Love me....

If I know I can melt your heart then I know I can do anything.

If I know you love me then I am willing to take the risk to be what you want.

If I know I can be the person who wakes you up in the morning with a mere kiss and make you fall in love with me over and over again, I can be at peace.

Just know that I love you and that I long to kiss your sweet lips and kiss you on your forehead when you’re feeling down.

If I can take you places and make you feel special, then know that I am the one for you.

Tell me you do love me will you not?

Change

I wonder, how wide amber eyes turn into almonds….

How caramel turns to creamy skin….

How does this happen in one night?

How does this happen in four months?

How something physical comes to something emotional.

How darkness turns to light, but in some ways not.

How Summer turns to Winter.

How days turn to night in the middle of an eclipse.

I have learned to embrace my darkness for he is as dark as I am.

I prefer the dark to the shade into his light.

I understand now how he outdoes you.

Could it be secrets of the damned?

How could you just leave me for mere rumors that pop up in the center of the darkness; out of sight; out of nowhere?

Out of nothing?

He loves me better.

How could he love me more than this???

I need to let go to love.

His protection was from you.

You’re better looking; but I wouldn’t change him for the world.

He’s just like you only;

Better.

He’d follow me through hell.

He’d love me at my worst.

He’s the one who’d never let me go.

Wishful Thinking

He loves me and he protects me.

He doesn’t rhyme and he doesn’t mind killing people because he does it for me….

He also says he does it because he loves me,

But maybe it’s because it is wishful thinking….

the thought that he could love me.

Neutron Star Collision

He wants me….

What can I say to him but I’d want him back too?

although his hair is not fine but course, he loves me.

it scares me to think I could love this gloomy darkness much more than the sun.

Although the sun is warmer, his shade fits me better.

I love it although that he would outdo him.

He, being the rain after a long hot day.

A long hot day after the sun beats down on me that I could not reach him;

and the fact that he was just another sun.

He is my moon; my midnight sky on starry nights.

it is what it is because that is how we became.

two stars colliding in the darkness like a neutron star collision.

Persephone's Vow

Persephone loved Spring.

But she had a darkness inside of her: lust.

The descent into hell was like quicksand, but she loved him and he loved her & that was enough.

My darling, shall we eat of more forbidden fruit???

After all your efforts my love,

I know this to be true,

I would rather leave Spring for heaven;

The sun for the dark shade of the underground

and go to hell to spend time wth you.

Why I Write

I write because words are magick strung into beauty; the more beautiful sentences the more creative you seem.

I write because words are powerful. They can make powerful statements for the good of others and for yourself.

I write because it is attractive. The magick of just one sentence can be able to cause you to skip a beat or start breathing heavily.

I write because it is constant. The tragedy of art is beautiful.

I write for art’s sake because when I write, the world is my canvas and new technology or pencil and pen are my paint and the canvas is filled with a landscape of words.

I write for fun because it is like a puzzle of words put into place and the reminiscent of the written word gives you creativity and words make you feel something; something magickal whether or not it be political or just plain poetry against the ebb and flow.

I write to remember. It is like a constant song in my head that I need to put on paper to create music that could by chance, catch one’s ears.

I write because of experience. Because of sadness; because I am mostly alone.

I write because I tell a story. I tell my story through the written word of writers past, present and future.

I write because it is powerful.

I write because I am a mother of sorrows.

I write because I am a constant lover.

Here I Am

The cool chill of the breeze brings me back to you during the long winters

And in Summertime I am reminded by you by the sound of the sea.

But here I am

Without you.

Roses will not bloom the same without your radiant warmth of love.

Here I am.

Come back to love me again and make me feel safe; make me feel whole; but most of all make me feel sane.

Autumn Moments Without You

I think of you when the rain falls

And when fresh November leaves are golden brown.

And I will be kissing you at night

But only in my dreams.

I will miss you every night and pretend to enjoy every morning; every moment that you’re not here.

And when it rains I will be without you.

And when leaves fall in Autumn I will miss you; your silent tender sighs and the warmth of your arms….

Desert Rose

You are my desert rose.

You are pure and kind but your thorns are longer than most.

You stand for purity and all that really matters is you.

Sweet desert rose,

Will your fragrant love ever reach me or will you slip away?

Desert rose, stay with me.

Love me till I sweat under the hot sun.

Leave me begging until you come back to me.

For I dream only of you.

For I will love you and care for you always.

