Labyrinth of the Physical FormYou dare to wander throughout the catacombsAnd search every scum-filled cornerIn search of something you may never find.Be careful,For the blood dripping down the walls will stain your white shirtAnd the grim underneath will wear your feet down.You'll become entangled in the tendrils of my faults,And the sins will ensnare you in a death grip.The air is suffocatingAnd the walls drip with poison of the mind.The inner passageTo my heart, somehow still beating,Is not worthwhile,Yet you insist on finding the meThat's still lost in a dream.You shine so brightIn my darkness,I don't want to put you out.
Burning IgnoranceIf you cracked my heart open like an egg,You'd see all my love that would seep through the cracks.You might also see the not-so-pleasant stuffDripping like tar onto your unblemished white skin,Burning it raw in its midst.I want so desperatelyFor you to knowThat I could never hate youBecause you're that type of flawless,Perfect personThat I could never be lucky enoughTo have love all my not-so-pleasant stuff.So,I'll keep it all inside,Because ignorance is blissAnd you're blissful.
IntrepidI have to let go,BecauseIf I don't jump,I may never fly.Dead weightDisintegratesAnd the fragments are carried in the embrace of the wind.I've never feltSo safe and soundAnywhere else but here,Falling blindly.A tear escapesFrom the corner of someone's eyeAs the ground grows closer.I have lived a thousand livesIn this moment.A smile is etched onto my faceAnd the tear hits the ground.
Water Runs in My Veins I break the surface and feel the waves embrace my into their icy, yet soothing arms. Once I am completely immersed, every inch of my skin tingles. My bones seem to melt to match the temperature of the water, and my movements become fluid. I deftly plunge deeper, feeling both the cold and the warmth rush past me with every stroke. The pulse of the ocean beats against my skin; it is alive. I open my eyes to take in the scene. I can't see clearly, the images are blurred. Still, I can make out soft hues of color. I reach out and feel the hard, smooth surface of a rock, resting amongst others. I feel a rigid plant, and my hand even grazes the backs of a couple of slimy fish. With each connection made by my senses, I feel a rush of adrenaline. I am truly unlimited when I'm under the sea; my fears have been washed away by the white waves. Growing excited, I continue to venture deeper into the dark depths. Soon, I feel wisps of seaweed brush up against me, tickling
Depicting LunacyThe moon leaks through the blinds,Casting a shrine on the wall.Light blue starlight(cascading loneliness)Provides solaceAnd my hands are perspiringAs they twist in the sheets.My eyelashes graze the pillow,And my heart drops to my stomach.Plop.
The Fault in the Silver-liningDid you knowThat when my eyes are cloudedAnd my mind is emptyI can hear the clock ticking,Counting each worthless second gone by.Do matter how hard I try,My heart won't beat in unisonWith the indefinite continuationOf life.Did you knowThat when I lay with my ear close to the groundI can hear the pulse of the earth beneath me.It slowly spins,So aliveYet filled with the dead.Did you also knowThat when the blood rushes through my body,I can hear the wind tremble and quakeWith a familiar fear.It shuddersBecause it knows its fleeting existenceWill slip through the world's fingers.Did you knowThat I'm afraid of that too?
PrayerPlace your poemson the lips of angelsso you can teach their wingshow it feels to flyalways upward.Mark the summer eveningssoon to comewith the gracethat carried youamong us,warm and cherished softlyand know we will always placeyour wordsamong the stars.
DownfallAnd in this dark harvest of seasonMy life has completely lost reason,For which or against to decide.All lost in a savage and endless, bleak tideIn sadness and in kindnessIn light and in darkness.In a boat made of hopeI shall sail to tomorrow,In a winding hurricaneMade of treachery and sorrow.There's a spear, endless, and colossal spear...Piercing, slashing though my head.Starting somewhere in heaven,Ending somewhere in hell.Fighting, burning, crying, crashing.Are the armies within.In my head they are all thrashing.On the heaven's and hell's whim.To be light or to be darkness.A perpetual array.It's not merely my choice,But the choice of the way.It's an option of the voice,It's a thin line of gray.Is it a choice forced by fate,Is it a pre-set time and date?Or a choice to which I myself sway?But here's our story anyway
."Nothing that I do will matter.As all things will merely shatter!"All my hopes thus darkness scatter,As it shoves me a decree.As it si
All Hallows EveThey say that on this night the witches ride,that spirits walk and churchyards spew their dead. It isn’t true. It’s said the stench of hell infects the earthand healths of heated blood are downed. But Hamlet lied. The dead know nothing, the living less. There are only poets with blood-nibbed pens;souls hung between high heaven and deep hell.
The ArtistShe talked to rocks, asking them if they’d be happyTo leave their home for her newest installation pieceShe cried sometimes for no reason other thanShe felt like having a good cryHer house was covered in her students’ drawingsShe said the best art was produced from innocenceShe went mad once, and painted canvas after canvasIn furious strokes of blackThe soft blue world of youth at last faded, she grew oldPeople shook their heads when they saw herAnd whispered “poor dear” under their breathBut she was never poorHer love for everything and everyone never diedIt was swept in all directions like a summer breezeMaking people smile without knowing whyBut the river rocks know
growththere is nothing more beautifulthan the softness of a manyou love more thanthe earth(shaking, geode),a face gentle in sleepand ardent in morning;there is nothing more beautifulthan the first breathof your spring,your blooming dawn,the incomingof nothing but you(blossoming, emerging,here,you flourish)—here,you are growingand transforminginto something new,and there is nothingmore beautifulthan that.
RememberDon't close your heartTo the worldEven if it's cruelDon't see emotionsAs a sign of weaknessNo matter what others sayDon't ignoreThe ones in needHelp them insteadDon't thinkYou have to be toughTo be someoneAnd before you judge othersFor their issues and problemsRememberAlways rememberThe burdened heartsAre the most compassionate ones
Morning ButterflyTo those who should live when our stars collide,Suffocating innocence is but a dying light.