Poetry

  • Crucifixion

    If I could I would Nail my hands to the edges of stars with your broken promises, Naked and Exposed my scars for all to see, This is my Crucifixion for loving you, my Love… my Celestial being, If I could I would tie you to those false dreams you sold me Then watch you…

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  • The First Time?

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  • Lunar Petal 19

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  • Words That Shape The Mind

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  • Lunar Petal 20: Ink of my Pen

    Pen in ink, A letter was written into the flesh, tattooed A lasting impression of these moments, to tell the truth, No one will ever make me feel the same as you do, I get so impatient when I get these cravings, I thank the Lord every day for he made you so amazing, From…

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  • Lunar petal 26 : Déjà vu

    I had a dream about you last night, in a place where time and space could not touch us I remembered how your smile was so simple and bright, I’ve tasted those honey suckle lips deliberately fell deep into the chasm of those eyes My hands traced the detail of those hips so intimately I…

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  • Lunar petal 25

    Some people just want to see you burn and fail, even throw gasoline just to speed up the process. There’s no doubt in my mind they’ll succeed in this task. So burn… burn so bright and beautiful it’ll light up the night of their ugly lives.

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  • Lunar Petal 14

    Can you remind me to stay humble? Remind me that this planet has gravity You were the sweetest girl when we were younger, as we got older and older, I understood just how amazing you were to my sanity Your beauty is one of Gods greatest creation, A living sculpture painted with divine colors, Clarity…

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  • Lunar Petal 14: The Paradox

    She’s the rapid winds of the storm, The earth-rattling roar of the thunder, When you see her coming, sound the alarms, Pray to your savior; find the nearest shelter, I’ll tell you now she’s a powerful force of nature.   She’s the peace on a clear summer night down by the riverside, You cannot claim…

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  • Lunar Petal 11: Dead Leaves

    Why do I… love Why do I think of suicide…? A Raven that wants to be a dove Steady trying to maintain, I’m drowning in my tears While repetitively doing the same things, I’m bending from our fears No one can fathom the pain, of constantly fighting with my own brain It’s agonizing to love when…

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