Sexual Intercourse

Truth is, I was always afraid of commitment because I believe everyone should be happy. I’m afraid that maybe someone will take me for granted and get me pregnant and leave me without me seeing my kids. I am also afraid that he will leave me with a responsibility I cannot pay for. It’s just that this guy I’ve been having intercourse with this Fall and Summer went off with another woman but I told him if you’re so unsure, just leave if you know that you love her. Never have sex with a man who you think loves you just to leave you for another woman. And do not think that sex is love and never have sex with some dude just to please him and also use birth control or a condom. Make sure you have time to study also.

Concepts of Abstract Verbs and Nouns

The concept of love was just a verb until I met you. I couldn’t help but believe in a future for us. I was going to have your child and you mine. It wasn’t until I heard the news that you were planning that with another girl whose hair and eyes were as brown as the earth; whose form you took to be mightily finer than mine. I was devastated.I was irked that a young girl was in your pursuit and I was only the girl with the black hair, scrawny figure and face and that her life’s fate depended on yours.

I was unloved, unlovable, until I became unloving.

Forgive my words,

forgive my heart,

But most of all; my soul.

Love was something I was never really meant to have.

Love was wicked; it was poison; love was never there and if by chance you think you’re falling in love; think twice because love is not actual; it is

abstract.

To love is just a sin against your own and another person’s body.

Loving someone should be perverse.

It is a sick way of co-dependency.

It was a way to show that sometimes love leaves you to rot.

Until I met you….

The Monster & The Girl Who Loved Him

She loved him because he was made for her. Only he could touch her like twin flames; whatever made him who he was, was something she loved and although he never knew what love meant; she was his light side and he her dark.

I only say this because no matter how much he hurt her, she still stayed because she still loved him.

So every time he hurt she’d pick him up as he cried, but the young girl was just a pawn from a pawnshop meanwhile he played with her, and he provided her comfort as she smiled; no matter how hurtful he was to her.

She soon matured during puberty and got tired of carrying him but she couldn’t leave him. But then as she got older, she learned that sometimes you have to let go of your monsters, but she never really let go….

To Whom It May Concern,

I’ve looked for love. I have been in pain in love and I have suffered from love. In all the men I have loved, I would still keep looking for you. I will be watching, waiting and hoping that you’ll come back to me. In all the men I’ve looked for, I’ve looked for you in every one of them.

In Cold Blood

It was the strangest thing that day. A young girl came up to me and had asked,

“Who would be the most likely to marry you.”

“Where?”

I had asked.

“On campus.”

I in fact being the happiest girl on this planet wanted to tell her so I did.

“Albert or Nikk, one or thee other.”

She started laughing at the very mention of Nikk.

“Nikk? Really? are you serious?”

She had asked.

“Alright…. Albert.

I said on the college campus. His name was breathtaking and it made me feel so very whole.

“Tell me about him.”

She said.

“He doesn’t like to be kept a secret by me and he doesn’t like to share, and he doesn’t like to share me.”

She was looking off into the distance, eyes wide.

“He likes to kill things. In his head. He’s like mom. But he’s not like my mother he’s like both mom and dad; my mom and dad in a protective way.”

I added quickly.

She then stalked off.

The only thing I didn’t tell her is that he kills people. And he’d kill for me.

For you see I understood him in a way that not all girls understood him and I loved his dark side meaning to say I loved him at his dirtiest. No matter how much he killed. No matter who he killed I had damned defended him and he defeated my fears. Each and every one.

A few years later….
No, I ‘d mutter to myself…..

It had to be….

Lover of Mine

Onyx. O lake of of the galaxies. Your eyes are of colored glassy onyx and sincerity and you smell like Winter in Spring. The sweet type. Your hair is brown with an ultraviolet twist of blonde. O onyx. My onyx. I love the way your sun kissed eyes wake up to the dawn and I love the way your jet black hair gets messy in the windy breeze and the way you feel like the world sits in the palm of your hand. I love the way you are quick-witted but sometimes you’re too fast for me and contradictory, I know you’ll destroy me for this but, I love the way you control situations but you can never control me. In other words, I love it when you’re gentle with me. I love the way you can never solve me or my countless riddles. I love you. I wanna hear more about you. I hate talking about me and these things I can never say aloud. Plus the bonus: I want you. I want you to solve me and love me at my worst. Maybe that’s why flowers are in your hair and why the birds chirp and the bees buzz in the Springtime. You. You make my Spring days worthwhile and my sun shine brighter than it ought to shine. You look so beautiful when you sleep. It should be a sin to watch. Do you notice this? Do you notice that when the tide moves, you move with it? This and that is love. You love it when I sing, and you’re the one who fights for me. You breathe softly and when you awaken, I see onyx eyes with jet black hair. He had the kind of eyes that made you a killer. Those kind of eyes are the eyes you fight battles for. But dreams are only meant to be dreams and it is a blessing that you love me.

