I took a graphite pencil,

pressed against my white pages,

began to create the world i watned

Create

My thoughts ran away

with every stroke i made

believing in what was being made

Believe

The love i denied became true

each shading meaning greater passion

my hands start to shake with the thought

Love

Beginning to end with truth

always having the desire

but never fully giving in

truth

It all comes to an end

its done and made

my life.. on one page

Life

Hold me with your eyes

tightening around my body

dragging me to nowhere but anywhere

its so simple

just let your arms embrace us two

and let your mind erase the world

were we go we need no thoughts just dreams

the soft touch of pain

slightly stabbing my side

makes me dream more of you

its no the knife that was used

but the very existence and realization

that the memory was real

forgetting to love and fight

you begin to lose not one

but both in “what it might’ve been”

draw your sword and kill

for not another but for yourself

in the belief of meaning

one by one i picked up

the shattered pieces

of my soul

they laid as humpty

on the floor

with no repair, no hope

yet as i thought of it all

i knew we would

be connected somehow

even anger couldnt

tear us apart

if it wanted

the very thought

 of anger

makes us both smile

What is beauty but

the lifting of my skin

from the touch of fire?

oh how sweet

how devine

to be scared

feel the fire

as it passes over

face, hand, body

i wish i could place it

on the tip of my tongue

and just inhale it all

feel the soft burning

scortching as it

sweeps down my inner self

even when i try

to get away

the fire always follows

the high you given

takes me

to my death

As i sit at the edge of life,

i see everything that goes on.

Every breath lost,

every feeling forgotten.

Giving way to emptiness

the arctic winters of your soul.

so unfair to those that deserve riches

      (the rich feeling of life)

Giving -freefully- beauty to those who are rotten.

Keeping skeletons burried,

keeping dreams in death.

Letting all other life form expand

with the swift push from the air

as if evil itself didn’t already have feet.

       (the ones used to trample your being)

Yet, even the cold breeze on my palm

and goosebumps on my skin-

Cannot compare,

cannot even begin to fight.

The thoughts of friendship, family and happiness,

the kryptonite to the nightmare of this world.

                 (the one that overcomes my mind)

Thoughts should never bring fear,

for you are their creator.

Life is unjust, unfair, cold and bittersweet,

Life is love, happiness, passion and memories.

Never will it take over,

unless given the right signal.

Life is LIFE

Is it the past what makes us?
Is it life that takes it’s toll?
Are the decisions
Made
Premeditated
Can we just say I love you?
Do we have to think?
Are we waiting for
Time
Feelings
Will there be desire?
Will there be a me and you?
Are there going to be
moments
Memories
If questions can be answered,
Would you answer mine?

You took forever to get here, now give me forever be yours…

I didnt quite understand
When you said I
Wasnt good enough

I didnt know that
The reality was in
The way you spoke

Yet the moment you
left, walked out,
Turned your back

I became free.
This,to me was strange
For my heart lingered
On you

Day and night
It was an endless fight
With mind and heart

I guess,its time to say
Goodbye, so long
Farewell