Somewhere between
Life and death
Up there
We still exist

Strangers...nothing more
Like teardrops
Reminding us to sad times
And raindrops
Reminding us to cold times
Strangers...nothing more
Just sadness and coldness
Together we're timeless.

I'm a puppet
You're a puppeteer
Playing with my  soul-
Tangled in my fears
Thrown from the highest spot
The place between fantasy and reality
Love and hate
Sound of laughter interrupted by the waves in the ocean of tears
I'm a puppet
And you're a puppeteer
Playing with my soul
Covering my naked ghost with scars
Like they are the only clothes that fit me perfectly.
I'm a puppet
And your a puppeteer
Playing with my soul
Taking my ****** tears
Producing lipstick
Putting smile on my face with it.

I stumble over stones half blind,
I cannot see God's grand design;
But one day I'll have a higher view
Of all His mosiac's radiant hue**
Unknown

make me
your wife
or
get rid of
my life

you know that feeling you get when you're at the top of a building, or edge of a mountain?
that urge to just poke your head out a tad to see whats beneath you?
the fact that if you make one wrong move you can easily fall to your death is breath taking.
see that's how i like to live.
to do things that are risky, but not letting them take control of what happens.
sometimes when ive had a little too much to drink i go to the top of my apartment complex and just look around.
i can sit on the edge and look over , but i make sure im not careless because i control what happens
sometimes when im in doubt i take my dads bullets from his gun and hold them in my hands and just think about how much power i actually have.
i can have harmful things around me but not let them ruin me.
the bullets with out the gun cant hurt me,
so the risks i take cant either if im within moderation.
again i say that feeling you get from looking down from a high area...
i love it

And in that moment
I couldn't see anything
Except you in front of me
I couldn't feel anything
Except my love for you  
Suddenly the ocean of fears..
It was empty
All my fears were gone
Except one
The fear of losing you.

she held a prized position
in the cottage garden bed
on sighting her beauty
men would turn their heads

of rich red glory
of ravishing rogue
of such sublime hue

enticing were her petals
enthralling her perfume
comely twas the ardor
she excited in a man's plume

as she swayed in the soft breeze
as the sun shone upon her bloom
men became entranced
by her tantalizing loom

the
power
of
her
flower
alluring
bewitching
the
regal red rose
so
charming

Arcassin B:
Flooding through simple needs,
Like the stem and the seeds,
Its never what it seems,
I just can't put my finger on it,



vague rememberance:
the feeling of a soft breeze,
the crunching sounds of fallen leaves,
its such a vague memory,
i just cant put my finger on it

Arcassin B:
concrete surface not near the liquid,
Being inside you very vivid,
And even when the leaves get timid,
I just can't put my finger on it,


vague rememberance:
the water flows like life with sins,
the cool air brushes my skin,
but when the lights grow dim,
i just cant put my finger on it


Arcassin B:
sunlight through the branches,
Knowing what are the economical chances,
Watching the tree as it dances,
I just can't put my finger on it,


vague rememberance:
*the smell of oak and dew on grass,
answers to questions i never asked,
my old sweet memories i cannot grasp,
i just cant put my finger on it

you are the universe
and i'm not even a star,
your eyes like galaxies,
i'm completely lost.

Me...
the tone of your poetry
is so shoddy

Myself...
with that statement
I thoroughly agree

I...
it isn't worth showing
on Hello Poetry