WHO AM I? what am I? what am i doing? what am I thinking? what am I writing? what the hell are you reading?

If I don't I become pent up with energy- light up my love as our bodies exchange heat in this last romance just like a star your death is an explosion I won't ignore our touch heat flashing across the sky turmoil brings forth life your hair everywhere makes me rage for more

a song serenely sings his soul out to the world to him betrayed his fingers deftly play his heart the keys strike eerily the ring in my ear, as his ghostly figure hovers about this piano the boy hides form his past shadow

my shattered stained windowpane

my shattered stained windowpane if you peer through the cracks you can catch a glimpse a little passion a little hate a bit of indifference a dash of drive a splash of faith a pinch of hope a lotta love that's how it broke, ya know?

Heart

like I haven't written enough about hearts. his heart her heart your heart my heart their heart our heart the world's lack of a heart the beating heart of love what is a heart anyways-a mass of muscle and tissue. unfortunately necessary totally broken. damn heart

Dance Under The Moon

techno music under a harvest moon dance in your own world let your soul soar free dance until your legs won't hold until your arms can't move dance until your heart is damaged all the love is gone and when the music stops and the light is coming up dance your way on home i'll be waiting love

Angel In My Dream

I found this poem in one of my notebooks. I thought it was pretty cool.

A glorious figure floated from the sky. The brilliant angel landed lightly next to me. A stream of light illuminated his body: an image of perfection in itself. His white wings embraced me, shielding my heart. A word he then whispered, from God himself, "Love." I woke to the morning sun softly gracing my face. The beauty was fading and I longed to remember the angel's Word. The command God game me now lies lost; buried in my soul.

So, I have six new poems you guys haven't seen but I didn't know which one to pick. None of them really stuck with me, so I suppose none of them are really my favorites. Three of them are basically the same poem. Still, I wrote them and they will all probably make it up here eventually. I'll just post chronologically. Do you want them all tonight?

my friends are like a warm blanket wrapping me in warmth and love my family is like a pair of fuzzy furry cozy socks the best accessory on a cold day my love is like a heater our bodies make fire

there wasn't anything was there?

no spark. no life. no fire. there was no passion. the love was a fabrication. the whole game was a facade. I really don't have anything for you. I never did. I lied.

King

I used to be the king of this world; was never ruler of my own. I played the puppet to my advisors- a marionette on their poisned wires. With every tug of those silly strings I danced the game they wanted to play. Now homeless I wander the streets. But I am free. I choose what pavement my feet greet.