Just to inform you most of my stuff will be more visual-poetry and geared toward love and things of that nature.


WishingThe stars used to glow, In your eyes,Wishing
You held my world, In your hands,
I found my comfort, In your arms,
My heart stopped dead, In your stare,
The world stood still, In your kiss,
Now I tread the scorched remains, Burned by my haste,
I look to the stars, Praying for a miracle,
A star falls away, I close my eyes,
Another wish goes up, I love you


Questions of the damnedThe floodlights hum a sickening melody, I stand alone in the middle of the field, Bare chested, I wait, The executioner grins and grasps at thin air, The rest of the world sits, in those bloody bleachers, Eyes glazed to the truth, I wait, The whip comes down, First, second and third I feel no pain, I wait, The audience claps at the bloody spectacle, Hoping to see me beg for mercy at his hands, I think to myself, I wait, "Why must the world destroy themselves? Why must I feel their pain they have become numb to? Why am I the one?"Questions of the damned


My SnowflakeThere is sorrow. Sorrow for the state we are in. Sorrow for every sickening heart beat.My Snowflake
There is anger. At all that is fake. At all that consumes us. Anger at my own inability, to change, to fight, to be better.
There is pain. Pain for loss and pain for what there is too loose. No matter how much I want to hold on.
There is regret. Regret for all the things I should have said and done for you. Regret that the night becomes day and we can't keep hiding from the world. Regret that there must be a world to hide from.
There are memories. Memories that are wonderful yet painful to remember. &
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