and hate you spread..


so if you want to know well take my hand and lets run threw the night making mistrife   till we just let go and let out all our fears. untile you have cleaned our all your darkest regrets out. so follow me and will finally have the free free fall to end all the regrets behind and let out all your anger then you just have to let your life most disires drive your fears unleash.

just follow me cause life with no limits the laws of psychics is when you have your free falling when you get the magical feeling of death defying chills.

i live with no fear or hills but my ideas have played the game of what i truly have acheeved.


free fallen is my life of insane **** that will end all rules of lies i will prove this world wrong of every thing

free falling is a choice so it wont break gental but it will make life even more fun to explor your own limits.

Give me something tender,
Give me something sweet.
Give me something just for
Me, that no one else can see.

Give me a kiss so gental,
Yet rough with youthful love.
Give me something beautiful,
That's sent from God above.

Give me all your fiery hate,
Give me all your care.
I want to be with you forever,
So baby, take me there.

Midnight thinking.
Late night dreaming.

Watching the night sky.
Enjoying the the darkness,
Make the moon, & the stars look bright.
Something like day light,
& sunny skies.
But not quite.

The whistling, fresh breeze.
Laying here under the trees.
The damp grass feels soothing.

The silence.. It's beautiful.
Only to hear the gental snores of earth.

I whisper closely..
"I am a part of you,
& without you I'd be nothing.
Sleep soundly mother..
For you are my nature.

when the moon is full so are my eyes. when winter seems to be around the corner. something dies in me. a small pach of flower's when it grows cold so dose my soul. when it rains it floods and rip's apart the nartral beauty that lyes in me the gental feeling grows heavy and horrable. what dead floweres in me is whn im dead in side

Love is real, love is long, love can twin you to the lyrics of a song. Love is beauty but with a dark face, love is the person the world can't replace. Love is so gental but then is so cruel, love is the universe your lover can only rule. But when love seems at it's most, a fairytaled dream, the lover is awoken by despairs lonesome screem. Because as in love, it takes but a minute to fall, your lover is gone and then you lose it all.

As my mind floats a drift
My thoughts begin to shif
To your words
That handful of letters
That lost their betters
Those words turned to hate
As I lost my faith
Your hands once so gental
Turned into scorn that was oh so mental!
My body can not take all this fear and this hate