Candle wax is born from a pulsating flame.Pulsations of passion we share,were born from our first moment which sparked this undying love. If our love had a physical form,our lips would be enshroudedin what flows from our flame,and embalms our...

Inked so wickedly,so hauntingly beautiful.Thunder booms within,and lightning flashes in my eyes!Striking the page,paradoxical juxtapositions reign.A macabre heart indeed,metaphorical beauty drapinga living, breathing corpsewhich holds still the pen!Between my decaying fingers,my pen inks on with everycrash of thundering within...

Why do angles cry?    On angelic faces,    Leaving tracks behind.    Leaving traces,    On a wound,    That cannot heal.    From lashes of words,    Made from steel.        Why do the tears fall from grace?    Upon this fragile place.    Weeping and    Wallowing    From this ache.        Why does it feel like I am losing control?    This never-ending...

They say, share the love,  But what if I don't know you that well yet?  How can I love you?   I want to get to know you.  I look at your words, and I think maybe I can share my  love   Some of you are...

Love dries up when words go walkingtaking more than just the talking.Affection follows in pursuitof missing words that leaves both mute.Another home another pairspit out words without a care.Things get thrown,fists get raisedlove lies bleeding,both are crazed.When a fist...