Friends

The trade without time
Shows us that we have grown old together
As friends
Not lovers
My cold December
To your summer’s rain
Fit together
Like we were each other's Yin and Yang
To the end of time
Through heaven and hell
From years before
To the missing pieces of life and death
As some times, we fall in place
More than what any other friend can be
I give you not a huge, but rather a kiss
Only wishing we can be more than, what is that friends are ment to be...

Bio: One of my early poems. From my high school year in 10th grade. I wrote this when I found myself slowy falling in love, with my female bestfriends...

The Pardox Between Life & Death

Death? We as people fear and run away from the idea of it, like a plague. Yet people turn to religion when they are unaware of what the afterlife holds. God becomes our symbol of faith, under misused laws we abuse. People, yet too shy to see what a paradox life and death can be. As death is the birth of life, and life is the birth of death.

Without Love,
-The Poet

Bio: "The Pardox Between Life & Death" is the opening poem, use in Romance. This poem gave the chance to touch on my idea's on life and death. Which many people may have the same ideas, when it comes to life and death; or just people in genreal.

My Dear Rose

"Under the noir night skies, and plum dawn mornings-Her voice sing like saukra petals, dancing against my heart-She dichotomy me from my first love, where Death became my second. Absolve my sins and make me whole again, my Love. Drink my heart away and let the Devil wacth with his cold loney eyes.- I want to live, but I also want love again. But only your tautning eyes, will lay lushes agaisnt my lips."

"My Dear Rose"
-The Poet

Bio: This poem, is a piece I wrote for my novel; I'm currently working on called Romance. Next to the idea of this poem felt differnet, something new but old at the same time when it comes to my stlye of writing.

Never Say Forever

Radio wave effects

In its icky stares

Where she spoke of passion within those words

Of her voice

Wasted in the killing lights

Between the wants and the needs

Of rejected love

Haunts the healing heart

Never to feel alive

Under the holiday of love

Judges among the images

Without compassion for my soul

I am born in its face

With a lifestyle that is mute to others…

I am all alone…

Walking beside the garden of hopeless dreams

Searching inside this empty grave

Waiting…

For her love to come back

Midnight Roses

Listen... tick... tock ...


Can you hear it breathe?

Tick... tock ...tick ... tock ...

Now listen...

The sound grows faint

Listen closely

Thump... thump... thump ...

Can you hear it speak?

Breathe in once... and breathe out twice.

The sound runs rapid.

Thump, thump, thump, thump...

It starts to tune out on a steady beat.

Thump... thump.. thump...

The night became hazy.

As the pain was finally put to sleep.

It begins to claw for air, gasping, burning, and ripping through it's flesh.

Now... it bleeds with grace.

Laying between, the floor & it's thick red syrup.

....With a gray smile; I watched my suicide note float, underneath my swelling heart. Folded next to my paralyzed corpse. I begin to dream of a heaven, some where... far... far away.

The Mind Of My Heart

'Till dawn it burns.

'Till midnight it grows cold.

Forever lost in the pool of roses.

Forever lost in the flowers.

This is the taste of life... met by death.

A measurement of sorrow... met by happiness.

These are the thoughts of the heart.

These are the thoughts of my heart... the thoughts of a madman.

Love

What a tragedy love could be?

Unknown to its unspoken reasons...

Love paints it's bitter and sweet song among the untouched heart.

Where love is the illusion of the projected souls

Where love is the death note inside the sorrow

Where love is the romantic words of a poet

Where love is the melting winter tear of a teenage puppy crush.

Where love is the breathless mute kiss between its beat

Where love is sleeping under the blue night blues

As love grabs and never lets goes of your beating heart...

Where love is it's tragedy spoken, softly though you!