Your words were like teeth, softly sinking into my skin.
Til that tease of pearls tightened, like a vice.
From satisfaction of indulging in sin,
To knowing I'll pay a price.

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.

Silk shines in the moonlight,
A glimmer to catch the eye.
As prey does fly, a hunter spies..
To catch a life within a web of lies.

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.

Intimidatingly alluring, that is what you are.
I cannot keep my awkwardness from stirring,
As I try to be smooth whilist my thoughts are still churning.
I keep messing up the words, from my mouth that come out.

You're even more fine, than the best dwarven stout,
With an essence of strength, though you keep yourself at length.
Even without a stash of memories, of you, in my mind;
Thoughts of you still cross, I find.
This is but a simple note to entwine your mind with rhyme,
I find you sublime, and I think you're divine.

Thou shall refrain from embracing the sun,
Or even setting course, too near a star;
In fear of the heat, exhaustion, and getting burned.

Though in time we all do learn, a trip can be more than but a destination..

It can become a journey in search of love, worth or salvation,
A trip becomes a memory, those memories become a life been lived.
And what good story exists without a point
Of

...Hesitation.

Will you make a point to stare into her eyes,
On days when you suspect, that her smile tells lies.
Will you remember to graze her skin,
On days you feel, she hurts within.
Could you carry the burden of telling only truths,
Instead of being brief, and consistently aloof.
Will you remember the small things, as well as the large,
And learn that the small, can be as large as the stars.
True love is never brief, it is not shallow, it can only be deep.
It is what many ignore, yet forever seek,
Burried by everything, but still under our feet.

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.

The unworded truth lay twisted,
Where teething creatures stir.
Caught in the cobs of forgotten crevasse,
The doomed but dormant menace.

Thy beast shall be relieved of such burden,
Set free to light all darkness in flame
To extinguish all, til no brightness remains.

Putrid air from foul corpses, permeate the living.
Forsaking unfit, weak forces; creating a race of productive courses.

What brings us together,
Will pull us apart;
For there is no winning in love
When only one, has a heart.

When you say forever,
I'll have no reply;
For you're trying to be clever
With words I hear, as a lie.

I arrange these messes of letters;
Trying to express feelings and thoughts.
Twenty six letters do not suffice
To describe some states of mind.
No metaphors, or similies, could portray
The hyperbole, of self induced dismay.

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.

Does a meaning differ -
By moonlight, aside sunlight..

What invokes essence of being,
Only unveiled by ticks on a clock

For some root into eternity, and flourish through ages;
Live timelessly in a world of time,
so long as those ahead choose to look behind.

Avek nqou threndeyr awun nlehg.
Blautne rahn suvek lar.

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

Heshlif moen fnigh alew,
Adow thel neqith.

Zil neith rouj yehk zcehn.

While all the other girls are putting on their makeup
I am putting on my face.
For them, its to accentuate their already existing beauty,
For me, its to cover up the darkness.

I am my makeup.
Every word I say
Every action taken.
It's all been planned out for whatever eyes may peer,
and whatever ears to hear.

Sometimes, I like to wonder what it would be like to be me.
To see how people would react to my true self,
Would they turn and hug me, or run away.
I'm betting they'd just run.

So I will always be the shadow, hiding behind a face.

Complimenting a succubus, may not go as planned,
For every line you feed a *****; she will want several more.
Words are fuel for her fire, keep it burning, her desire.
More, and more, and more it takes,
To satisfy, to satiate.
Give me some ******* more,
And I'll be your little *****.

Starlight, quite bright,
Shining in the dark, tonight,
Give a light 'til darkness, fright,
And hide away, from me.

With each breath drawn, the distance which parts our bodies will evaporate, like dew after dawn.

And with each exhale of humid breath, the time taken slipping out of fabrics slows to a streamlined unveiling; that could entwine me until death.

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?

Filling in lines, with large amounts of time.
Collapsing echoes of empty thoughts into our corners,
And living numb, like emotional hoarders.

Let us free. We wish to sing, to dance again;
To live our lives, as we did back then.
So ourselves and full of passion.
And so unique in every fashion.

Dig at me
With your knives and your spades,
You will not unburden my heart.
You can not find what no longer remains,
Or what was never there from the start.

Plead with me, your insincerity,
For thy glazed eyes will not ever see clearly.
I am full, of this emptiness.
I am the unhealthy and disgusting piggybacking on bitterness.

Holding every deadly sin in the palms of my hands,
And rolling the dice instead of making demands.

Hell does summon my fire within.
True wrath, is my only kin

This is the reality in which we live;
In such a messed up world
Where lives are nothing but points to give.

Where is the word of the common man?
Spreading misinformation hand and hand.

Help! Said he, a refugee
Save me from demise.

Save us all, from our land of lies,
For in the west we have it all,
But no one sees, as the world does fall.

I beckon for us to call a truce,
To help out those in dire need -
But to help won't satiate our greed.

We would rather watch a brother bleed,
Than share with another, our own feed.

Help us all, for we are ******.

Weeds that grow, wind to and fro
We cannot let them go,
I can not let them go.

Abrasively dismayed
By the ones, with whom she played.

Winding up a glaze,
To cover eyes at which you gaze.

Melting forests, tied with old
Thoughts and feelings, poured the mold,
Upon which hardships now behold.

Carry on your storm,
For it is why the sky was born.

Twisting, turning, tides o churning
Diving down, to drown the burning
Fires flying, dreams of dying
Yearning and still learning.

Chase the oil slicks,
Douse the blackness.
Flee the river styx,
Let go of false desires.

Set the past, ablaze with matches.
Destroy this hatred, in its masses.
Follow footsteps, frightened faces,
And find fate hides, in many places.

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.

Bright lights glitter like a starry sky in the wilderness,
While dark eyes glimmer in response to sweet nothingness.
The world is filled with beauty, and dreadful things,
Though not every life feels the truth, or emotion
As not every man or wife will always show devotion.

Clip these wings, don't let me sing.
A caged bird is a safe bird.
A caged bird. A lovebird.

A cage is not a home.

Body and mind.
What is one without the other?
Love and trust gone - torn asunder.
This is what one douth plunder
To take just the body, of another.

I am the graphite, in the pencil which you hold.
I make my appearances where you place me, and nowhere else.

You use me to scratch out your thoughts.
You use me to draw these lines of conformity, to which I wish not to abide.
But I must - as you create these lines from myself.

Write on, you hold the power the same way you hold me,
With a firm, yet slightly loose grip.
You hold all control.

"I do not wish for this."

I was once full, respectable and of use, but you have worn me down.
I have been degraded, and as simple graphite I can not simply put myself together again.
You have diminished my encasing, sharpened away my boundary's.

Shifting times -
The turn of a season.

It's a beautiful, and dramatic change
Which slowly envelops all life.

Coercing leaves to the ground,
And coaxing the cold white into making it's first appearance.

This change happens every year before our eyes -
Plants and animals all change their ways
Yet our habits stay the same.

Man does not react as efficiently as the rest of life;
Man does not always notice this vast change
Until he sees the final leaf fall from tree.

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.