Amber, Emeralds and RubiesThey say the pen is more powerful than the sword, how true.
It can start a war or say I love you.
A pen can hurt, a pen can heal.
I hope it will allow me your heart to steal.
Like a bandit at night, dark clothes and mask.
To walk this path is a dangerous task.
Full of pitfalls, traps, and night.
At the end of it though, what a sight.
A cascade of rubies all over your lips.
Amber hair falling all the way to your hips.
Emeralds from your eyes like dewdrops fall.
To a heart pure as diamond, hear my call.
I know using gems to compare,
Them with you isnt quite fair,
Because your beauty extends it all.
Bringing me to the edge, I trip and fall.
I keep tumbling over and over, in love with you.
Your in my very core, through and through.
Confession of a Teenage Romeocame through a dark tunnel,
And now I'm on the other side.
No shame no reasons to hide.
I made some mistakes,
I know that you did to.
We'll get though,
This is a promise you.
Just as friends nothing more.
But never anything less.
I will never forget you, how about that?
You will always be a friend to me.
A confidant, one to turn to in times of need.
I never meant to hurt you if I did.
Next time those feelings come
You know I'll slam the lid.
You have dreams to chase and see through.
I won't get in the way,
So go and do what you do.
If you need help just let me know.
I'll do anything to help you grow.
I have no regrets
Other than the pain and sorrow that I've caused.
I know it won't go away over night.
So I will help you in any way I can.
Don't just talk to me
You have more than one friend.
You and I need all the help we can get.
Keep going, get set.
Life will hit you soon enough.
Enjoy the years you have left,
Of all the fun and stuff.
Mind at the End of its TetherThe light droplets landing gently on my skin,
A scattering of rainbow light on the wind
My thoughts float with the wind
Dream and reality blend
Standing hear on the grass,
Everything looks as fragile as glass.
Shapes twisting turning in the fog,
I feel as though I've had too much grog.
On the end of the world is were I stand,
This is a completely different land.
As my toes sink into the sand,
The waves crash against a palm tree stand.
My body is here but my mind is not,
That organ has left its slot.
My mind is at the end of its tether,
Trying to snap the leather.
Trying to go further than before.
I'm pushing at a locked door.
Hindered by imperfection,
I wish for a better connection.
I can't find the meaning,
Through the door I see light gleaming.
I need to find the key,
For everyone you and me.
For behind that door,
There is something more.
Life would have meaning,
Behind the door that's gleaming.
Only one has the key,
He will give life's water free
All will live forever
The Cosmic RaceAs I live and as I take a breath,
I contemplate the vastness of the ocean depth.
I explore the world of crystal blue reefs,
And the inky blackness of the trenches deeps.
A colorful clown fish and a dark sting ray.
Across the ocean in my mind they play.
All of this achieved without leaving my chair.
Then I dive deeper, as deep as I dare.
Through the blackness through the earth.
I go across the galaxy's length and girth.
I find the center and a tunnel.
It sucks me down spinning like a funnel.
It shoots me out and I open one eye.
I look around and with safety I lie,
Back in the comfort of leather and lace.
Thinking about the cosmic race.
Noble BornMost of my poems are from teen angst.
I feel like I'm banging my head against.
A rocks sharpest part.
Without angst there is no art.
No art indeed said one who was noble born.
He came to laugh, came to scorn.
Art is not about what you feel.
It has to be tangible, seeable, real.
Are not letter real I asked him true?
They are seen by me and you.
The paper they are written upon,
You can feel it, need I go on?
In a huff he left collar steaming.
I knew revenge was what he was scheming.
To bring an end to all my works.
Cut its heart out with a dirk.
The dirk of reality so long and strong.
A knife of professors, cutting out the "Wrong".
To edit this society
Free speech is privilege no longer necessity.
That noble born man who I describe,
Is another person inside me, alive.
He edits and changes every thing I put down.
To make sure no incriminating evidence is found.
So no one knows what I really think.
To keep me sheltered from the brink.
Keeping me safe away from the crowd.
Not letting me spe
The Last Grain in the GlassTime slips by through and hour glass.
Never recaptured, falling away.
I sit and watch the time pass.
Faster every day.
Till the hourglass is empty,
Ridden of the filth.
To leave caution is tempting.
To think nothing of my health.
No, there must be another option.
One not so hard to stay.
Death is coming, we need to stop him.
But he's closer every day.
What if when the last grain is falling,
Sand in the air.
I hear a voice calling.
Turn it over if you dare.
So to the mighty glass I trod.
I must be quick, time is running thin.
I begin to lift, God!
This thing's heavy I know not where to begin.
As the last grain falls,
My strength begins to wane.
The man in black is gives me a call.
I say No! again.
But he comes closer still.
As the last grain hits the pile.
I take his hand with a chill.
Wondering, was it all worth the while?