What is involved in being poetic?
Is it that you have to bleed
when you feel
or remember what you felt like?

Is there a spark in your brain?
Does it tell you the words,
does it give you rhyme,
does it command your thoughts?

Or does it come from the heart?
Is it pumped through your veins,
breathed into your lungs,
is it in every fibre of your being?

What is it, to be a poet?
Is it skill?
Is it random?
Is it learned?

It is you.
You are a poem.

I sit and I stare
                         At the angel silently praying
                                                         ­               perched on a stack of books
Waiting.

The beliefs of others
                                  Do not rest in me
                                                              ­  But this small angel sees
Into me.

She waits for me to realize
                                              Something
 ­                                             Anything
           ­                                ...Nothing  
                                                    ­            She waits like a gargoyle
for nothing.

That little angel
                           Keeps me thinking however
                                                         ­                   about what she thinks exactly
I'll sit thinking forever
Because glass angels do not speak
Or so I thought

Does it ever cross your mind,
The feeling of your lips on mine
Your hand on my skin
I am yours, you are mine?

Do you ever stop to wonder,
Why you make me breathless
Why my cheeks turn pink
Why I smile when you're near?

Are you actually blind,
to hints
subtle glances
timid looks?

You cross my mind.
I wonder about you.
How I wish I could see

You are my question
But I feel like the answer

I crash
My mind hits the rocks
The tide sweeps away hope
Prevention was in the clocks

Time was ticking
The old father knew
sooner or later
Reality would blast a hole brand new

My beliefs and my Hope
My imagination ran wild
Malicious Reality intervened
Cunning Fate sat back and smiled

In one brief moment
All I thought was real
Laughs in my face
The vault is resealed

Realizations hit me
I sit and I cry
I am left beaten and empty
Silenting hoping no one will pry

Love and Faith
Take pity on my soul
The ways of the world are not my own
And carefully, I fill in the hole

It uses the seatbelt as a vesicle
Slithers across your shoulders,
prickles your chest

With every beat
It pounds into your heart,
wiggles into your veins

You're infected
But it feels so good

Your blood forgets oxygen
and caters to the pulse
flowing throughout your systems

At once, Gravity remembers it's job
angrily it sinks to your feet
pools and tenses

Wearily it exits through the sole
spiders into the floor
the music has left you

You are forever infected
And it feels so good

Steel flecks
on my rose of red,
sparkle
like death.

They wink
from my rose of red,
snicker
like jealousy.

Removal is futile
on my rose of red,
they prickle
like envy.

My rose of red
is tainted
by flecks of steel.
Poisoned.

A rose by any other name
would smell as sweet

A rose gazed upon through tears
can never be as meaningful
as the day it was given in
love

Black streaks race down
the flushed flesh of my face

A rose that stood for love
now stands for something lost

A rose sways solemnly
in a bed of forgotten flowers
the life ****** from its
youthful petals
though Death will ne'er take it

A rose by any other name
has thorns that pierce

Thump, tha-thump thump. thump, thump
you just walked past me

Thud, thud-thud-thud, thud, thud
hello just left your lips

Thump, thump, poundpoundpound, thump, thump
your skin met mine for a moment

Beep, beep, beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep---
What would I do if you kissed me?

I flow like a pasture in a gale
I smell like the wild and the free
I inhale the ice of a breeze
I glide over a sea of land
I possess the spirit of nature
And I run, at my best, like the wind

Flowers are simplistic
Seemingly

Like Dragons are deadly
According to...?

We have much to realize
Undoubtedly

And much to see
Undeniably

Flowers are complex
Like Dragons are intelligent

I miss you
I can't help it

Just when I think
I can go even one day
Without your memory
You pop up

Haunting
Reminiscent
Beautiful

And I remember
How you used to hold me
Close to you

And I cry
Because I long for your touch
Once again

So I hope you think of me
When your thinking
Because I think of you
All the time

I can't help
That I miss you

Golden rays melt
into vast amounts of white
Not a drop of loss was felt
Unfortuneatly that was then
Unfortuneatly this is now

Sparkles used to be the only
Product of the light
When beauty was
just a silent grace
not a silent threat

Ice ruled humbly
A creature at its side
Magnificent and mighty
Paws like frosty boulders
Spirit intertwined with cold

Together they seemed
unstoppable
unbreakable   inseperable
They were unbeatable
So solid

As the gas fills the air
It allies with golden rays
And as the ice shrinks back
weakened, beaten, damaged
The icebear follows suit
Gems of the North are disappearing
going
going
Gone.

