boy turns into a man

sometimes this heart feels lonely

like an open sea,

the winds of the south,

lingering, turbulent,

a wave of undesired thoughts

 

the dashes,

the echoes of an unanswered questions

with a broken pen and an empty ink pot,

a razor slits through the mirror

and bleeds a young man’s face

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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unlucky

some day you awake,

to a silent god

and you take a bath,

long and deep,

in a pool of flames

you feel your demons within,

crawling,

tearing through your boiling skin,

and the heavens,

can only seem so far away,

from the eye of the undying

the torment,

the dust on a forgotten painting,

to shade my heart black

and a silent god would awake,

to a cloud of my ashes

the essence of another soul

LIES AND PAIN

WHEN I SIT WITH MY ARMS,

AROUND MY LEGS

MY HEART STRETCHING SO THIN

THE GOOD WAS A SHADE

I AM NOW SO COLD

IS THIS HOW IT FEELS TO LOSE?

HOPE

DEATH BE MY BRIDE

I VOW TO SADNESS

I CAN’T FIGHT ANYMORE

AND YET I STILL SEARCH THE SUN

 

 

 

HOPE

A man dreams

​The world is such a big place

The running skies into the seas

And the speck of dust on a ship’s flag, soaked in a nights cold,

It’s weight dragging it down  into the oblivion of a worthless sea tide

The triviality of our concerns, our own existence versus the  value of life, is a man his dreams?

Eden

A man seeks that he can never have
Like tearing through a sky far beyond, 
reaching with his hands, 
to hold firmly
divinely cast

A 70’s wagon
It’s lines of perfect beauty
Smooth like old wine 
And with it’s round wheels, 
he chokes it into a pleasure sound

A sunset is never far from the twilight
Within the radiance of her fading smile,
they shine bright
The infinite stars of a silent night,
in your eyes

And he is fallen for just one
A single star
The lines of your face with every detail,
He watches, in contemplation, 
Like a lion and it’s prey

Oh Yes! It’s prey! 
The dance of the fur on your back, 
a cool wind brushing,
and then, 
he makes his move

Calculating your steps, 
breathing to the beat of your heart,
leaping with his sharp paws,
he hits hard on your thighs, 
his razor teeth deep into your neck

Sudden, but tender 
A fast heart pounding to elusive passions
Young and raw
The woes of a forbidden play
Whispers to oneself,

It never feels great to be hurt 
And yet, this does
Happiness and naughtiness 
Drunk of the ecstasies
When did we want so much?

His long arms around my chest
The warmth of his skin on my bare back
And his deep voice, 
whispering into my ear, 
unto my soul

Innocence is stolen
When Adam takes the first bite,
and Eve never wonders, 
Of the forbidden love,
In Eden

Where they lived, 
happily ever after

Eden

A man seeks that he can never have
Like tearing through a sky far beyond,
reaching with his hands,
to hold firmly
a divinely cast

A 70’s wagon
It’s lines of perfect beauty
Smooth like old wine
And with it’s round wheels,
he chokes it into a pleasure sound

A sunset is never far from the twilight
Within the radiance of her fading smile,
they shine bright
The infinite stars of a silent night,
in your eyes

And he is fallen for just one
A single star
The lines of your face with every detail,
He watches, in contemplation,
Like a lion and it’s prey

Oh Yes! It’s prey!
The dance of the fur on your back,
a cool wind brushing,
and then,
he makes his move

Calculating your steps,
breathing to the beat of your heart,
leaping with his sharp paws,
he hits hard on your thighs,
his razor teeth deep into your neck

Sudden, but tender
A fast heart pounding to elusive passions
Young and raw
The woes of a forbidden play
Whispers to oneself,

It never feels great to be hurt
And yet, this does
Happiness and naughtiness
Drunk of the ecstasies
When did we want so much?

His long arms around my chest
The warmth of his skin on my bare back
And his deep voice,
whispering into my ear,
unto my soul

Innocence is stolen
When Adam takes the first bite,
and Eve never wonders,
Of the forbidden love,
In Eden

Where they lived,
happily ever after

When doves cry

The sores of a dry lip

Kiss the rose and let it die

My lover is asleep

I am her tears

The ashes to the winds

Send me into the unknown

My frozen breath in a winter storm

the beauty of a pen is it’s ink.
the bold words that brave tired hearts or the slanted letters that relay tears of a widowed bride

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