Life, I know you don't believe me
But you are just a lie
Giving people so much hope
Just to take it when we die

So love is really nothing
Time is the only truth
We lose each minute as it passes
Just like we lose our youth

With the kiss of life
and the sting of death
We laugh and cry
Till our final breath

No ease from worries
Until we've died
Life was my lover
But death, my bride

Among addictions and vice
there are none I want more
than an addiction to the sunrise,
a vice most forgiving.

The taste of alcohol,
inciting the bellicose beast
cannot satisfy me,
and I have tried.

As for pleasure,
the kind that makes skin crawl
and the breath heavy,
needs more than itself to satisfy,

so I searched on.

Chalices of wine and paper smoke,
skin and bedrooms bathed in moonlight,
the allure of quick satisfaction
could not satiate my thirst.

Only one scene has been constant,
delivering me from my vices,
partner of the morning skies,
far from tinctures and tonics,

the sunrise.

Ladies
Do you Love a well-hung stud?
Do you love a muscular and powerful man?

With high *** drive
And a rather long and thick manhood?

Do you enjoy his ****** stamina?
If you do

Write a poem for me
About how your well-hung stud
Sends waves of pleasure through your body!

When I was young
The tv promised us
We would see
What we always wanted
And so my cousin
Kept me awake
To see the first white flake
Hit the ground like
Goose feathers gliding through the sky.  
My mother lit a smoke
And said why do want it to snow.  
And Jared softly whispered  
In her ear like a delicate
Crumb of frost.

" grandma watched us
Out side her window"
And now I get
To watch her
Play in the snow

Incandescent light bulbs,
when they share their love,
it tends to light up a room.
As for pieces of broken mirrors,
they're really just smaller new ones
awash with life experience.

So, when you told me
that you were broken
I begged to differ.

The difference between
a broken lightbulb
and a dead one
is simply shattered glass,
and the difference between
a broken mirror
and a dead one
is the person looking in it.

So please,
you may be broken,
but without you
I have no light,
and mirrors are useless
in the dark.

You can't move on
      If someone's still holding you back.
Not necessarily tied down
      But having your mind off track.
The worst part isn't
      In losing your head
The worst part lies
      In losing your friend.

I stood at the edge of the cliff
Thousands of feet in the sky.
And I asked myself,
How do I know
I cannot fly,
If I have never tried?
I pondered on the question,
And realized,
I needed to find out.
So I jumped.