took my hand pulled me into a room
where moms and dads danced to the cure
leaned me against the wall and the neon glow was harsh
bent my back against the edge, and leaned in with an orbit gum whisper
‘do you want to get out of here?’

Words don't do any justice
to the way I feel.
I could be so detailed
and so raw,
but it would still come out vague and untouching.

Words don't do any justice
to a broken heart.
Time is the enemy
that will help heal it,
so your left with fragmented poems
trying to describe how it felt
when you let go...
all you come up with is nothing.

Words don't do any justice
to cure a disease.
It will eat at her everyday
until she is nothing left
but white lips and a pale face-
a number to a growing list.
You'll only be able to say you love her,
but the words won't cure the disaster
that was created in her departure.

Words can only do justice
when it's over.
When the tears have crumbled the paper.
When the edges are curled
from twirling the ends waiting for
the perfect thing to say.

Words are beautiful and real.
Words are hard and often misunderstood.

You go after her mother,
Then his little brother,
How many lives must you take?
You swarm on my friend's father,
And my aunt's daughter,
When will all this madness stop?

Cancer, go away.
No one wants you here,
Begone i say,
Didn't you hear?
We will get rid of you,
Even if its the last thing we do,
We work all day and night,
Battling this endless fight.

So close to the answer,
To get rid of you cancer,
Any kind in any place,
Before you wipe out our whole race!

I promise you,
You wont stay long,
Because i know this is very true,
You may be strong,
But we will not be proven wrong.

In the midst of all there is to live
The crawling uncertainty, the laziness of souls
The crippling doubt that rules us all
Her gaze is shown, a lighthouse wearing a red stole

Hours reduced to seconds and not much to spare
A sip of winter ***, delicate move of hands, hips unbound
Fingers slip, chocolate lipped, spurred moments
Tamed desires unleashing round breast-bites on empty appetites
Quickening shivers, last minute kiss and our time is undelivered

Words amounting to clichés and graceful, still, is her face
The provoked eyes of adolescence delight my wary ghost
I no longer linger in uncertain realities
Raise a glass to the possibilities and what to come
In the shadows I find you, my cure
For you see, my disintegration never had a meaning
So let us dwell between uncertain realities, least we find ourselves a host

One year amounting to a lifetime
Dreams of promised serenity are greater still
What lies beneath the Arabian sun? Nothing but Imprisoned spirits, enslaved birds and wild ignorance
Larger than life talks of reform, crumbling yet, in our first test

Remembrance of past ways
Everything fate has in store for us
Even odds were aligned in phases
Mountains of passion sprung high

I’m a spectator, you control my letters

Little by little, unnerved attempts
Oceans of black uncharted seas
Various letter arrangements and lines
Eventually leading to the sublime

Your embrace and my sea metaphors
Oslo awaits, but waves won’t abate
Until one day, when our minds abide

You're my illness,
and my cure,
at the same time.

surround me so my dear
an arms embrace no fear

Cure me like poison
I never knew I needed:
Apothecary.

Once upon a time,
I fell in like.
You spiked my heart
With darts of light.
Or so I thought,
But I thought wrong.
Your toxic kiss
Was way too strong.
You left me tipsy,
Dizzy and dazed.
I was love drunk,
Then you parted ways.
I stumbled along
On the search for a cure.
'Till you found me again,
And again I was lured.
You kissed me insane,
But something was over.
My vision was clearing,
My body was sober.
Shooting me up,
These feelings felt new.
I finally realized
The cure was you.