The downtown skyline is beautiful,but it is nothing compared to our love. There is nothing on earth , I have seen that is, more beautiful than the love we share. It seems to reach across great distance,and it seems to...
Love Poems
Disposable Plaything
"I hate you, but I love you"
Well I guess it didn't take you long to forget,Everything that we shared and knew,I dare you to try to replace me,Because no-one is going to put up with your shit,I loved you, but all I got in return was...
Don't you get it? I feel too much, I jump too soon. Even when I know That the ground will hurt. That there won't be water, Nor will there be a soft bed For me to land. Even when I...
We dance so freely neath a gibbous moon.Your pliant form yields softly to my will.Sing out on starlit nights a haunting tune;That wistful song you warble with a trill.Each twinkling star is smiling at our fun, As waking birds start chirping...
The vampire tried to bite me, in a dream I had once Instead, he bit my fingerI woke up with my heart pounding My finger hurt The vampire was someone I adored He glided through my days like a slim,...
The Other Familiar
"One last companion piece, this time for my second Lush poem"
My touch once turned you to stone,folded the intricate universewithin you when longing couldn't keep me here anymore.I still read your pages by candlelight to see if the words revealed more to you,golden glows flicker against inkthat may as well...
Marked Again
"A companion piece to my first poem published on Lush."
I wonder if you still feel me inside,if the winter traced along and marked your being as it did minebecause certain threads still remainThat convinced me our limbs could curl and spiral together,your frame indistinguishable from my own,never to part...
Left
"being left what happens"
What happens when the heart is left Behind beating All alone What happens when the loving ends The hurting starts And the dream is lost What happens when the words stop The silence begins And the pain sets in What...
I know you are hurt. That you think you are ice. A thousand walls put up, Soldiers guarding every small cracks, Ready to defend the Enemy of memory, of what use to be, of new, possible love. I know you...
Do you feel as time goes on that you have have begun to die?Twisted and decayed,Our minds start to go,My conscience dying along with everything else bit by bit.When you dream you can no longer fly,Everything you thought you knew,...