Separated hearts to blame
Kindling the fires of passions flame
Her touch a feathery fire
Her love never to despair
In her kiss melted youth
Heart beats the truth
Held her as a morning dew
Afraid tis passion melt it too
Still waters and rumbling wave
Memories last to the grave
Arrows of cupids bow
Tears of eyes in love
Passion melted to gentle glow
Oh in thy depths poured my love
As a dream that fade in the morn
Love lost passion of heart torn

Each of us has been granted an amazing gift
Most of us don't see it yet but as the years pass we will come to cherish it.
And with any luck we will get the chance at some point to pass it on.
You will abuse it.
You will neglect it.
You will most likely take it for granted.
And on those darkest of days you may even consider yourself unworthy of having it.
But you are wrong!
If you were unworthy, you wouldn't have been given it in the first place.
I only hope each of you realize just how fortunate YOU are to have it and in doing so promise yourselves never to waste another minute of it.

Society left us all alone.

So we built ourselves a word throne.

I write fiction because I realized
from a young age that
I was a splendid liar,
with these pretty little lies
I ******* all nice and tight.
Slowly they became bigger
as I became bigger
and they became ugly
as I became ugly,
and still they came,
with more momentum now.
They grew thorns, hurting the
people who believed them.
I put them on the paper
so they could look beautiful
again.
Still they were false.
Still they sat in my gut
like an unwanted child,
a weight I couldn't help
but carry.
So here, another lie
for me to tie.
See, see how pretty it is?

simply put,
i want to hold you in that evanescent moment
during the formation of a thought, of an utterance;
the moment between not knowing what to say or think
and expressing it in perfect clarity.
the moment when, despite the words still being tangled up,
hidden in a fog,
the thought is still clear.
the moment when the words are forming, bubbling, exploding into life on the tip of your tongue,
but you have not yet set them free.

i want to hold you in this moment of beautiful silence,
of unspoken understanding,
of connecting through thoughts not yet complete,
and words not yet said.

a timeless instant,
a short-lived forever.

(a.m.)

Fog of pain veils the path
Burning bridges of enmity and wrath
Unknown destination unknown path
Searched the way in the heart

The compass of life misguided past
The sign board of destination die cast
Know not the end as pains last
Searched the way in the heart

Road ahead to ride ahead
Sign board to ride ahead
Road ahead to ride ahead
Paths to find road ahead

Today you said something that,
Finally put me over the edge,
That finally made me make up this,
Sick twisted mind of mine.

One simple text was enough,
To flip the switch from on,
Straight to off,
Without a second thought.

Now all day I have been
Thinking, of how I feel,
How I feel free but yet,
Lonely.

You see I think we were made,
To be friends, and we took it too far,
I did not mean to break your heart,
If it helps, I broke my own heart too.

All the others who have caught my eye,
Are no longer on my mind,
It really was the thrill of it all,
That ultimately had me.

Now I am left with this new feeling,
You see I have always been alone,
But this is the first time in my life,
That I have ever felt lonely.

If you have wings
Then you should fly..

Fly high
Up in the sky

But  what good is flying,
When it's so lonely
Up there
In the sky