When your gaze scours my curves,
I feel naked, yet cloth pulls tightly.
You go beyond ******* me with your eyes.
Tequila has nothing on the way you look--
at me.

When you speak to me, only me,
The lead of words is turned into
The gold of excitement.
Every syllabe tickles my sensitive stimuli,
Every word seduces my thought,
Until all I can utter is--
"more".

Hot breath on my neck drenches
My senses, leaves me breathless.
And when I ask, "can I borrow yours?"
Your kiss rivals that of the french.
So hot, our lips are not our own.
Then your tongue turns into Columbus,
and explores.
Your touch is my master,
Your movement my release.

And when finally,
Liquid love makes my clothing
Suffocating.
There is only one word on my lips--
"Remove".

Violence destroys more
Spreads faster
Lives longer
Burns hotter
Than wildfire

Violence tunnels into our hearts
Embeds itself deep within our souls
Turns us inside out, upside down
Corrupts our minds, taints our thoughts

Violence will not control us
Will not shape us
Will not mold our being

We will fight it
Destroy it
Combat it
Annihilate it
Prevail against it.

I love talking to you,
Standing close to your heart,
Hearing you breathing, and the sound of your voice.
          Not needing a piece of technology
          To express my feelings for you

A phone could never do that anyway.

Once upon a time
There was a hole
In my heart
It was rather deep
Undeniably vast
It hurts
It was dug by human hands
And also filled by them
I know you're leaving
When you stand in it
You fill it
And it doesn't hurt
But I know you can't
Can't fill it forever
But I can wait
Wait for you to come back
Back to the hole
And fill it again
*Don't be long

We were a bubble
So calm, so peaceful
Gently bobbing in the breeze
Like life bobs on the endless wind

Then we popped
It was so sudden
So surprising
Yet so undeniably inevitable
It makes my heart bleed

When I take a look around
It isn't just our bubble of perfection
That has been so mercilessly exploded
We are not alone.

I guess it shouldn't
But it makes me feel better
Knowing I'm not the only one
That has had a dream go bang
And blow up
Splattering wet, sticky bubble slime
All over your face

If every relationship was like a bubble
Where would we be?
Eventually, just forgotten memories
Drifting on a wind long gone
Waiting for another song

I'm going to pick my self up
Move on, move up
Continue with my hopes
Remember I had dreams

I hope you do too
All the best
With your next bubble

Of course you're not a poet
-I'm not?
No, you can't Rhyme
You can't get a beat
You can't even take time
-Oh...
Who do you think you are?
-A poet
No, you're wrong
-Why is that?
Did you hear what I just told you?
-No, because I didn't need to
What do you mean?
-Poetry can be all of those things
-And none of those things
-Who do you think you are?

I wrote a Poem for you
                                           And hoped that you would like it
                                                                                                      I kind of want to impress you
                                           Because I like it when you smile
Smile at me
                                           You make me light up
                                                                                                     Like a lonely christmas tree
                                           Trying to attract attention
So that it may shine
                                           And make someone
                                                                                                     beam like a lighthouse
                                           I want to make you beam
With this poem I wrote

Swim in the sea of knowledge
Walk through the desert of wisdom
I would trek across this world of upheaval
Just to stroll next to you for a moment

And when you're no where near me
All I have is precious memories
They float through my mind and drill me
Linger and ***** my senses

When I'm able to feel your prescence
When I can hear your heart racing underneath breaths
When your curves are molded by my body
We are so much like one moment, all our own

Inside my body there is a thing,
Possibly the most important thing
A body could ever have.

It beat-beat-beats,
Pulses, throbs,
Extends, contracts,
Reaches out, touches lives.

The soul.
The Life Force of humans.
The riveting complexity.
The unending depth.

We all have one
We all need one
Do we all appreciate one?

