Her Scent

And so the mighty pirate fell off his boat too knowing he’d drown with the mermaid.

She sang a song of sorrows and instead dragged him upwards and swam away to sing a song of the stars.

The pirates of his ship had always called him a dreamer even though he had sailed rough seas.

So he swam after the mermaid and became the sea itself as his waters surrounded the mermaid with love.

He had loved her for forever and suffered a curse by night.

For to drown in her would be the sweetest sorrow so she came ashore and loved him every night for that was the only timing he had to breathe her scent in.

He had swam to the depths of the ocean and with what the water had given him, he came out of the ocean from the sand and when the sun went down, he’d greet her upon the shores and breathe in her scent.

Secrets

I am exposed to the fact that you know the secrets to the universe and also to my heart.

Coffee and Pina Coladas

The taste of coffee lingers on your lips as the bittersweet smell of mellow wine and pina coladas enter the room.

You look up and you find that people are different. Not at all the same.

But she is. She is still the same.

Maybe she still wants you and then maybe she may not.

Whatever the case is, you’re still loved and you’re no longer lost because she still carries the taste of your candy lips and your smell of coffee that still lingers on her mind.

Promises and Constellations

He has a constellation of stars on his back and it’s marvelous because they’re all brighter than the ones in the midnight sky.

I swear by God that he’s made of stardust.

He has the blessing of the stars.

You’re the only one who has the answers to my puzzles because you’re my missing piece.

You are what my heart speaks about when I sleep.

You are the thing that lives in dreams only you get real each day.

Your stone compliment my atoms in the most beautiful way and I could spend infinities of eternities being blessed with you beside me.

If you’ll have me I promise you that everything will work out and that life will never have to hurt or be that hard.

I write about you deep in my solitude in the darkness of my room and you’ve probably heard this before but your love is like a deep peaceful river that I wish to drink from under your sun.

And I see galaxies in your eyes….
And feel stardust in your heart….

Slow Life In Pictures

Starlit nights under a full moon are nothing without you. If you see a shooting star, just know that I hope you’re secretly wishing for me.

I hope you’re wishing on stars and having the time of your life because knowing you you live your life like you’re made of starlight because you can appreciate my body with your heart, body and your soul. I love you because you’re different like that.

You probably like to write and drink your coffee at the same time. I’m jealous of the coffee that you inhale and the cup that you drink from.

I also hope you know that I love you and that you’re the phantom in my nightmares and the angel in my dreams. I hope you know that when I disappear and become a ghost that I as your lover will keep you in my thoughts, hoping that the ghost in your heart that is me will be sought and set free.

I hope you visit the ocean and think of me because the depths of my love are as deep as the deepest trenches and span farther than the universe itself.

Just know that I see you from your hotel room when I look at the ocean and that when I get the chance to visit the ocean’s view I see you because I see the best parts of you in everyone and I’m constantly seeing you in nature. In the rocks, sand, ocean, grass and trees with their leaves on them.

Occupied

Enchanted by your smile.

Encapsulated within your soul’s heart.

And in love with what’s within you.

I Could Love You

I knew I could love you. I just never got the time to get you alone and tell you.

I barely knew you but I knew you because I knew you had secretly touched my soul.

You only like the flowers no one likes such as red roses because you’re specifically a man who looks for love in all the right places at the weirdest times. Don’t you know that romance is hard to find????

The best thing about you was that you seem to keep all your promises. Haven’t you known that most good little boys do?

You know the best ways to love a person and the best ways to break a heart. And I guess I’ll admit that you’re giving me a heart attack just looking for me.

And when you do actually find me, will I be married? Taken? Or still wanted by you? Know this. I recognize you but I don’t recommend myself to you. Hell. I can’t keep a relationship.

….A penny for your thoughts.
A nickel for your kiss.
A dime if you tell me that you love me.

You’re the shore and I’m the tide this time. But I am fire and you are like water.

Am I still the phantom of your dreams? Or the angel in your nightmares? These questions are with utmost importance.

Death

Every time death tried to take him, she herself had tried once to save him so death saw him and batted her lashes at him. For he was the most beautiful Greek warrior she had ever seen to leave her in her underworld, and granted him the immortality to live another day.

Death had always known that Death waits for no one and Death is inevitable.

But death also knew that Fate is inevitable and Destiny can be changed.

She knew also that suffering, loneliness and love is only a state of mind. That you must control your instincts and go with the flow, otherwise trust your instincts only when they are most needed.

One day he had almost died and lost her lover to a battlefield where no one could find him.

She knew that eternity could never be granted in the mortal world and that she could never fall in love with a human being, let alone a soul.

Death’s brothers, the four men of the apocalypse had lifted his soul into heaven as death had died alone.

It was his fate Thanatos had said. Thanatos had once escaped with her from heaven into the underworld hoping to save her from the flooding of heaven and she became an oracle there where she predicted for the fates in the threads of life.

So, crying on earth she took her lover and stole a golden apple from the tree of life that mortals were forbidden to see in the deep heart of the underworld and soon she was reunited with her lover as she fed him the golden elixir from one of the apples.

Atomic Value

My atoms compliment yours for you are like water to my fire.

The Nightmare

I see you through the

and you are very clear in

my sight.You take my nightmares

away; holding me.

The Central Spread

What (she) wants-3cards on left
The outcome-middle card
What (he) wants -3cards on right

1st card-What he’s/she’s perceived as
2nd card-Who you truly are
3rd card-What stands in your way

The World

You make up my world when nobody else can anymore.

Don’t Worry Baby

Don’t worry when I

say that everything will soon

be alright and that

nothing else has to matter

because it is all fated.

Nights On Fire

The world was on fire and the stars had shone bright just for you.

The Lover’s Sephiroth Spread

How He feels(left)
What’s in between(middle)
How she feels(right)

I guess the spread is saying I’m getting married soon….

Pyro

You may not like me.

I may not have a place in your heart.

But in my mind, I am the one loving you; cherishing you; kissing you.

Building futures when we are the ones who are dancing; but only in my head because they will never exist.

Re-writing chapters in some ancient history book with my best and most favorite parts with and of you,

including the bittersweet ones and the ones that hurt all the while….

I am the one married to you,

holding you, cradling you until you fall asleep,

telling you about the stars,

the one answering all your questions,

Singing you sweet lullabies at night with my cracking voice.

This was a dream.

And this was all in my head.

I have secret conversations with you at night and I am dreaming that you’llbe the one to be by my side.

To quench my thirst for water and to break the tide while you make the pain of life-like reality and my little fires go out.

Maybe all the rooms are left on fire because of you.

Maybe all the rooms onfire will somehow cease with the wind,

instead of the water….

Me? I’m just a person on a laptop who writes poetry about fierce, free love.