Art

Art is the scribbling of words on ink at the tip of your fingers crossed between pen and finger when the story of poems you write are interact of your head waiting to be writ.

Art is the way I paint your face as it blushes beneath my grip waiting to kiss your cherry lips

Art is

Art is a cherished memory underneath the tips of your fingers drawing pictures as you look down at the paper in animosity

Art is the way your voice takes to the wind and inspires me of the sea at rest

It is the beating of your heart next to mine

Fate

Fate is the father of destiny and our destruction depends on destiny. We cannot obviously win all the time and your demons demonstrate the catastrophic ways of your fate. Your destiny is your destruction of longing and waiting. Though you have not waited in vain you fed your passion to realize the entity of fate’s destiny despite the convictions of you yourself which have brought you to blasphemed destruction. As I always say you can change your destiny but you cannot change your fate. Destiny is learning the things you cannot obtain. Fate does not give up on you so your destiny led you unto your fate. Embrace your fears; let them lead you to your inner desires.

For You

I will come home.

I will come back to you.

Alive.

Because I was meant for you.

I was not ready for you then because I was not ready to embrace you. I was scared but little did you know; I was waiting for that to happen. I was waiting for you since forever.

I sometimes feel like any minute in a minute I’d tell you everything.

Darling

Darling,

Darling,

Darling….

I’ve seen you at your worst.

You’re a killer and murderer of hearts.

Darling,

Darling,

Darling….

Why can we not let each other leave one another?

I’ve seen and heard your dirty.

Why then can’t we be we?

My dear darling why?

Why can’t we be together for you see that so am I?

The World

There is so much to hate about the world, but yet we find so much love that people tend to romanticize the things that are hated. Someone dies at least twice a month, and sometimes the sucicide rates go up during the holidays and 10,000 people plus; in a year die. We as a future generation need to stand up and help out the economy once in a while. Two in three people are homeless and starving; what I mean is that two thirds of people are trying to make it in the world, and the world is kinda small with about 4,000,000 people on it; meanwhile one of the third halves of people are tortured with mental illness and the other, in pretty good shape which leads the third halve politically involved and well-treated. In someplace a girl is being raped, some in poverty and some having suicidal attempts because of physical and emotional abuse.

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Meanwhile; this is why we; the future generations have to be happy, thankful and that with what we have, we are grateful to be alive because we have so much to live for.

So love, live and laugh while you still can.

Darling, I Appreciate you

Darling I love you.

I will love you till I am gone and dead.

I apprehend your presence.

For my love I appreciate you.

And whether I go crazy or irrational,

That means you are not there….

Beneath The Stars

Women fawn all over you;

men wish to befriend you;

my darling; you remind me of starlit skies over a white full moon.

yet your warmth is crashing upon me like the sun and the breeze during twilit hours.

my love; with you there is a full moon.

and your starlit nights; they give me the strength to go on knowing there is hope for the future completed with us and maybe these starlit nights are an indication of the fact that you are my day by night.

You are my moon and under it many starlit eyes are watching;

As I dance and twirl amongst your presence

with dreams of sweet kisses and you whispering throughout the night; “Tell me you love me.”

But maybe this is how all girls think beneath the stars….

Or maybe they’re just shooting stars as I write this in my room just thinking about you.

Or,

maybe it’s just wishful thinking….

Love, Me

I’ve tried to tell you I love you.

but you couldn’t wait.

I’ve shown you that I’ve loved you

And in all the things I’ve done.

you couldn’t love me back….

Poison

You are like tea,

The bittersweet poison that runs through my veins.

Your love is like mellow wine thsat turns stronger the more I drink the tea.

Your love is mind-boggling.

I feel lost as I drift away slowly;

Into your arms;

Into my death.