To the sweet songbird of the forests
Your song will never end
To the cries of the wolves that ring out true
The melody will always flow sweet
To the dance of water and the shore
You will forever be together
To the human with intentions dark
You will never ruin what is true
To mother nature, tortured and forgotten
*In our hearts, you will always be free

There is something funny happening in my chest
            That area under my ribs
                       Inside the place that pumps blood through my veins
                                    I think it might be pumping faster
                                                But it only happens when you're near me
                                                         I can't understand why it wants to beat faster
                                                          ­          When you put your hand on my leg
                                                             ­                  Or why
                                                             ­        It seems to want to leave my body
                                                         When your lips touch mine
                                                 I think it may be because it likes you
                                      I wouldn't blame it at all, you're sweet, funny, smart, kind
                         And good looking. I think it really, REALLY likes you.
             I might not have a heart by the time you're done. It feels like it wants you. Not me.
I know exactly what's happening in my chest.

Lying in bed at night
Eyes wide open
Seeing nothing
Or so we think.

The amazing thing about the dark
Is that there is an abscence of light
And so light cannot tell you what you do
Or do not see.

Reach your hand out into the blackness
Imagine you can go on forever
There could be a pixie flying past you
Or a meadow just a stroll away

Without light, we are more free to see
See the things we want, our fantasies
The dark is a wonderful thing
Because it is nothing, and everything

Lying in bed at night
Eyes wide shut
Seeing everything
Now we believe

With eyes like fire
and breath to match
Fear swoops in on us
Wings ablaze
Tail like a whip
Hate wells up
Legs scream power
Talons ooze poison
Terror cries in our hearts

And with Fear, Hate and Terror
Comes, distrust, misunderstanding
prejudice.
A mighty Dragon is slain
An emblem of Earth destroyed
All because we didn't wait
We judged, misjudged
Now we have lost a great creature

Its in the way you look at me
The way you touch my thigh
Trail your finger up my leg
Over my hips, along my abs
I know not how you've sinned
Though you said you've been bad
Boy,
The way that you make me feel
Can only be described as heavenly

So how is it
that when you move with me
when you rock my body
kiss my tenderness
love with no boundries
I feel as though
I've sinned?

Nothing that feels this good
Can be anything but bad

The heat that's longed for in the summer months,
Is now a slow assasin.
Carefully growing hotter,
Cautiously building power.

The bitter cold that's near unbearable,
Is now in need of saving.
Slowly receding,
Quietly waving goodbye.

For many summers we
Have experienced the change.
Tales of brave, strong bears
Swimming endlessly in search of ice.
Drowning.

Our Ice is disappearing
And with it, our secret.
There is spirit in the North
Unlike any other.

Together we must make a change.
Appeal to the better nature of man,
If ever there was one.
We need to fight,
Defend,
Protect,
And love,
Or we will be no more.

And** then the world breaks
Light is moved by shadows
Never will it be the same
Gave to us by misunderstanding
The upheavel we experience
Darkness rises from its hiding place
A new Earth begins to shape
Chance is given to those left behind
To regain their lost dignity
Shine like the new stars created by those lost

I am not living.
You tried everything you knew
The cracks I still slipped through
Makes me realize I was human

Lost in sorrowful wisps of smoke
Carried in the wind and forgotten
An imagination fruitful, rotten
Reminding me I was not human

The things I have not discovered
Plague, irritate, mock with great joy
The things I have, like children's toys
I realize I don't care which I was.

I've known you but a minute,
Though it seems to be forever.
You're an all important person,
Someone I'll remember.

Though time and ocean have seperated us,
The illusion of distance seems to much.
Yet I know well enough,
That soon I'll be able to feel your touch.

If distance was to great a feat,
I would give up, go home, stay away.
But I know better, only a matter of time.
And I sit here counting the days

I would be more spontaneous. Think irrationally more often. Dance like there's no one watching.

                         I would listen to my mother and talk back less often.
I would have been there for every yes, no, maybe, and I do.

   I would have stopped
   Every bully
   I ever saw. Instead of being a bystander.

I would bleed more often.           Heal more often.                     See more.

                  I would pay attention to the little things, ignore the big.
                                      See the future, remember the past ... not repeat it.

