Tattoo Kisses Can't Be Seen On Black Hearts

His kisses were tattoos

Engraved in my skin

Bleeding ink from his lips

That kissed me like a needle

And it felt so good.

He kissed me places no man had even seen before

And left his marks on my skin.

I told him “Kiss me pink”

But his ink was only black.

His eyes, they were brown

And his skin, was mahogany

But he kissed me black

And that would have been fine

Because I longed for those tattoo kisses

But the last place he kissed was my heart

And we all know black hearts are no place to find love. 

Lemonade and A Porno

yummy, sweet
Taste my sticky
I taste like honey, I promise
Drown me with your tongue...

I'll be your lemonade
But don't worry about bringing the sugar
I'm already sweet enough...

Baring my soul

This is me. Basically I feel empty, broken, incomplete. I try not to feel the way I do so I smile and I laugh and I drink but on the inside I still feel…less. Like I should be more. I’m afraid to cut loose and do all the things I know I can because I’m afraid of failure. I’m afraid of how my loved ones will look at me if I fail. I’m afraid of what it will be like when I fall asleep every night and reflect on myself. I think too much, I don’t think enough. No one knows me because I don’t know me. I can be on a high and no one will ever know how broken I am but then I crash and no one knows how to pick up the pieces, not even me. I want to please everyone because I don’t know what to do to please myself. I’m lost but I’m scared to find myself.

I’ve never been in love. I’m too scared. The closest attempt I ever had ended in an epic failure and ever since then it scares me. I’m not scared of falling in love; I’m just scared of loving the wrong person. I don’t trust my own judgment I guess. I never let people in because I don’t feel like the kind of man that I want would want me back. So I get scared and I ruin every chance I have of finding someone to be with. I’m the biggest cynic I know. I honestly don’t believe in “everlasting love” I guess. I feel like people have passion and then it turns to companionship and eventually fades to comfortability. I don’t think it’s a bad thing. But I laugh at other people’s relationships and always doubt true love. I don’t try to be that way but in my mind if it’s too good to be true then it must not be true. I wish I could just stop being so guarded and be happy for once.

She Died/Unspoken Secrets

This is easily the most personal poem I have ever written about an experience that happened when I was young. It's not my usually pattern of writing at all but this came out one day so I have left it as is. It comes in two parts. Part one is She Died:

She died that night
But her lungs kept breathing
And her heart kept beating
She died that night
With his image forever burned in her retinas
She died that night
Words in her throat but he told her 
"Never speak" and she didn't
She died that night but nobody noticed
She was the dead girl with a pulse
She died that night
When he took her soul 
And something else she can never get back
She died that night, withered away
The wind carried her innocence to a distant land
And it drifted through the window of another girl
Who took comfort in knowing she wasn't the only one
Who was afraid to speak


Part two of this poem is called Unspoken Secrets:

How dare you?
How dare you ask me a question like that?
It's not why didn't I say anything,
It's why didn't you listen?
When I had something to say 
You were too busy
But now, now you say you care?
I used to want to tell you
Back then it meant so much to me
And now that I don't care
You want to take the time
I'll kill you and myself before I ever tell you 
Because the truth would do that anyways
It still hurts but I'm used to that pain
My face forgot how to smile
And my heart forgot what happiness was
So no, I won't tell you my secret
I'll take it to the grave where it belongs
Because I'm already dead

The World Isn't Ending

I had an idea when I wrote this but I feel like it might not have come across very clearly so I really don't know if I like this one but here it is:


it's over
...someone has brought down the cover
of the veil of time
And snuffed out the burning light of eternity
The souls mourn but the flesh is in denial
Moving on, pushing forward even while
The world is burning invisible fires
Now comes the blanket of silence
Stifling the violence, cease all the hating, lying, debating
Neighbors disintegrating before my very eyes
I saw it all
Mountains tumbling, cities falling, Mankind dying
But all hidden carefully
Behind the facade of lies that we call life
All an act, me a poet, you a murderer
And most ironically of all, you the actress...aren't we all?
Composure, what we display
Faith, what we need
As the curtains close over our final act
We open our eyes to notice...
Why isn't the world ending?
Because...
It's already over

The Cursed One

So here is one of my older poems. I posted it how I originally wrote it down but now I don't know if I like the way the lines are broken down. Hopefully it flows right.


Do I look familiar?
Yes of course I do because I'm her,
The dark angel of your dreams
Who pushed you over the edge and smiled in your face as you fell a million miles
From my arms
And it was me who caught you at the bottom
With an eternal tear etched on my face
Just another everlasting tear that fell from my begging eyes
And quenched your soul
Rekindled your passion
Before you looked around and realized
"I'm dead"
Welcome to Hell, where dreams are lost in the face of infinity
Yes it was me, cursed be my name
Dark Angel

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