Fibres of LoveMy love for you is integrated into my every fibre,Time, the weaver, has entwined this fabric of desire,Now the seamstress, tossing remnants from the main,Reunites the pieces to make me whole again.
Death but a WishDeath is but a wish awayRest eternal callingSo young to suffer soBabes still need their mumWasting into bones and withered fleshThe Lord calls you to slumberTo dream eternallyGo in peace my loveDeath is but a wish awayRest eternal calling
TooToo tired to care,Too hurt to feel,Too in love to let go,If only you loved me, too.
Across the WavesMy heart remains across the waves,Beyond the grass and sand,Longing for the simpler days,When love was close at hand.
Come a Bit CloserCome a bit closer and stand nearReally close so no one will hearEach day that we have known each otherMy heart has come closer to that of anotherCome a bit closer and you shall seeJust how much he means to meLook at how my hands do trembleSurly it is a tell-tale symbolCome a bit closer and hear the unknownSee how much my fondness has grownSometimes it is difficult to containI fear my secret will drive me insaneCome a bit closer and hear what I sayI come a bit closer to you everyday
Synchronized HeartsWhen my heart was bound in submission,My rhythm synchronized to yours,When you become arrhythmic,My heart beats in time,When your heart skips a beat,Mine pauses in anticipation,When your heart beats its last,Mine will fall in eternal rest.
It Is a PrayerEach morning when I wakeBefore my feet touch the floorA prayer rings through my mindStarting the day with boundless hope.Each day as I walk the hallsPounded by the daily grindA prayer pops into my headSustaining the energy needed to proceed.Each evening as I lay to restThe sun setting and moon aglowA prayer precedes my slumberIssuing in dreams of a better day.
When a Heart BreaksDarkened skies of greyClouds burstReleasing DrenchingSaturating every fibreHeavy with the weight of tearsWhen a heart breaks.
In the ShadowsShadows touched by lightIlluminated dreamsIn the gloom of daily lifeMan's heart counts the days
No ShoesFrom below I watchthe feet passing my little windowhigh heelssneakersbootsparading pastWondering where do they gowho do they lovewhy does she rushwhat do they discussIt is my only joyas the roach runs across my bare toesFrom my dungeon windowwith my friend RoachI am free in my fantasiesas I walk in their shoes
Silent AngerLonging to scream like a prophesying BansheeStopping you in your tracksWanting to shout painful ire Desiring to shake the worldKnocking you from your feetA soul's death voicelessly foretold By silenced and festering predecessors United in frustrated agonyPounding for releaseWanting to make my accusationsTestify to the truthRelease justified wrathInstead the Banshee's cryJoins the writhing massSilent anger, silent death
Miss YouWhen you are away,I stumble through the day.You absence endlessly echoes,Reverberating from the shadows.In my waking dreams,We travel to extremes.We wander exotic places,Seeing strange new faces.We laugh and play all day,Sometimes a bit risque.At night talk and attend,In this place that I pretend.Reality at bay,Until reunion day.Still this joyful fantasy,Stands not up to reality.For life will not be right,Until we reunite.
EmbersThe ember of hopeLying in ashesOne bright sparkIn a sea of grey
Clinging ClingingClinging Clinging to a dream,To abandon is a nightmare,To hold on is a fools quest.ClingingClinging to a hope,That all will be well,That a way will be found.ClingingClingingTo my love.
Nothing HelpsI close my eyesbut nothing helpslight breaks focusdarkness confoundsand eats the answers
Tryin'My heart tries to beatMy lungs try to take in airMy hands try to hold on tightMy thoughts work tirelesslyMy voice works to form wordsMy muscles work to exhaustion My soul struggles to keep hopeMy mind struggles to keep paceMy heart struggles to keep you closeI really am tryin'
RavenI’ll never forget the night you became a ravenHow bright your eyes wereHow the tips of your elongated fingers sparked electricityHow your laugh became a cawThe way you wrapped your wings around meAnd pulled me down into the darknessAnd my fingers became tiny branchesWe laughed, soft and lowThe way the damned do
Her EyesIn wonder I look into the large brown eyes,Still unfocused eyes set upon the most beautiful face,Little fingers wiggle and little lips purse,A smile, perhaps gaseously induced,Still that smile is for me.Her eyes a window to a world beyond,A place of heavenly creation,There is no miracle as miraculous,There is no jewel more precious,Then this newly birthed gift.She will grow and challenge,She will test me to the core,But always I will see,The miracle of her being,Looking out from those eyes!
Blackeyed BluesThe blue bus that only makes left turnsCollided with a moonbeam and crashedIt was all in slow motion, we were hypnotizedOn the pavement at four AM, eyes wideWide as black holes where dreams go to dieDo you remember the Pinecomb Motel?It was the only one in town, then, out byThe Flamingo Drive-In, fallen to ruinNear the college where we used to get highIt used to be so far away from town, back thenSilly old men out at four AM watchingWaiting for something to happen, grumblingWhen it does, it never satisfies our blackest eyesWe want what can’t be had, in the ashes Where things used to be, in their proper placesThe bus is allright; it turns up from its side uprightWe board it solemnly, but without hesitationIt’s time now: we all know it, time to get outIt makes a left on 74 and we cross the bridgeBlack eyes staring out rain spattered windows
SenselessI've lost the power of speech,become the dumbest of beasts.I've been robbed of my senses,stripped of all my defences.Your exercise of bewitching touchleaves me incapable even of remembering my name.Your witchcraft has undone so much,still you refuse to shoulder the blame.There's so much for me to learn anew,can I hope to learn it all from you?
