Anger

A fierce anger that desolves peace like acid,
And washes tranquility away like rain.
As air collapses upon itself in a steady measure,
The heart pangs brutally for this to be through.

Situations are not what they are preferred to be,
Constant tension and unjust judgements,
Often lead to destruction even for the greatest of men.
How then can one person over come such a beast?

Vision is clouded in the red,
It is all that is seen and all that is felt.
Praying for deliverence from rage,
But the beast of hate does not leave until it's done.

The window to my soul

I write for it brings me clarity.
What better to write about other than passion?
Of a burning fire and strong desire,
That is wrought together in the hearts of man?

My love for you is unyielding and strong.
It ignites my frozen bones with new life,
And it causes all wounds to fade away.
So of what else should I speak of?

The soft and tranquil brush of your fingers,
Cautiously caressing my fragile flesh
As softly and tenderly as if I were a new born babe.
So of what else should I ever desire?

Your eyes as deep as the caverns of time,
Offering unto me a window into my own soul.
I am consumed within and your love is my strength.
So of what shall I ever fear?

Never before have I felt such peace and assurance,
You have bestowed upon me everlasting joy.
To wake up next to you every day in the morning light...
No greater achievement could ever be more desired,
For my only wish of the future is spend each day of it with you.

Elusive concepts

Should I write with elusive concepts
Or should I simply state what is in my heart?
Do I even comprehend what it is that I feel?
And if I don't comprehend, how do I learn to understand it?
My thoughts are jarbled and frayed,
My feelings has choatic as a twisted nether.
My heart feels like it is on my sleeve,
And my dreams feel like they are spawled on the floor.
Am I frightened?
Am I hurt?
I feel like my heart is a pincusion for others,
And I feel like no one cares about me,
But is this only due to my situation,
Or is it linked to who I am?
I worry that I am unlikeable, not beautiful, inadequte, and replaceable.
I feel like I am my still doll who sits on the shelf:
Pretty to look at for a length of time,
But eventually boxed away when a better model arrives.
I am scared of being replaced.
I am scared of not being needed or valued.
I am scared of dying alone and being held in my own fragile arms.
Left to my own devices I am certain to perish.
Left in the cold I am certain to freeze.
Left alone in the corridors of my mind I am sure to wear away.
To stand alone in the midst of others,
Is a bitter and stinging pain.
I look upon the isle of defeat, anguish, and suffering which I fashioned years ago,
And then I realize that years have only been months,
And those months have hardly been twelve.
Grasping onto my own body to try and bring warmth,
But cold grasping cold can only make cold,
In the same way that darkness fighting darkness can only make darkness.
Warmth of his bones making my cold into warmth,
But how long can warmth last when the fire has gone?
When his fire leaves my icy bones it is like a candle leaving a darkend room,
The darkness quickly consumes the light and the room knows of the candle has only a memory.
Captivating and glorious is his presence to the cold,
But the warmth can't be in bondage to the cold,
The warmth does not need the cold.
Therefore I am scared that I will be of no use.
The only thing bringing me joy can quickly walk away,
And as others have grown to shun me,
How much longer can I expect perfection to stay beside me?
I am so scared.
So scared.
So scared...

An ardent flame

The candle flickers,
And mercy appears to waver.
As evil snickers,
Smoke of the candle it savors.

An ardent flame,
Burning feeble but true.
Surely a shame
That it's time may be through.

The flame it is life,
The candle compassion and love.
The darkness is strife,
The evil loathes all that's above..

So don't let it die,
The warmth inside your heart,
I'll tell you why:
It is when bitterness will start.

Silenty you scream...

Silently you scream as the applause hits your bones.
These people don't believe in your dreams,
Nor do they applaude with pride.
Their hands simply come together as if forming a verbal assault.
Mocking you.
Pitying you.
These people encourage you because they must,
And now you know that there is nothing special about you,
And so you silently scream so everyone will think you are strong.
Inside however, you don't know how to feel wonderful again...

This situation is one which I know personally.
I am broken again, but afraid to lose control.

Who is there to help the strong?

It's difficult to focus on the people,
It's difficult to focus on the work.
When all things seem to tumble,
Who is there to help the strong?
This one who cannot bear to ask,
This one who knows what's wrong?
Recommended to drop their tasks,
And this person knows they should.
But it will bring such ridicule,
So they can only wish they could...

A little bit of knowledge

The roads are ever winding,
The different paths are endless.
The people can be devils,
But some are also saints.
Decisions can be horrifying,
Or can be profoundly simple.
A little bit of knowledge:
Life can be intimidating,
But believe me it is worth it.

What good are kisses?

What good is love if it is not for forever?
It merely becomes anguish when time is spent,
and it only leaves pain when it has left.

What good are kisses if it is not with a lover?
When the time is over they are regrets,
Which haunt memories with terrible furiosity.

So make love last forever,
And only kiss one,
Because quick romances are shallow,
But true love will bring happiness for a lifetime.

Ignite.

The first stanza might be used for another peom, because I am not comfortable with the transition.

"Ivory pettles and saphire sashes,
Cascading from heaven slowly and ardently.
Innocent laughter and tender caresses,
Mark a beginning but also an end.
Friends from afar and those held close,
All gathered 'round to eat and be merry,
For today the sorrow is vanguished
And tomorrow everlasting happiness rises.
For today the book turns its pages
And tomorrow a new chapter it writes.

"Ivory petals against an ebony sky,
Only to fall and be consumed by fire,
But this fire is only death to the petals,
And all other life is warmed with its intensity.
The same intensity with which a man loves,
Often taken for granted and misunderstood,
But steadfastly there and nonwitholding.
A kindred soul who goes beyond time,
Shelters his woman in his arms of solace,
And whom could never receive enough to be repaid for the joy he has bestowed upon her.

"The fire within his heart burns so intensly that it has relit the flame she had lost,
Now together they burn steadfast and brilliant,
And warm another until the day that one is extinguished to never burn again...
Then both shall be gone but his legacy will remain,
Due to the warming fires that their heart ignited along the way."

Through Darkness

Some poetry to start things off with:

"The happiness in the world, it’s all like the stars:

There when you’re looking and there when you’re not,

But if you aren't sure what to feel, the beauty is naught.

As I slowly let go of what I clung to for so long,

I am beginning to wonder if it will always be this song.

A story of hope that shines so brightly it hurts,

While we are quickly sidestepping to try and divert:

The pain that has been there for so many years,

Covered up by smiles that try to persevere.

"I've been alone and hurting for so many days,

And I have spent weeks where life was just a haze.

I’m afraid to trust in people when I am always wounded,

I give them my whole being and then I’m discarded.

The pain in this world is so much to bear alone,

But as I live longer I realize that my bravery has grown.

I can stand on my own two feet, however unsteadily,

I can continue through life even if no one’s next to me.

"So I lower my hands affixed to my sides,

And I rise up my head knowing I have always tried.

As long as I give 100 and 10,

At least in my heart I will always win.

While life isn't perfect, and I wish I weren't here,

Exposing my heart isn't something to fear.

In the smallest of things exist the greatest of dreams,

And in pursuit of those things we go to the greatest extremes.

I want to die knowing I have done all I wanted,

And I didn't give into the spirits whom I was haunted.

If I happen to have someone’s hand to hold,

Then that means I could finally be whole,

But if it so happens that I will die alone,

I want to be the one they were all glad to have known."