I'd say what's on my mind. Nothing would be bottled inside. I'd pour my heart into everything.

                                  I'd take steps to be the poet I've always wanted to be.

           The Writer I know I can be.
I am strong inside, though inside never shows, and that wouldn't be.

I would believe in the power of magick, for it's everywhere, though oppressed.

                                               I would sing with Birds.
                                               I would smell the Roses.

I need to forget; the fun we've had
I need to progress; leave behind the past
I need to believe; I am worth everything she is
I need to remember; you're only one person
I need to look back; not repeat the past

Anger Rages Throughout
Not One To Back Down
Won't Be Defeated

You Call Me A Liar
You Say I'm Delusional
You Don't Know The Half Of It

I'll Take You On
I Cannot Lose
I'm Stronger Than You Think

Try And Break Me
Do Your Worst
Bring It On

No Chance Of Winning
I Know Your Game To Well
Quit While You Can
**Save Yourself The Effort

Love is forbidden
To those who fight
Who fight for love
For love is not.

Love is given
To those who need
Who need love
For love is fickle.

Love is lost
To those who try
Who try for love
For love is cruel.

Love is none
None of these for me
For I have you
And love is mine

Serpants slide over the Earth,
and consider it but a task.
I hope my poetry will glide over paper,
like a little snake through grass.

Oh how I differ from
The youthful beauty of
A pale new flower

Velvet petals of orange,
A stem of vibrant green
leaves as young as I once was

As autumn brings harsh cold
A reining beauty shall fall
Join me and pass away

Your time has ended
As time takes its tithe
your life is now not

Our hearts were filled with fierce compassion
The touch of your skin was pure satisfaction
Your kiss, so lush, was once so pleasurable
The sense of excitement was immeasurable

We prepare to draw, in this deadly game
Oh woe to the sheriff that attempts to tame
Felt to extremes are pleasure and pain
For one will lose and one will gain

But while we fight to apprehend our feelings
and curse upon one another with words sent reeling
Our kin sit sobbing, dying, reaching
For a hand that promises words so healing

Poetry can save a life
It can introduce new life
And honor a  life past.

Poetry can be the air you breathe
Your sustenance
Your water and shelter.

Poetry is the gift of creativity
The savior of many
And the light in your path

Poetry is what I thrive on
Poetry is what I believe in
Poetry is my life.

These butterflies in my stomach will roam far and near
for my once trusted net has holes true, through and clear

My tongue has been tied so impossibly taught
by the black taints of secrets no force can un-knot

My mind will stay un-made so torn and confused
so now I may fall and join the abused

My soul has been shattered, the pieces are strewn
no one dare retrieve them for sharp edges are doomed

My heart, blessed be, the worst of them all has been broken and un-mended
no one cares to heal a heart so long forgotten and un-tended

The fresh aroma of the ocean drifted around me
mixing with the luxurious smell of the forest.
The gentle touch of grass and moss,
made me feel as if I were weightless.
The sound of the morning breeze in the trees,
made my heart flutter and my soul dance.

Everything around me seemed to be in tune,
with this subtle spring song,
that nature seemed to be playing.
Everything moved, danced and whispered,
in one fluid movement.

I wanted to be part of it to.
I danced around the dimmed beach meadow,
and lost myself in the song.
When I left, the night was approaching.
Gentle song had quieted,
ready to inspire the next wounded soul.

Can love ever confess as much as
kind Natures careful, caring caress can?

His gentle caress drives my senses mad.
There is no denying someone that melts your heart,
And drives away all that seems bad.
I've been hit with cupids ever seeking dart.

His eyes are beacons of light saving me from the storm.
His soft voice calling to me from a distance
Its him I want, for my soul is now warm.
I don't understand why he insists on persistence.

His arms a blanket
His kiss a luxury
His words a melody
His smile a light
His eyes an escape
All I need is Him.

Seeing is believing,
though we often only look,
missing what we believe,
and seeing nothing.
What a funny routine to be caught up in.

True love cannot die
If it is never found
In the first place.

You cannot receive love
If you choose not to love others
Break down the walls and start anew,
For that special someone,
Is one of few.

Rocks skitter
Waves roll
When relentless meets inviting,
is when earth becomes whole.