What if you had the opportunity to be with your soul mate? Somebody who vibrated at a frequency so complimentary to your own, you could feel it.

The ONE! The person who you lay awake at night, wishing lay beside you. Who's warmth thawed your iceberg of a heart ( Read more... )

Hello Love,

I'm lost ( Read more... )

Hello Love ( Read more... )

In the hopes on concretely creating the future I desire ( Read more... )

I'm getting back into it.

David blinked in bewilderment. The sky melted into the fire orange mountain while the scrub brush danced in the afternoon heat.
This is better than the last cigarette. He thought to himself. Better than greens. His hands were callused and dirty from moving rocks. The jeep was currently parked at the peak. Unnecessary at ( Read more... )

There exists a tradition,
centuries gone by,
of a warrior's bottle
and a lover's night cry.
The tradition is said
to determine the fate
of the mighty warrior
and his beautiful mate.
A small bottle is given
from he to his lover,
made of delicate glass,
and a cork for a cover.
Then off he would go,
into a long and bloody war.
His mate left to worry
and long for him ( Read more... )

 I tried making a soundtrack to my life, but all the songs were like this one. Bleh, I dislike this affection crap. It bothers me. Moreover, I’m the only one who cares. Thus, does it really matter?
Still, I can’t stop thinking about her. And whenever I see her I have trouble breathing. On one hand, despondency, in the other, dichotomy.

She drifts ( Read more... )

Here's some old attempts at love poetry. Not quite sure I understand the concept, but I made attempts nonetheless.

Have you ever been fascinated by someone who's words just seem to penetrate you?

You find yourself looking,
and can't look away,
and the more that you try,
the more that gaze stays.

Riveted here,
where you want it to be,
'cause you know that ( Read more... )

i once knew a girl.

a golden trade

for all the world.
but being a pauper,

never content with my self,
knew her my grail.
just a foolish dream,

often my wish,
to know her my wife.
as a general for hope,
this was where my will was forged.

just pour more blood;
it stimulates growth.
burned by desire, i think

i've reached a conclusion.
there is nothing i can do
and my ( Read more... )

the dust has settled.
cue the grieving
widows.
mothers.
friend.
the ammo spent, it should be raining.
you've thrown your bricks but,
they've sorely missed their marks.
is it really so
surprising?
you've grown fat on the dreams of those
you inspired.
in the ashes of the tyrant
you toppled.
in your haste you took the gold,
a golden heart is copper without music's ( Read more... )