You plundered the blue,Off what was brand new,And show up as you knewAll to break throughMy heart, with jagged edges.And, it is broken in two,Though, the symmetry was never there,Those eyes of yoursCould never really stare,To see from beyond your falling hairThat coated your face,To…
No seething kindness, could ever subtractMy hands from crawling across your naked shoreline,From dancing upon your fragile neck,And allowing your breath to force itself forward.To the wind of my might,To the Hell of my sight. Little beauty, you seem to have cracked,Under the weight of…
What fiend has caressed my shoulders,Besides the loneliness, I feel within my heart?It is yet a monster, without the need to sleep,Without the will to heal. She lays there, for my eyes to behold her presence,For my view, for my corrupt and trembling hand,To mimic…
I thought to myself,If I could change, from this searing anger I have felt,To an uplifted self.And, all that resulted was a bitterness. I thought to myself,If I could change, from this demented mind for a man,I have within my cranium,And, all that resulted was…
Winter has me breathingThis cascading silver air,Across your delicate forehead,As you’ll recede with your eleganceBack to where you belong.A den of darkness,Is where you find comfort,And I do not belongIn such a realm. I am sick,Though, you seem to be healthy.You have cheeks that sparkle…
Rain comes as the fewest petals,To break themselves upon the shores of my cheeks,I had loved you, with all the grains upon my heart,I felt your suffering, for what it truly was,Though, I am alone.I am alone, without you.I am alone, to kiss my own…
I once craved the song,The words from her parted and heavy mouth.The little seeds that I bled into her womb,Were only the lives I slew away to the tomb.I once craved the song,The grave where I felt her belong.She was a mere ghost laying heavyAlike…
Amorous, you are, upon my lips,In our love thrown together,Like two stones against their white surfaces,Like two faces that clash in untold heat,Like two moons that beat upon the other, their doors made of stone,Like two chins that rub the other, each surface made of…
How children stream their tears,Down their faces, reeking with the innocenceThat Nature has gifted them,And yet, the little romances between a boy and a girl,Are a lot like how we once were,Without tragedy to melt our dreams into a reality. Reality is the dark complexion,That…
Stone and ivory have a clash, that repeatsItself, in frequent cues.Alike the shores of pebbled beaches, to walk upon their texture,And then to notice,How some may stick upon the soles of a foot.And I am against your breast,The ivory texture that is much alikeThe soles…
