She was confused about life
But not the beauty it held

Your lips find my very weak spot
And I tingle
Does this make ashamed or should it? I do not know yet I cluster myself together to give you more
Then the blackness settles as the euphoria momentarily blinds us
Our other senses of the world suddenly unknown to us as only the clenching and unclenching of our bodies is what we know
Our knowledge suddenly becomes limited
And we can only speak words of "you" "I" and "love"
Bodies were not made to express this length of work and I am sure we indefinately destroyed ours, but we do not seem to mind as we push through
Hips connect and eyes roll as creatures from celtic and godly realms rejoice at the meeting of our minds,souls and bodies
They speak confused as to how such a connection can even be humanistic or even possible
You and I unaware of this attention, carry on and heave but for us it is not an unpleasant sound but one that let's us know the end is yet to come.

The moon turned it's eye when we hid to kiss
While the sun would blare it's rays in a dance for us
And how the stars would applaud when we made love

A day of wonder
Is a day I do not know
A day I have not been able to explore
Yet instead I discover the blood within lungs
preventing me from breathing
I cannot analyse the faces before me
The smiles
The happiness
I often wonder if that shall ever be applicable to me
If the sun will ever gift my skin with the shine it bestows upon others
They testify that I hallucinate
that none of my worries belong in reality
none of them are worth existing

You say my words are too deep
But only because yours were too shallow to make me float

Everything is talking
You're either talking to yourself
Or you're talking to the world
If you love
You talk
If you hate
You talk
A good experience
You talk
A bad experience
You talk.
All, everything of this universe this dimension and most likely the next is based on communication, one way or another and talking does not always mean words, it can be actions, signs, designs. We talk, through our art, eyes, lies, fears, desires, fantasies and , ore. And I'm beginning to understand how fundamental it is for us to keep talking, even though it would be extremely yard for us to stop in the first place

My mind is like a moonless night
Devoid of stars

Sometimes our hearts want to sing
But our brains are tone deaf

I may not be good
Not good at writing poetry about moonlit nights and cradled stars
I may not be good
Not good at painting scenes with words that seem from another realm
I may not be good
I may not be good at kissing your blood and bad memories away
But I still do try

Some days all you want is for someone to say to you
"I am happy you are here"
To listen to them speak about how your touch, gaze and smell intoxicates and influences them
Those days will come my dear, do not fight it
But fight the worthlessness it ever threatens to bring

Stop letting go
Of things you know
Make you glow

A person like you does not exist
If they did then the air would be sweeter
And the grass would be greener
The sky would be clearer
And happiness would be nearer

A person like you does not exist
If they did hospitals would be empty
Everyone would be off duty
There would be peace and no more mutiny

So a person like you is too good to exist
If you did the world would rip you apart

My soil is craving revenge
Yet I should be happy

Its blank
Its wet
Its a little morbid
And a lot alone
Its weak
Its frail
Its blind
Its a little torn
Its halfway dead
Its my heart

They say a love so young can only dream of growing old vines and lasting in the withering weather

That the cold stones of pain and sorrow will certainly crumble it away

That it shall never see the purple and orange kiss to create the evermore glorious sunsets

And yet here we are

Philosophers look for the truth
Lawyers look for the truth that suits them

Don't tell anyone
But I think my hands are too weak to catch the right type of love, the good kind that does not drip between your fingers in a sticky mess
But the kind that has wings to fly but remains nestled in your palms

I found myself missing your touch
Your lips on the autumn days that have come back
I missed your smile. The smile only I could project
I miss the wavering of your hand as you touched the maps of our bodies to discover new places
I never knew it would come to an end, that those crevices you discovered would lay neglected for half an eternity
But they did
Until now

The sun was just enough that day
And not because I could feel it on my skin
No,it was barely visible
But because it merely existed
So too the singing of the birds brought about a euphoric dance within my eardrums
And I pictured these birds in every colour,including some that unicorns only dream about
I appreciated the pavement beneath my red worn shoes and the way gum stuck to it for dear life,afraid to fall into itself
And I appreciated you.
You hadn't said a word.but you were just standing there
And that was enough. Always

That dust beaten ground welcomes your body
The vines of yesterdays sins wind round your legs
And you wait
You wait patiently for the tender ground to open its graceful mouth and take you uponits ttongue and swallow you into the venue of darkness
You dig your toes into sand and lay awake  star searching,yet you find not a single map to Venus
So as the wind howls,you sing along
Hoping that the mermaids far and wide can be kind enough to write you a Requiem to sing over your worthless grave

Bewitched are you
maiden of hell
Cast out in your drenched robes
for kingdoms you fell

Onyx eyes
and precious lips
Thinned hands
but luscious hips

Bewitched now
are those around
Captivated now
by your transfixing sound

Raising them up
to believe your every word
Watching them kneel
As they crown you lord

True love,
True love is me loving my self from bone to skin
From marrow to flesh
True love is me
Appreciating myself
Even when I'm not at my best

Sometimes the stars in your lovers become darkness
It is okay to leave before the darkness swallows your moon

Writing my future
And reading my past
Fixing the present
Hoping the tears don't last

You let happen what you think should happen

I need to read more
I need to grasp those words on paper more

Some people want you to flood them
with everything you have to offer
But remember it is okay to give drops
when your barrel is almost empty

Dreams don't hurt unless you want them to
Even nightmares coated with screams and quicksand won't hurt unless you want it to.Unless you forfeit all the power you have in the slumber real.

