My BelovedWhen the sunhits your eyes in that wayThe deep chocolate shinesA brilliant goldAnd when you smileWith all your heartThey squint into little half-moonsAnd sparkle like a foxYour lips are delicateso soft against mineThe only tie I haveto express all these unspoken thingsThey whisper "I love you"But it is so much moreSo many things I never saidBest not to say nowThank you for those timesWhere you were everything to meMy morning, my sunshine, my heartThe thing that made living worth itAnd reminding meHow good love really feelsYou were the only oneWho really made me feel wholeWhy did it have to be this way?And Fate play this wicked jokeIf you or I were born a little differentThen we wouldn't have been so aloneConfused and scaredWhy was it you were my perfect oneThat love that I believed was but a dreamYou were wonderful and frustratingAn open book of an enigmaEverything I said never existedAll that I refused to believeBut there you were, that perfect match
RevolverLately I've done this thing...It's called growing up,But it's like part of me has died.Finding myself...Not gone, but still alive somehow,Clinging desperately to life.Now you get to walk awayWith a clear conscience,While I must be forever reminded;Little red trails across my skin...And I can feel it falling,Always escaping my grasp...Raindrops all around me,Dancing in the limelightFor one last time...Long forgotten memories flare to life;Revolving door becomes my tourniquet,As all that I amIs transferred into energy,Joining with the great abyss...Our spirits flicker and entwine,Glowering with menacing ferocity,Killing me over and over;I shall die a thousand morbid deathsAnd still your soul will haunt mine...Why can't I just let go?My hand's on the triggerAnd suddenly I'm squeezing...Mirrored glass falls to floorAnd now I'm screaming...How did you become so numb?Demons haunt my every waking hour,Lost in a glossy haze...Even dreams give no releaseFrom th
My Best FriendMy best friendRemember our "Once upon a Time"At the age of four and fiveRunning up this very hillOur hillRacing to that old treeThe grass tickling our kneesThe wind beneath our wingsTwo kids running freeFrom everythingBoundlessChainlessFearlessFreeRememberWhen we'd go out in the rainWearing tennies and no coatSplashing and runningAnd hiding from homeThen sitting in bedSwallowing foul medicinesUs two kidsPassing off the blameOf summersAnd WintersOf FireworksAnd snowsTwo kids running wildAges seven and eightCatching frogs and firefliesAnd staying out past lateThose daysSo far awayThe world was once so smallSafe for two brats growing upTo laughand cryand fightAnd shareWouldn't have had it any other wayThan to share the mystery with youMy best friendWe two, two of a kindDriving teachers crazyAnd stealing sister's dollsPunished always togetherStaring at the recess wallTogetherRegretting nothing
Dearly BelovedDearly Beloved,Who have withstood untold pains,Who have suffered in silence,And have still opened your heart,And have still loved despite the painOr because of it.You who have cried,Who have tried to hide your tearsAnd the wounds in your heart.You who are at your lowestYet have stood the tallest,But ache to remove the maskYou wear to protect your heart.You who know the pain of wordsThat scar as badlyAs the pain of the physical.Dearly Beloved,You are not alone.You are not unloved.You are not weak.You are not broken.You are not useless.You are not a mistake.You are not someone's toy.You are not a loser.You are not junk.You are not nothing.Dearly Beloved,I know the pains you suffer,I know the woundsAnd scarsAs I bare them also,I know your lonelinessAnd I know the tearsThat I have hidden,I know your despair,I know the acheThat continues to hauntLong after the wordshave been said.Dearly Beloved,I do not know you, but I love you.I do not know the spe
InadequateFalling from faceless faithSo easily...Shooting stars fall from space,Joining heaven and earth as one...Separating space and time.Too afraid to swim,I will wait here in the shallows;Hiding my face within darknessUntil I forget what it's like,Can't see myself anymore...I've faded too far...Nothing is ever good enough,No matter how hard I try.It is all disgustingAnd ugly...Full of hatred and putrid violence,The demon has arisen,And she is angry...Nothing but wrath and fear.Incapable of understandingWhat it means to be alive,Or human.It's not enough to even sayThat I want to be free...Trapped foreverBeneath this gloomy sky...Drowning in the liquid haze,I will never falter;Even in spite ofThe pitch black shadowsThat eat away at my soul...And it hurts...So badly...Perhaps...I have fallen too far...There is no hope.
ErasedWhat would you be if you erased your sorrow?What would you be if you erased your pain and hurt?What would you be if you erased your embarrassment?What would you be if you took it all away,All the negative things in your life?What would be left without those things?Would that leave you pure as a child?As weak and defenseless as a child?Now,What would you be if you erased your happiness?What would you be if you erased your joy and pleasure?What would you be if you erased your pride and confidence?What would you be if you took it all away,All the positive things in your life?What would be left without those things?Would that leave you as corrupt as an adult?As cruel and harsh as an adult?Now,If you erased anything about you,Would you be you at all?
KissYour sunset sleepon my pink islands,exhaling stress andinhaling passion,clapping a danceto start on my tongue.Your waist sailson an ocean of love;to see is to be blindand we could just be guidedby the stars we createin the supernovaof this moment,following the fireworks.Or, letyour hands guide likesoothsayers of joylocked in a dance ofaddictive compassionand even as war wages by,we're in our cradle;we are calmand so embrace,safe in a bomb shelterbuilt of hugslike liquid diamondour hearts reachingto the stars:without youthere is no I,Our lungs are but prisons,why inhale when youcan breathe my lipsand jesters may jeer,but I don't know about youbut who gives a damnabout the circus and lion's den,we're a two-way bandand we will dance in the streetsfor ourselves and nottheir penniesthank you very much,Keep our candle laughing my love,let the bonfire sing the gospel,Those who say we are wrongcan go back to their boxesand pack away their ha