A Poem To DylanI'm sorry this world treated you so badly,I wish things could have gone differently,People can hate you for what you've done,But they can't hate you for who you are,Even if now we're two worlds apart,I still think of you,And who you could've beenWhen you looked back in time and said"Remember when?"The sharp knife of a short lifeNo matter what I'd want to tell you,It never comes out rightThe words get lost before they comeAnd we can't undo what is doneI just hope you finally have peaceThe one you so desperately neededYou know, every now and then,Life begins againYou had the most beautiful smile I'd ever seenAnd I will see you in my dreams
Haiku CollectionConsume and CreateI live and consumeAll the creative do bothWe strive to createStruggle and GrowthWe suffer from woundsFrom wounds we all must strugglefrom this we gain strengthLife's MeaningLife has no meaningDespair not for this means thus:We give life meaningWhat we KnowThe more discoveredThe less we know of our worldThe more intriguingTrue PatriotsPatriots QuestionQuestions lead to improvementsThe others worshipBalanceLife is in balanceBeware the extremes of lifeFor balance is keyAbsolutesAvoid absolutesThe world is full of colourIts not black and whiteDeathWhen it comes to deathWe cannot know what comes nextLive whilst you're aliveOrganic IdeasOrganic IdeasThe genuine come to youWith time and patienceJudgmentTo judge characterIt is best through ones actionsNot other factorsSuccessThe truest successIs the one for the heart and soulNot the externalWritingOne thing I have learntThat when it comes to writingIts best from the heartSignifi
absencja.Dziś nie ma chwil piękna ulotnych.I smutnych chwil także już nie ma.Potrzeby tych rozmów psotnych,dni do spotkania liczenia.Dziś nie ma już wielkiej tęsknoty,za czymś, czego nigdy nie miałam.Tracenia co noc w snach tej cnoty,którą do dziś zachowałam.Dziś nie ma już ów poświęcenia,na magię wieczoru czekania,pragnienia słów pięknych mówienia.Dziś nie ma potrzeby kochania.
At the endSo at the end,the turn of timewill take uswhere it all began -where sea sprayand the sun-bleached sandawait the loverscall to cry...And words reechoeverses longand seagulls screecha dying song...Where footprintswashed in wavesof painremind uswe won'tlove again...For on that shore,all tears must drylike sun-bleached bones -our feelings die.
Thank YouMy name is Nicholas Aaron Swaner,I was born in 1993 on April 17th in Urbana, Illinois.I am six foot, I weigh two-hundred eighty pounds.I have brown hair and grey eyes.I have one younger brother, Matthew,and one parent, Jennifer.Sometimes I write things.In September of 2013 I lost my identity.Now,I’ve been Indian burnedand Native American zingedand meds had been missedwith a mess at midnight;I’ve had spilled pill bottlesjack-o-lantern orangeclatter past the doorhinge,but never has that killed me.Living in a house with shatterproof carpet,frosted glass ceilings, blind window sills,not knowing where the walls are.Now,that kills me.In September of 2013I lost sight of my reaching handswith a fluster and a cluckand I couldn’t seizure the daybut—Eddie:best friend, better person.Held me up against myselfwhen the depression worsened.Taking the yellow line trainsto my house and backanswering my late night questionsloud and with fear:don&
Black PantherTo you, I am a shiny, alluring object.Something you want to crush in a white-knuckled fist.Clench in your teeth,And throw away as you would discard a piece of trash.You consider me a fool..When you are the one whose mind cannot transcend matters of the flesh.You are too stupid to care or realize that flesh rots,And the pleasure of the body pales in comparison to the infinite pleasure of the soul.My mind reaches through space and time,And my fingers do not entwine with nothing but the hair of a lover.They entwine with the fibers of consciousness.With the threads of emotions too deep and complex for you to fathom.You see in me what you want to see.You see only what your small, arrogant mind is capable of seeing.Which is a hollow space for you to thrust yourself into.A mindless vessel.A mass of skin and bone you want to dominate out of nothing but unwarranted malice,And when you are met time and time again with the rejection you so deeply deserve -You becom
DefianceWhat an interesting word.If I could judge the actions of everyoneIt would be Defiance.Such a defining trait so easily confusedWith rebellion.Two words now, both similar in definition,Yet completely different.One is of childish rage and immature decision.The other is of experience and deep-rooted justification of what is right.So easily confused, yet people find ways to justify both.The ones that fail call it rebellion.The ones who succeed call it Revolution.Who’s to say we’re not all rebellious children.No, it is easier to call it Defiance.Whether they succeed or fail defines what its true nature is,And how it will be viewed.For now it shall be one simple act of Defiance.How strange to think a single word can personifyThe actions of a world of chaos.How strange to think your last heartbeatsWill be your final defiant slap to deaths face.Defiance is the will of a single being.
FrustrationA growling of the soul,A warning to the weary,The final straw in precarious balance,Frustration abounds.