Pyromancy, is what I fancy.
Living for heat, and getting burned;
There are few greater lessons that one can learn,
Than to deal with a fire that forever churns.

It's an agonizing dance filled with a torturous dread,
But it will ignite your heart with passion, once you gain a kind of tread.

Dance with me fire, I no longer fear your burn.
Entrance me, desire, show me what I must earn.

The one that stays
And who is always there
To bring on conversation
Where distance means nothing
No matter how far

In the distance
When you desire time
Or a smile on your face
Someone will always mean something
Just as a star on a clear night.

It was like radiation.
The atom bomb he dropped,
It was enough to **** us off.

I didn't know
The lingering effects
Would eventually **** anything
I held near, or dear.

From the first day I saw you,
There wasn't a doubt in my mind.
I like you.
From the first day we spoke,
There was all the more reason.
I cannot say I know you well,
Or that many do, from what I can tell.
Still, it seems you have me under a spell.
Each morning I wake, you cross my mind,
And throughout the day those thoughts linger.
I have spent a great deal of time
Fantasizing situations where we meet again;
Where I'll say the words I write with my pen.

Don't leave the bottle out for the alcoholic,
who's in the midst of losing grip

Don't tempt the former addict,
who's mind can't stop craving the next drip

Don't smoke in front of the smoker,
who swears they've finally quit

Don't lend money to the gambler,
as temptation persistently insists

Don't even touch the *** addict,
cause at first, it's always bliss.

Lusting to grasp what is, fulfillment.
Without any desire to escape, thy cruel confines.
Your blood grows thinner, with each insatiable sip.
This is, a poison, a man made addiction,
That replaces common sense, with each desired drip.
Each glass may aid you, but each glass, won't fill you.
It may help you to forget your life,
Now you're saying it helps you live..
Over time, it has become the entirety of who you are.
It appears you are no longer alive, to me.
Your vision is now too blurred to see,
And I, will no longer show you mercy.

It is the time for me
To make an old enemy,
My best friend.
Until the very end.

You're such a disgrace, and have a foul taste,
But I can not face what tears me apart,
So a relationship with you, I will have to start.

Let me forget, all of my regret.
Drown me in my own sorrow,
And I will pray to not wake up tomorrow.

You can't leave me
Like everyone else can,
And if you can't help me,
Nobody can.

Slowly you will begin to ****
The part of me I can't let out.
Negative thoughts will begin to fill my brain,
So drain me and my thoughts of death,
Or help me, by taking my last breath.

Fill me up, for I am empty.
Fill me with courage o plenty.

I will drink, as I sink.
Until I reach the bottom.

Lesson 1:

Make her feel small, for the weak fear conflict.
Defend your honor, defend your words,
And make it clear; you will also defend her.
This will build trust, and trust is a must.

Warning;

This trap is a web which you must always keep spinning
If what you want in the end is to come out, winning.

Lesson 2:

Coax her into discussions which will turn to debate,
And do all that you can, to not have to relate.
Gather interesting facts and display all possible proof
So you prove every thing for her, except for the truth.
This is learning to create and display distractions,
Distractions are your savior.

This trap is a web which you must always keep spinning
If what you want in the end is to come out, winning.

Lesson 3:

Remember; she is never allowed to be right.
For if you give her the power of winning
She will feel she has the power to leave.
It is your job to keep her stuck,
And to take all that she has to offer,
while leaving her believing life is filled with bad luck.

Hint:

The difficulty in success lies, in your lies.
If she can read that you are lying, this trap will not succeed.
The trick is learning to tell lies, which no one else can read.

I shall grace the, with my misery.
Eluding certainty of attraction.
Stirring the ***, of everything sought,
After I poison myself in humilitys fashion.

I shall consume thy concoction;
Devouring all that delights,
Whilst keeping my soul
And my heart, out of sight.

I may claw at my throat,
From the poisonous notes.
Grasping for air, claiming life isn't fair,
To avoid the one certain truth,
I'm the only cause, of despair.

I'll let my right hand, tell me what I want.
Cause in writing, my had makes the motion,
of the the thoughts, and feelings, inside my mind.
It sets them out on paper, so answers I can find.

I miss feeling wanted.
Back when I knew I was desired,
Before I turned into someone who was acquired.

All these little pick me ups that you drop off, they weigh me down.
and I cant even move around. In fear that I, might make a sound.

For if I call, they wont catch me,
And if I fall I will drown.

Here I stand to wait my turn. Here I stand, for I have learned.
My dear we all have ups and downs, just as our faces have smiles, and frowns.
Some days we may want to turn around, and not face the path we're walking down.

For if I call, they wont catch me.
If I fall, I will drown.