You Only Live Once

1. Live life to the fullest by being the best person to yourself and to others that you can be.
2. Taking time to live life to the fullest by making sense of little things does not count in your fate so be it. It is only a waste of time.
3. Take opportunities that are given. If no one takes the opportunity or the initiative to live and be what they want to be then you take that opportunity.
4. Do not follow the path of least resistance. Always resist and state your opinions. Be open-minded and back up your opinions with facts.
5. Be ready for the least inevitable and state the obvious.
6. Make your dreams and wish fulfillment come true.
7. Remember to have fun while you still can.
8. Remember to be kind to people. do not spoil their opportunities and their happiness with others. If shit comes to shit, make a new and better opportunity.
9. You are your own person let you be or become you.
10. Don’t spoil yourself by taking someone else’s opinions or trying to become them. If temptation should strike you strike back by being yourself.
11. Be an original; don’t die a copy. – John Mason

Aspects

He is physically, and terribly strong, steadfast and certain, and looks at the world through books.

He is a terrible poet though, but he loves to laugh and sing.

One aspect about him though is that he is adaptive to the people he meets.

He always gets away with a lot, and he would love to comfort me but I guess he doesn’t have the time.

He is hardworking and serious about life.

In other words, he doesn’t fuck around.

A Heartache Limerick

I miss you

Do know that I am true.

I cannot stop loving you.

I barely know what to think and what to do.

So I say adieu. My constant lover; goodbye to you.

 

Challenges

Everyday is a

challenge I have to face with

you looking at just her.

A Sonnet of The Damned

Always and forever you are with me

yet you taste like cherries

and you cannot let me be.

I love you my darling but do you ever think you could love me?

I taste your forbidden pleasures but only in dreams.

But they are just dreams of you holding me by the sea.

They are my only torture and they rip me apart so it seems.

You reside amongst the living; I reside amongst the dead.

You remind me of someone I miss badly

No, you do not love me but you love her instead.

Every day a simple tune for everyone who died sadly,

You love me so much but it’s only in my head.

I thought you’d always be in love with me but what’s done is done; it’s dead.

Cherry Lips and Caramel Hips

With cherry lips and soft caramel hips….

I dream I’m touching you gently with my fingertips.

I love the way your body ensnares me,

The way you melt into my body and the way you kiss me.

The way your hair is smooth at the touch

The way you moan so on, so forth and such.

And with the beat of your heart gently against my chest,

I want you closer to my breasts.

With every pull and push and shove,

Your body gets closer as we are making love.

Under circling planets and starry skies,

I think of you as my body calls out and cries….

Get You Alone

Just a chance to get you alone.

Give me a chance to get you alone

To make love to you.

Let me be that person.

Let me be the only one you wanna come home to.

Love me,

Love me.

keep taking me into your warmth.

Be gentle with me and love me.

I Miss You

I miss you

I’ve been missing you.

I love kissing you

I love having your body on top of mine.

With you I feel secure and safe.

Just to breathe in your skin,

To surround your warm, hot flesh,

making me moan in the current of your seas,

yes, this is the tide I’ve waited for.

for you to take me away into your mind.

To love me with your heart,

as you pull me closer and closer.

Where I Cannot Follow

I love you

You are my sky….

And I don’t want to live knowing that you’re not living beside me underneath the same clouds or the stars.

I love you

And I don’t want you to go. I don’t want to be anywhere you weren’t or better yet anywhere you are not.

I love you

So please do not go where I cannot follow.

The Chessboard

I live for chivalry.

The fact that love could bring us together and break us apart.

It was only chivalry that made us who we were today.

Much like the last endeavors we’ve had in the past.

I could never stop loving you

And again,

The nightmares come out.

You don’t love me but I love you.

Everyone is a lover

Just as everyone is an author in their own authority.

I live for chivalry.

It is like a love song I cannot stop playing.

It is a game we are attuned to.

It is life.

Everyone has their own games to play, all that matters is who is onstage; who is dancing in this masquerade; and who has the playwright in their chapters.

Life is a chessboard and so is love.

Happy

I used to be obsessed with love.

With the fact that someone was capable of being an asset or a priority in someone’s heart and that their happiness was also shared amongst one another.

But I guess you weren’t as happy as I was too.

Storms & Silence

I’ve been hurt before,

and it’s no surprise….

***

Silence.

It is the calm before the storm.

And even after every storm comes a brighter day.

The storm comes.

And it is done….

I was not afraid to leave or lose you.

A Child In The Woods

When I asked if you loved me

You said no and left me like a child lost in the woods.

When I asked if you would love me,

You left me.

To cry.

Alone.

Like a wolf that cries for its mother.

I have grown enough and I’ve seen enough men not to cry.

Babe, you know

and you know I don’t care….

Now I run like a wild wolf.

I am running away.

From

You.

Fix You

They say what makes you cold are your dreams.

You dream about death.

You think about the deaths of many but whenever you think about masochism you never think about torturing me.

