Oh how I love thee,
                                  sweet poetry.

Maybe it was that cold daunting stare
Fists clenched
Cold sweat
Love ******* grinch… was it me?

Did I invest my heart in a shattered jar?
Filled to the brim,
Spilling over with hate..
Slowly brewing a monster?

Trying to protect what could never be protected
Two carpenters competing to fix
A door that never fit
Why am I here?

That instant flicker in your eyes
Spitting venom from parted lips
Seeking vengeance on an unintentional damage
Or was I the damage?

Let my heart be your compass.  Reach my soul in the clouds.  
Let my tears lead you home and my fears etch the sky.
Take my hand, take me far.  

Feed me your dreams and your darkest thoughts.  
Don’t let my mask hold you back.  Don’t let this smile stab your sorrow.  
Guide me now, to tomorrow.

Map my body, travel its curves.  Penetrate my mind, capture its soul.  
Cloud my memory with your voice.  
Sail with me, catch my fall.

Let my words creep down your spine.  Let my tongue caress your mind.  
Give me life and paint my dreams.  
Climb my ambitions, don’t look back down.

Get me high on a beautiful nightmare.  Drown me in lust, ****** my worries.  
Steal my heart and lock it up.
Aim your arrow, shoot it straight.

Even that light that crept through the window
And swept you from my subconscious

That bitter light that pulled you out of my bed
Disrupting my harmonious dreams

Even that dreadful light that crept through the window
Stealing you
Robbing me of your gentle touch

Even that light
Was not enough
To make my morning less enchanting

Alone in my bed
With just your lovely composition
Laying anxiously under my pillow



All that I desire is you, my beloved.

Yesterday is gone.
    I woke up to a different sun.
        I found memories in a bottle.. And let them sail on.
            I ran toward the horizon, in search of something I lost.

But found nothing but a mirror, alone in the dusk.

Pity to those without beat, to the vampires that **** your soul
Wrap it up in their own vain wishes, and sell it to the famished narcissists.

Sorrow to those without flame, those who feed on your failure
Put pessimism on their pedestal, and lust only for a gateway to supremacy.

Indifference to those without serenity, to the destroyers of dreams and goals
Who forge a storm with no calm at its end, and find comfort in a bed of selfish thorns.

But empathy to those with compassion, who have survived the grips of the villains
Still lost but free of ignorance, with humble souls capable of painting happy endings.