Give Me a Portrait.Paint me without aface,because I'm sure youdon't remember mineanyway.
stupid youth.my lungs whispered and asked the smoketo danceto the sound of your slurred voicesinging off keyto whatever song came on the radio.i'm sure the stars looked down on usin amusementas we laughed and ran about that dying meadowin the ides of october.there's something bordering on nostalgiai feel for that scuffed leather jacketyou always wear.but maybe it's just dreaming.and when we finally started back homewe could have diedand for once in our livesit would have been with smiles on our faces.i wonder what the coroner would havethought.
Misery.Its dark,I'm lost,my demonsno longer guide me.Burn a lightand try tofind me.
You Kill Me the Way Books Do.You are all literatureis to me,your mind encompasses thebeautyof the whole earth.Your gentle eyesnarrate the greatest storynever told,and your ivory touchwrites the perfect poem.When you smile you area prince,adorned by golden crowns.When you cry you becomethe tragic hero,the martyr of the play.You are all the wordsthat fill each book,and I am the humble readerjust wishing you knew Iexist.
How Love Works.I neverfell in love withyou,you neverfell in love withme.Your demonsfell in love withmine,my demonsfell in love withyours.
Empty Pages.You are the perfect story,A plot unfurling from your touch,And poetry in your eyes.You speak with golden glory,Into sentences of hate,And promises of lies.You are the bookI never had the words to write.
how to love a boy who is lost.falllike you're jumping from a cliffinto a thrashing sea whose waters you cannot tread,dive into their depths and fill your lungs with waves.just don't close your eyes,because you have to search for him.feel your weight drag you to the bottom,feel the ocean embrace youand don't be afraid of that pounding in your chest.each heartbeat is sonara signal calling him and his calling you.learn to swim nowif you drown you cannot save him.swim to the fallen cities,the submerged castlesand maritime gardens.there you'll find him,lost in thought and studying the fish.i hope you saved some oxygenso you can breathe during the kiss.
contrast without the compare.when i look in a mirror,i don't see what i ami see everything i'm notand can never be.
sweet dreams and summer storms.and as you gently drift awayto sleepthat drumming sound you hear in the skybeside the rainisn't the thunder you love so much,but the reverberation of my lungs burstingas i scream your name so loudmy throat crumbles.so tell me, dear,how do you sleep?
hauntedour house is hauntedmemories floating like ghostsscreaming without sound
SheShe touched your heart then ripped it outShe broke you like a twigDrank your bloodDrowning in itShe sucked you dryShe left you highShe poisoned your mindShe got inside of your soul and asked for your loveAnd you gave inWillinglyDrinking her, tasting her painGetting within and letting her winYou became her rainSaving rain in the empty dessert that is her heartShe fell apartYou broke her downWith your loveWith your damaged soulWith your poisoned mindYou saved herBy falling in love with the darkest of them all
BrokenCan't fixwhat's never been whole.
where do you fall when you fall in love?i see my voice curl toward the sky in crystal breathsas i stand beneath the stars and ask the gods"where do you fall when you fall in love?"and in the distant thunder roars as zeus clears his throat.lightening strikes to start a fireand in anticipation i sit by the flames as he begins his story."love," he says, "is the beautiful medicationthat we drink to still our pain,but often it is overdosedand we always end up crashinglike a star falling from my sky."as i watch the shadows dance about his faceaphrodite proudly walks to uswith her golden grace and emerald eyes."there's a kingdom," she says with ivory verse, "just below the seaand it awaits young lovers therewhere they drown for all eternity."at the mention of the sea, poseidon falls down to usfrom his chariot atop the cliff and in his booming voice he declares;"and in that cavern the butterflies are drenchedand with heavy wings they cannot flyso they suffocate the lovers."with the quietest gait of a clumsy fox
NightmareAwake, shaken;your dark breathstill on the surfaceof my thought.
.love like thunder;make yourself known
ShareShare my Breath with your Smile,Share my Dreams with your Light,Share my Dark with your Beauty,Share my Dance with your Fire,Share my Scream with your Silence,Share my Pain with your Flesh,Share my Love with your Eyes.
I'm Going NoWhereI'm Going NoWhere, But My Way Is Certain.
The World Is YoursThe world is yours,You know itand I know it,no matter what I'm saying.But don't ask mewhat I would do without you.This world,without you,simply it wouldn't exist.But it would exist another world,better or not, I don't know.But you existand this world existsandThe world is yours.
I Don't Want To Be SmartIf Loving You Is StupidI Don't Want To Be Smart.
About WallsIn human history,when a wall falls somewhere,then somewhere else,silently is growing another one.
Alcohol, smoke and your perfumeI was standing and watching, among others,not on the front,as I learned my lesson from you; I'm weak.There a was a girl, challenging...Not for a moment I hesitated, just a few stepsand I took her dress off.She didn't get angry, but surprised...and maybe a little sad.You see I destroyed her magic in just a few seconds.After a few minutes, dressed, he was staring at me.She knew I was in love with a girl like her,but not her.Back to my four walls, alone in my bedroom,I close my eyes, a deep breathand I smell those nights,alcohol, smoke and your perfume.
Who and WhyWho are you? I am me.Why are you? Because I can.
The Princess of SorrowOnce upon a time, there was a kingdom. A peaceful, contented, sleepy sort of kingdom - with white towers and green forests, with apple trees and blueberry patches, with small ponds and red-roofed houses. It was a prosperous land where life was ever the same. Of course, this kingdom had a king and the king had a palace, built out of gold and ivory. In the palace, the ruler lived with his family - his wife, a prince and a princess. The royal family also looked like they were made of gold and ivory - they had pale skin, and they had curls, delicate like golden threads. The king loved his family very much and admired their beauty, especially the little princess', who had the sky in her eyes.In that peaceful kingdom, they lived for a long time, for the fields were fertile and hardly any work was necessary. There were no worries in the kingdom, until one day a storm came to ravage the land.For many days, the storm screamed and raged, until there was no more food and no more rest for the
Dream CriterionIf you can't fly on your dreams anymore,I'm sorry, but don't worry,you have simply grown up.If you can't build a little empire on your dreams,I'm totally sorry,you are a dead man walking.
Vampire PoemBlood is RedVeins are BlueKeep your distanceOr I'll bite you
The hand on my katanathe hand on my katanathe sad lookthe heart rippedI have to take thy lifethou hast betrayed the clanthe punishment for thy foul is deathwe were friendsNow thy head rolls on the floor
Those Who CareHold me close,Then kiss my hair,And just remind me,There are those who care.
Story Time.You are an open bookIn a language that I cannotRead.