The difficulty, in foreseeing impending fatigue,
lies uncomfortably in the presence of emotion.

Clouding any vision of what's not concrete,
like a blindfold, masking anything of curiosity,
from our minds, and our lives.
Making the unknown, a mystery to all.

New ideas will cease to exist,
as everything will stay the same.
Just as love would have wanted.

Solidity in solitude,
and finding it exists.

Compassion in discernment,
where everything, just fits.

Avek nqou threndeyr awun nlehg.
Blautne rahn suvek lar.

This is what I've wanted.
To slip under sheets and get a restful sleep,
Instead of laying awake, uncertain, unsatisfied.

I've wished to be lost in the comforts of pillows and blankets,
Not left uncovered, uncomfortable.

I've found a new bed
I've found the dream outside my head.
I finally feel alive, not dead.

You are the ice that layers itself under the snow,
And what I have to watch out for with each step, as I walk.
You are always there, in my mind.
But you are not always here, because if you are I can't see you.

It seems so complex,
The way that you linger around
Even after you're long gone.
But this is as simple as ice in the winter.

When I think it is safe to run,
I may slip and fall down again.
Because you are always there.
You are always here, my ice.

I can not rid you from my life entirely,
as much as I wish it were possible.
I will make the same mistakes,
If I do not watch where I am walking.

I must live with the realization that the ground is not solid.
knowing that walking on, is not as easy as I have remembered.

You come off as tough and unyielding,
And I, a maliable form..
Show me your weakness;
And I'll show you my strength.

Nual doan fouth keer heln
Aleht geif netfh aour Neith.
Elnish fouthe aourn
Eo ulth.

I will taste the lust on your lips,
For I have watched it linger there.
I will coax out those words you hide in your mind,
For I have seen sentances spark within your stare.
I will bite at these things that keep you contained,
For I also wish to be free from restrains.

Trembling shivers
Slide their way
Across my skin, in waves.

Dazzling stars slowly flicker by
Enveloping doubt and fear as it draws nigh
Soon distressing, causing fear
For heaven's place, is not placed here.

Encroaching hardship may soon reach end
For through time, sights once glanced through a lens
May be retraced to their den
Results of circumstance, depends.

I lie naked before a man in armor,
Who asks me to undress more.
I lie naked, exposed, given no honor,
In the midst of a winter storm.

To remain, and sacrifice my mind and body,
Or leave with my skin void of all clothes.
Love is a lonely place to be,
Love may not be a place for me.

A color scheme settles, into the black and white.
The areas once shaded, crosshatched, and scratched out
Have been evenly filled in with vibrant colors.

A yellow sets itself within the confines of lines on a page
As the dense blue stains heavy paper, with a bold sincerity.

Details without color, drew out texture and description.
Greens brought out life in these lines,
Red, added a thrill and suspense.

I am black and white,
I am simple, but complex to the detail.
Let's not ruin a good thing,
Color is complexity.

Fragile bark coats the weeping willow,
Who's insides have been infested with termites.
They'll devour her core and leave her empty
While still appearing full and plenty,

'Til she begins to rot.

Crimson red, and glorious gold.
Two vibrant colors, of a tale never told.
A king and his servant, rein 'til they grow old,
though the price on this kings head,
would leave his whole kingdom sold.

A man with a knife,
aims to take the kings life,
and with it his wealth,
his honor, and health.

An impossible task,
he who endeavors won't last.
For none can hide through a mask,
in a crowd of men, so vast.

Countless numbers have tried,
and fell where past bodies have lied.
While others remain tied, if they haven't yet died.
This king hasn't cried, only laughed and sighed,
at the men who give their lives, while he waits, and abides.

Bloodshed that won't end,
til one man, has the kings head.
Who will go where others will not tread,
perhaps a servant in the kings stead.
As royalty lays down in his bed,
he won't wake in the morning, for he will be dead.

The only guard with a key,
to the kings chamber, you see,
killed the king in his sleep,
so his life, he could keep,
and so all of the servants,
could live happy, and free.

I watch the tree outside my window,
As it's bark seeps out some sap.
I watch each drop, so slowly,
Roll down the rough tree branch.

This tree, is alive, its crying,
Tears of sweet, thick, sorrow.
This tree, is slowly dying,
It's what this sap, does show.

You have lived a gracious life,
Provided shade for a child, husband, and wife,
But now you've reached your times end,
So I, will end your pain, my friend.

I will take you down, with a few hacks,
Of my sharp, and heavy axe.
From there you will live on,
Til I, too, am gone.

You've lived your life, with me,
A hundred years, as one grand tree,
Placed right outside my window,
Oh, it hurts, to see you go.

So as your bark to ashes, turn,
I here too, with you, will burn.
There is no lesson to learn.
We live together, we die together.