But why should you?

I've been sprouting
Trying to lift myself from the ground

I've been trampled on
And I have lost leaves

But I'm still sprouting
Lifting myself from the ground

All those sleepless nights
I would lay awake
Hoping you would knock
As my hands did shake
I tried to let music move me
As day would break
As the clock would move
And it hit quarter past eight
There was no end in the waters
Not even at the lake
As I would cry
And those sweet buns would bake
Life seemed so slow
Almost a mistake
As I realized you were my little fruitcake
But now as I lay here
The final moves I make
I breathe in
As all those many pills
I take

**** your eyes
The way they look at me
Peeling off my skin and revealing beauty
The way those lips testify of my glory
One which I never knew
And your words birth me anew
Like the saving fire of a pitch black night

Your hands never felt mine before
But they understood like they were born together
As though our fingers were locked in a silent embrace from time
Yet they were not,we were not

I fall back into myself some days and you grasp me just in time before I am swallowed
I still know that magic does not exist
It does not need to when you are around

The heart contradicts

Ready yourself
Steady yourself
And go

I sat alone
I ate alone
I walked alone
I existed alone

Yet now you stand here waiting for us to

Seat together
Eat together
Walk together
Exist as one

Words refuse to die
So do not give the wrong words life
Because words my flutter away
But they always make their way back home

If a woman is nothing
Then so is the sky
Becuasw ow can a body that contains the moon, sun and so many stars be constantly told it will never be big enough
And yet still have people gaze up ait it's wonder
My darling,
You are the sky
Through and through
You are limitless
You are boundless
And you are free
And for those who constantly say you are nothing
Well my dear they never carried the sun or the moon
So they will never understand how breathtaking your very existence is

Before you take me
Read my side effects
You need to know whats coming next
"Anger,irritation,chest pains and sleepless nights"
Trust,with me you won't be high like a thousand kites
You will get no buzz
You will get no excitement
Nothing will be of enchantment
What you will get will be pain,insomnia,difficulty breathing
Because my burden is just so heavy it could stop your breathing
You may go a little deaf from my constant singing
Your ears would be blooding ringing
And finally the chest pain
You won't wish to remember my name
Because your heart would be broken in vain

Create enough space in your heart to forgive those that hurt you
This doesn't mean create space for them to return
Know the difference

You took your words from your treasure chest
You chose the moset bitter ones
And sprinkled them on my wounds

And how ironic is it to try to trample a flower
But then it helps the soil birth ten more

I have an impecable memory
But has love forgotten me?

One morning,a little bird chirped at my window
I opened it up to let this creature in.
It glided unto the pane,its onyx eyes shinning bright
It began singing a song that could make a harp stop and listen.
Its tone wore a coat of gold
And its harmony had the tenderness of a dozen wind chimes.
I listened intently at this bird with its sunset coloured feathers.

I translated its song and this was what I heard:

'Far and wide,I came back and forth to this window.But now I'll stay,I'll stay'

Its song was a promise that it would be by my side,through my pain,tears and heartbreaks.

But as bread crumbs flew from another window,
It flew away

The wind carries what is not rooted,
So be like the trees
Your leaves may sway but you will remain

Love makes us do crazy things
Like living when the world is nothing but chaos

Beauty is shy sometimes
It is not commanding nor demanding
No
It hides in the corner of the room

True to the words I speak
True to the experiences I have lived
True to the hands I have held
And the faces I have met
Both the ones frozen in time and the ones that held motion
I know to it all a dream that will never be forgotten
A dream I could not make up on my own

My cell door seems tighter than before
The weak hinges mocking me with their glittering faces and beautiful posture.

Even the ceiling that was once dull and brown seems so pristine and glowing or is my misery lying to my eyes?

The blankets I have slept on for a dozen years are cold and wet and yet I don't know what bothers me more,the stench that stings my eyes or the fact you are not here to make it seem like rose beds.

The warden could not walk before,his legs broken or was that his heart?he looked at me with grief most days and cried others..now that you are gone it feels as though he laughs while his dim eyes look at me,his smiles as if mocking my loneliness.

Finally the little bird that used to sit on the tree..far off with bright blue feathers yet with an ugly beak came to me,its eyes glowing with mischief a song on its tongue, telling me it knew you were gone and I had to start counting down the days when my legs would give,my soul would rip and my love would fade.so I took it in my hands quietly caressing rhise feathers and snapped its neck. For no creature could understand how lost beingg without you made me

I see the oppression
But they constantly whisper to me
"Be blind"

He searches for sweetness
And yet there you are
Right in front of him
Honey
Flower
Sugar

I run from myself
Fast and breathless
I take a break often trying to recall what made me run
What me decide
To pick up my feet and take off
But I have nothing