POETRY

Poems which I have written myself. Some may seem very obscure – it’s poetry. I consider poetry to be one of the highest and most artistic forms of writing.

SCAR

“If you dont have any shadows you’re not in the light.”
          – Lady Gaga

I wish I could be strong;
I wish that I was wrong.

The pain cuts me deep,
deep like the ocean,
an ocean of emotion.
A world of pain and hate
only slices –
I try to win,
struggle along
bearing my knives.

Watch as the skin            parts,
parts like a red sea:
flows
drips

down

down

down

staining my existence
and cleaving skin
into a natural tattoo of pain:
Testament to Struggle.

Some memories never fade;
Some emotions constantly raid…
Slits sneak stealthily, steadily
smearing smirks:
soundless, subtle.

I carve myself
to tame myself;
I tame myself
to control myself.

S C A R:
Slide
Cut
Anger
Relief

Scar-face, scar-arm, scar-heart, scar-life…
Stained pain.

Pray to a being who listens;
pray for help:
beg for Salvation.

Only my friends
Save me from myself.

Take a bow:
smile, smirk, snub.

Approve, applaud.

Crimson Regret

Understanding that to love
was to give of myself:
uncensored; pure;
and naked.

Knowing I would willingly let
you into chambers which
were always empty;
empty for a reason…
Haunted by nothingness
but constantly waiting for something-ness.

Knowledge is power –
and power can destroy!
I destroyed myself
in letting you walk
the corridors of my emotions!
I let you in
and you walked
and walked…
I forced you to walk!:
I pushed you!

Oblivious shades you worse:
my fault; not yours.
I knew the toxicity
of your love
yet I wanted to feel it!
I wanted to hurt!
I wanted to burn!
I wanted to cry!
I wanted to die.

Now I sit;
I cry:
crimson regret.

The Flash of the Bulbs

The flash of the bulbs ignite my passion;
screams of people inspire the vogue fashion.
Gifts of dedication infused obsession,
spotlights melt my truth to reveal the lie.
Sometimes the drugs take me beyond the high.
Eyes watch and wait for the expected downfall:
sometimes the cameras just seem that tall.
The flash is filled with lonely not fortune,
bulbs bright kill the soul like a deadly sin:
Fame, Glory, Cash the fake, false grin.

comma-strife

a continuation of the struggles
which we must all bare
through all the pain
and the acid that
burns at our emotions
and erodes our youthful innocence

a continuation of something more
a beating heart beats like
a beating sun that breathes its bold
breath of heat

a continuation of the pain
that we all feel not because it
destroys but because it creates more
than what we realize
for only out of the struggles
emerges the beautiful
as a pair is always defined
by the other
giving rise to definition

a continuation of the continuation
and a comma, to your pain
to your pain, a comma because worthy, you are
of the continuation to reach
the evading enlightenment of life

but this comma continues,
continues, comma, comma, comma-strife
until it
ends

fullstop

Sonnet of Friendship

Desires deep within an unexplained place
that stretch out to hold your existence tight,
urge unexplained to help define your space:
I crave to slave to this reason; your fight.
Yearning to the metaphysical voids,
great achievers of this fine attainment.
Levels so beyond; an angel’s toxoid
that transforms and evolves beyond; gift sent.
How is it being gives definition?
Offer a slice of sugary truthful;
inspire creativities, creation:
changing soberly square into joyful!
Yet such a passion-love does often kill;
In living, though, this is no harmful ill.

I Will Find You

You are out there somewhere
in this world which is filled with pain;
you’ve probably felt the pain…
… I have too.

I will find you.

We can tell each other about our lives
and share those little stories
that people share over and over,
laughing at how silly we once were.

I will find you.

We will make a life together
and share in the struggles we face:
together we can be brave
overcoming our burdens.

I will find you.

Life is short so we can make Our chapter long,
travel the world making memories
and stories to tell over and over
when we grow old.

I will find you.

We will share those special moment
together
and everyone will see what happiness can be.

I will find you.

We will lie on our backs
on a warm summer’s evening
staring up at the stars;
Laughing and Loving:
two souls destined for each other.

I will find you.
Our shattered pieces will fit together
and we will make each other whole again.

I will find you.
You will find me.

The Girl Who Lived

Both hands slip down and pick the purple rose from the green bush;
Sun shining, reflecting the light back at the world it warms.
Soft hands retract, sparkling eyes glint like stars;
Fingers twirl it, arms bring beauty closer.
Soft lips form a curve of satisfaction;
Eyelids slide gently over sight.
Nose drinks sweet air of life;
Skin dances and glints.
Heart beats lovingly;
Life slows.
Bliss.