The Dove...And I Died

My Hope grows like the contagion of
dandelion dust
So take me to the flowery field, no one knows,
About us,
You and I,
the heart and hand, I
die.

I don't think you meant to burn me
but I'm branded by your ways
Shake the dust, I have
to see the river, no one knows
About us,
You and I,
In the hive, I die.

Lead the way with your frozen eyes
I obliviously follow Further and further,
trusting lies,
thriving inside eyes so hollow
Take my tumors, no one knows
About us,
You and I,
Where you drowned
my oxygen, I die.

I felt up your velvet branches,
soul searching yet I'm scratching your back
Drag my bag of bones
because no one knows
About us,
You and I
and your murderous
touch...How I died.

Imperfect Passions

Passion isn't Perfect.
Its not clean,
or orderly,
or flawless.

It's Raw and
Real and
Beautiful!

I do
everything
in my life
with
imperfect
passion.
And it works
for me,
regardless
of what you
think!

So don't tell
me I can't
trim lines in my brows.
They're
meaningful and expressive.

Don't tell me
my poems don't rhyme.
If the right
words
rhymed, I would've used them.

Don't tell me my penmanship is sloppy.
I'm too busy writing for
tomorrow to give a fuck.

And don't
you dare tell
me to quiet down and blend in!

I stand out
because I was born to!
I live my life
with the
most
Imperfect of
Passions.
Because
there's no
other kind.

And no other
way.

An Immortal Feeling

Have you ever witnessed the apple fall?
Have you experienced a feeling beyond a mortals dream?
Or a look that commands the Stars to
shine?
Can you imagine a smile that humbles all that paradise has to offer?
Such a feeling chose my heart, my
dreams,
And turned my darkness, into a new sunrise, where you opened my eyes to a beautiful new world
That day the heavens witnessed me falling from that tree of the most coveted emotion,
To be consumed by this girl, With a voice to grace the silence of any virgin valley
A heart soft, moist, like the birth of a rainbow
With An embrace to make the bluebells of spring bow their heads
Leaving me with a desire, to stop time.
A moment of lust, to last forever
But held back are the tears, created by the fears,
Like the west wind taking her away
To a place where another happiness bloomed And my dreams followed in dusts embrace.

This lost feeling I keep locked away
Deep within my soul,
Now and then it escapes
Consuming me in hopeless longing,
A trigger for Suicidal thoughts, In the
darkness, just before dawn,
A burden to my being, never to be lifted

This emotion is my only Companion
For when my time comes
I will take this burden with me
A comfort through The Valley of
death
She was like my cinema, I could watch her all day
A thing of beauty to show God
A feeling to keep for 1 day more
than Eternity.

Its really hard to describe,
When I See her...
talk to her or...
even when I'm in her presence my heart still cries for her.....
She used to be my Happiness

Remember my tale, and cherish
what you have,
Do not pick up this pen,
go kiss your love And forget me.

Perhaps I will find my kiss in eternity.