dawn is mirrored duskdawn.imitate initiative intimate replica;this aligned likeness brings fermata,pause.parallel and geometric,it's the cliche that she completesmy shaped equationlike crescent moonsturned over one eye,and it is from birdseye viewthat we witness a culmination of one.dusk.echo beginnings, penetrating model;these coordinates complementary,lead reticence.interlude.equidistant and collateralit's the truism that i finishedher sum of contourslike puzzle pieces that you can only seeclearly from the right angle,until each componentbecomes sole.idle.dawn pausesbefore morn.idyll.dusk interludesbefore rest.
JacketI curl up in the jacket you let me borrow.It's a little too big and it smells like you.The cold outside nips at the tips of my fingersAnd sends shivers through my feet,But my mind is warm,Since the jacket is knitted with your embrace.The aroma surrounds me.Eventually I stop noticingBecause the scent blends with mine.I can feel the cloth that has touched your skinConnect to mine,Sending warm flames throughout me.This jacket holds the love you whisper in my ears.It keeps a piece of you near me when the wind blows too cold,And all I can do is shake without it.This is the piece you gave of you.The piece encompassing my soul,I will send to you.
The sun and the dark lakesinister lakes in my heart,dark waters,treacherous currents,barren shores and poisonous soil,what was happiness once is gone,like Osgiliath,lies in ruins,thick clouds cover the lakes,silver mist lies on the rivers,hides the stars,andthe pale starlight can't penetratethe shroud of doubts,insecure silence,and pain,I miss you,you were the sun,and you turned away,those dark waters were not for you,before I had the chance to ask youto shine on them,so that they can be clear once more.
Dark WaltzBreath gently, caressing the neckLet his mind wander and fingers lingerBe aware, be condemnedLet him take over, fulfill his needsA light gaspFall into desire, hear the silenceLet his tongue raceCajole him, touch him lightlyLet satan take overTouch his beating heartCrimson slipping between breastsClock ticks endlesslyIt isn't too lateBut perhaps,This may be the last...
TimeTime...Time is the enemy.There's never enough time.I used to not worryas the hours ticked byBecause my time was infinite.Time was mine.And I was yours.And together we were forever,Immortal in the tapestry of celestial lights.But you are gone.And I am no one's.And time is cruel.There is never enough time.
Static ThoughtsLearn to love your cages.More often than not they are of your own making. Call yourself song-bird, you've tasted the terror of freedom and now know that you'll never be comfortable without binds.Forgive your mother.It is one of the most challenging things you will ever do. She's just as damaged as you are. Fifty six years in, she still hasn't forgiven her own.Accept your own illness.You've dressed it in silver, you've kicked it under the bed. Take it as it is. Too much star-stuff or too little love for your own bones. This is the only life you get, Darling.Accept the revolt in your blood.Raise your voice. Do not fear the blazing fire that spills from your pen. You were born for this.
UntitledHe passed by meI saw...a recognitionin his eyesand hopedhe saw it too.
Nights Fail To Turn To Better Days....Wasting the night away with a bottle of scotch and that song you used to play,Drinking for mentalities sake, try to forget but these thoughts refuse to go away andI regret every word I said to hurt you, but you've gotta know so long thatswhat you did to me and I endured you.Because I loved you, because I needed you.And even after all those words my heart will admit that I still do.As you lie to my face to try and cover up what you wont explain.I'm sorry for every yell of hate and every accusation I placed blame,Upon you,Cause you're like me, just trying to hold on and it drives us insane.When there was never any way,And I know I'm the one to blame,I cant get my head straight and lifes playing us both like a head game.Where you refuse to believe anything than what they tell you to your face and I'm drowning inthe depths of the truth they neglect to say.Or maybe we're both in the same place.Do you see what I see and hear as I hear?Even though it might be different and we
Hill of MemoriesFor example, if we could go backTo that place that we had gone to togetherHow starry the sky had been that nightBefore we lost our love.Oh, what a lonely dream that has woken me up at 3 am at nightStuffing my worries into my coat pocket, I ran out into the coldRunning under the stars that I usually avoided looking at for some reason,I arrived at that old hillOh, how this confuses me so!I'm not supposed to think about you anymoreSo why does my chest hurt?I'm the one who broke off our relationshipThe stars are so pretty tonight, I wonder if you're looking at them tooThey seem to spin in time with my self-conflictThe starry sky is fallingDown into my dazzled eyesIn this perfectly clear winter skyMy sighs saturate the airI still remember the warmth of those handsThat held mineBut that day seems to grow darker in my memoriesAnd disappear into my heart.......that's right,I had already ended it a long time ago, it just took time for me to admit it to youEven though I'm
Waking NightmareYeah ummm... The Poetry is the picture... Sorry Nothing to see here in the box...