You protect me in this way,

But your mind must be a terrible place.

You love me and they say that’s the only thing you do love.

But you of course love yourself to don’t you???

I will

Fix you.

Is it so hard to tell me you love me?

But when you finally tell me.

You are fixed

And our souls are one.

Abuse

You cannot tell if someone has been physically abused ok? But what we do know is that there’s always an antagonist to the protagonist. Females are always the ones getting beaten and so forth. The one thing you need to know is that it can be anyone you meet which is why you must take extreme caution with the people you meet or the people that you truly think you can trust. If you see someone; anyone even someone you dislike or do not know getting bad treatment and abuse call the authorities immediately to see if they need help. Try talking about your situation with examples more often before it happens to you again and before you become a co-dependent victim on the victimizer.

Frostbite

Your love was a cold, frosty day.

The kind of love that puts chills on your Frost-bitten nose.

Every time someone came near me, here you’d come.

I love you.

No matter how many hearts you’ve been breaking.

No matter how many girls you’ve been with; seen.

Your love is cold.

It is as cold as winter ice and as cold as he weather and the snowfall underneath frost-covered trees.

Your heart can melt mine no matter how cold.

Your looks melt every woman’s heart, but you can’t fool me.

I love you and that’s all there is to it….

But your love is as cold as frostbite.

And in Fall and Summer it seems to change.

You change with the seasons and your love is seen through your eyes which melts me to my soul.

Although your heart is cold to others,

You still have a way of instilling Summertime in Winter.

Your eyes; they do not fool me.

Although amber; you let your heart go wandering.

I am here.

Still here.

Baby, do not wander.

Now & Forever

He dreams of making love to me

(And little does he know I love him)

He makes me shiver

(Sometimes I wanna be under his warm body making love to him)

Then he accidentally touches me as I shake his hand.

(His warmth enshrouded me)

He dreams of me all of the time.

(I love him so much it would hurt for me to see him go)

I go out before he can.

(So he will not catch my sudden sadness.)

Now he has my heart….

(Does he know I want him too?)

It Is What It Is

Life is its own story. We follow a rhythm like music only the music keeps on going. A very famous philosopher; Socrates said that what we perceive in our mind is what we live through therefore, we are living in our heads. A very great question is that if we all see the same things in life, then does that mean we are programmed the same? What makes a man, a man? The way we perceive things, the way we live our lives, and the way the mind works. It’s what we think that counts. Therefore it is what it is. Our feelings are what make us human. Therefore, we have an affinity to change. But how is this an affinity to change well, with our feelings come actions and we are susceptible to change the way people think of us and act towards us. Nobody is non-living unless the brain is still functioning and we are still acting upon our wishes. After all, it is what it is.

Like The Stars Cradle The Moon

Please say you’ll come back to love me.

Love me again will you?

Never leave my side and tell me you’ll stay with me.

When you are holding me,

you keep snuggling nearer and kissing my hair.

Keep loving me as you turn me over to kiss my neck.

Love me.

Love me forever.

Cradle me in your arms like the stars cradle the moon.

Say you’ll come home to me.

Love me,

say you love me.

The Sun & Moon

You are the sun

And I am the moon

And I love you beyond measure.

There are many stars among me and many planets, but you’re like the sun.

And you outshine them all.

Angels herald your presence in the sky as the curtain of the moonlight takes you into daylight’s grasp.

A Solar Eclipse

No matter what happens

You’ll always be on my mind.

In my heart,

And a part of my soul.

Where our world is complete,

I will find you.

like a solar eclipse, the sun and moon meet.

Seconds

Imagine this,

You and me

In a split second.

Our souls intertwine.

We are together;

Forever and within one split second,

You and I are in love.

Before It’s Too Late

I hope galaxies are in your eyes again whenever you look at me.

Here’s something I learned tonight about pain.

It takes time to heal and sometimes there’s just no one there to help heal you,

So you can cry all you want or help yourself until the pain goes away.

But when worse comes to worse, you become dishonored and shamed in your face.

That seems to happen to me every now and again.

Tell me when you’ll love me again.

Please tell me when you’ll love me again.

I swear I’ll always love you ten times as more.

Foolish boy, I love you.

No matter how many times you have hurt me.

If this is what love meant,

Foolish boy, tell me you’ll love me back.

I still see galaxies in your eyes,

Magick in your hair,

And love from the warmth of your soft skin.

And the light from your soft lips.

You’re a galaxy of stars.

Please say you love me.

At least tell me you loved me….

Before it’s too late.