The beauty is still unsurpassed..
The pious heart is still unbiased..
The purity is still unblemished..

The charm is still unabashed..
The grace is still unabandoned..
The brilliance is still unabused..

The serenity is still unabhorred..
The spark is still unblazed..
The ***** is still unstained

Just an abrasive scratched the vignette..,
But the portrait is still a masterpiece..!!!!
O woman..
You are still as elegant and dignified!!!

You're ******* the marrow
From my brittle bones
Leaving decomposed white shells
Within the wilted flower that is me
But I forgive you
Once
Twice
Three hundred times over
I know you're struggling with porphyria
I know you're projecting your
"daddy issues" onto me
But if it hurt so badly when he left you,
Why do you subject me to the same pain?
Why did you want her but not me?
She is no princess and I am no peasant
I don't want you, not one bit
Life would be a breeze if you would have just left forever
Though I need you
You and I, we're more alike than I care to admit
We're both users
Searching for affection in enigmatic futures
Rather than addressing the wounds of broken childhoods
But in doing so,
We're breaking adulthood
Burning bridges we haven't yet walked
Extinguishing trails unblazed
Never exiting a situation unscathed

this whole world is beautiful
I’ve seen it with my own bright eyes
everything I’ve fallen in love with
oceans that stretch forever
and gleam iridescent azure
while mighty waves crest into the sky
forests that climb overhead
and all the life climbing with them
high on bursting verdant canopies
those scarlet-golden sunsets
cherished only in a moment
but held close to the heart forever
and I’ve heard it sing to me
countless voices singing one song
every single one a unique verse
distant calls of mockingbirds
each note made of avian love
sung to each other and the whole world
faint howling of coyotes
ferocious things of teeth and claws
a black backdrop for a vivid world
whispers of lovers at night
promises of their life yet lived
together with hands locked and eyes set
and I must say i’ve felt it
every single thing strikes a chord
each familiar path or trail unblazed
all of the places I’ve been
fabled cities and fresh retreats
give a sense of time: passed or ahead
all of the stories I’ve read
words by Hemingway or Dumas
spin worlds in both romance and the real
all of the people I’ve met
doctors, baristas, and students
each touched me with their own perspective
the world is beautiful, true
but when I look up to the sky
I know beauty isn’t just on Earth
when I see stars and stardust
floating in galaxies above
the whole universe looks beautiful

Crimson skies dwell above
A caliginous passanger to her allurment,
Her coarse body intertwined with the jagged thorns of a rose, reaching toward every vulnerable crevice.

Yet she stands ***** in her solitude,
Her beauty only amplified by the scars left from years of desolation.

She hides behind her labyrinth
A deceitful shelter from the elements

I journey through her path stumbling through the endless dark

occasionally I find myself aching from the pain as though I can no longer Travel through her unblazed path.

I only pray that one day I can Set my eyes upon her magnificient figure.

To see past her concrete walls and hold my Venus torment in all her pain and suffering.

Your hair is glowing,
Fine silver and gold.
Never dying of love,
Never growing old.

Your eyes are brown,
Autumn ceases to exist.
Worlds are renowned,
Time starts to shift.

Your skin is hazed,
Your fire unblazed.
It sparks the night,
Mistakes out of sight.

Your smile draws the sun,
Captive motion reflects.
Joy has only begun,
Regret has fled.

You left no trace,
Bearing the pain.
Still showing your face,
Still touching the rain.

You caused the smiles,
Made them open.
Running for miles,
Waiting for moments.


Words are just words.
Yet they ****, they burn.
I’d hate it to happen.
Leave stains on your shirt.

Time saw it happen,
Sat by and watched.
Hearts being blackened,
Love being locked.

Your divinity,
Love’s infinity.
Your song’s made to be,
Heard and sung beautifully.

Your skinny jeans,
Just made to be seen.
Your sweater enhances,
When their heart almost ended.

Your jacket adds some weight,
Keeps you warm, keeps you safe.
It feels so good, but feels so bad.
You know it should, but’ll never make a comrade.