Build it up, break it down, change it then go back to town
How do I obtain the color brown, would ask a newbie, with a frown.
Crafting and rafting,
Collecting and perplexing

In this world, there's always more
Not a thing I don't simply adore
What is obsidian used for?
Why that's to open a nether door,
Be sure to build it 5x4

Explore a jungle, make a tunnel,
Or let a creeper get you into trouble

Come out now, I beckon and coax.

Turmoil; twisted and tethered,
like tendrils on my subconscious.

They grip.

It's my only goal to make them slip, unclip, and submit.

I am to wash away all negativity and dismay, to make my world anew by light of day.

In my mind, my soul, my body, my whole; these things I will not let stay.

He fell in love with the shell of a woman,
Whos eyes sparked from harshness.
Whos skin was chilled by the idea of lust.

"I swore I've seen a happy you,
And it was the most attractive thing I've ever seen."
What he saw was just a gleam -
Of someone that had never been.

It's not love, I tell you.
"But I swear my love is true."

I'll carve his heart right out,
Cause it wasn't love, I have no doubt.
I'll tell it to his face, that this was a mistake.

"Don't give up."

Why not?

Dreams to reality.
If what I dream,
could be brought to life,
the world would live a life of strife.

The fiercest animals, together as one,
work to **** 'til the job is done.
our legs cant move as fast as we can run,
so every stumble, is the predators fun.

Scattered shavings of pencil led
To line the dusty floor.
Sketched art instead of words unsaid
Sleeping behind closed doors.
A sillouette in graphite lines
Surfaces in the dark,
When light shines out and down again
The creature does embark.

That magazine you keep on your shelf,
That you haven't looked at, more than twice.
It holds all of my sympathy,
For I know, of what that felt.

A fascination, of incomprehensible thoughts,
winding in, and around your eloquence.
A sense, that lingers in respectable beauty.
An uncontainable, unrestrainable feel.
Anyone would **** to be in the presence,
of this simply complex contingency.

Allure me with silence, causing a stir of thoughts
In my heart as an ocean, in my mind as a sky,
In all of those rivers which have long since run dry.

Is this your endeavour, to drench yourself in splendour,
Leading eyes away, whilist running astray.
Watching me squirm, with each second of delay.

Perhaps it is not, the outcome you've sought.
Though the truth is so far, from easy to spot;
As any good killer, not easily caught.

I'll avoid eye contact,
And speaking.
I'll walk silent, as though sneaking.
I am not here today;
If I am, no one sees me.

It's but a lonely place, in this heart.
No matter how clean things are kept,
It constantly feels it's all falling apart;
And to clean up this mess, I don't know where to start.

To entwine you, within my forests
Of compliments and compassion.
To feed your every breath, fresh air
Of honesty and understanding.

Perhaps this is what, you want from me;
But fear I may one day, lie to the.

Well, give me but a chance,
I'll show you the world in which
You have me
Entranced

I'll concoct the finest Ventures,
And gift to you, my many splendours.
Fulfill your every want, and greed,
Satiate when you do plead.
Tis my desire. For you, I feed.

I would like to slip softly, kindly, into the abyss..
That sweet nothingness, which cradles all in darkness.

I wish to become part of it,
Letting that cold emptiness entwine itself, into my thoughts, smothering them into decay.

I seek to see no trace left, of this mortality I hold.
To let it drift away on oceans of black, eventually sinking sweetly beneath the tectonic plates.

Erased.

If I cry to the moon, like a wolf in the woods..
Would it heed a reply?
If I let my tears drip, as I bathe in the river..
Would the fish taste the salts of my sorrow?
If I exhale a breath into the night air,
Would the breeze even be aware?

Are my actions frozen in place,
Or simply, displaced..
Like the smile from a face.

Heshlif moen fnigh alew,
Adow thel neqith.

Zil neith rouj yehk zcehn.

You were the first drop of rain after a seemingly endless drought.
The beginning of the end of a barren Era.

After that first drop, the crops began to take life.
The trees seemed to stand taller,
The animals, seemed calmer.

You were the start of everything new.
You were the embodiment, of everything true.

I couldn't ask a thing from you,
Your presence is enough to fulfill a lifetime.

You are my sister, this is true,
no matter what, I'm here for you.
You are my sister, and since the start,
there has been a place for you in my heart.
No matter what you're going through,
I'll back you up, in whatever you do.
We can just sit, and watch a nice view,
or laugh while we drink a brew, or two.
You are my sister, a work of art,
and I hope that we, will never part.

Its days like this when I'm on top of the world.
And yet, I always find a way to let it slip through my fingers.
Cause clenched fists, could never hold as much as open palms.