No Words

My heart a flutter, my pulse racing for the first time in what feels like ages.
acting as rose petals, the warmth of our emotional embrace blooms with extravagant beauty
the likes of which my mind denies me the words to describe.
though luck, not fate, have any business here, or in any plain of reality, i cannot explain what these feelings mean to me, not matter how true and heartfelt the effort is.
the ability to properly show such an arousal of emotions eludes me, even to this day
however, that does not shy me away from the attempt

no matter the obstacles, our hearts shall overcome all odds, i know this.

beating, breathing, becoming something so much more than just that which pumps our crimson nectar of life from vein to vein
all previous expressions defined indescribable and irreplaceable.

a trillion letters forming a billions words across a million pages incased in hundreds of thousands of books sheltered in thousands of libraries built in hundreds of cities of dozens of countries a part of our one turquoise and verdant planet could even begin to define the truth that is my feelings, but i will never give up the hope that i may some day reach that place.



as long as i have the inspiration in my heart, my writing will never cease

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Helplessness

Such a stark helplessness, my hands confused in their motions, having not a single act of selflessness that could suffice my hearts desires, I shiver at the mere thought of such hell, but this reality is almost too heavy for my mind to bare. Shackled tight, this bondage invades the aging skin of my body with no concern for permission, only content to cause the pain that I had so fervently attempted to avoid. For no pleasure comes from these darkened, dinged situations for which I always seem to have a knack of twisting myself in to. By my perfect vision, I can see her health slipping, and, in similar fashion, the health of her procreated youth. I find myself in such daft agony at these scenes that I cannot bring myself to let the tears fall, for such a deafening crash would follow, and shatter the pillar of strength which I have built with my now-calloused hands. As these times pass, I must sit in the flames and wait for her soft and loving hand to extend toward my ashes. Whether that hand is in desperation, in confidence, or perhaps in what we have been sharing all along, remains to be seen, but my eyes shall not blink but never until this foul sickness is eradicated or my beating, bleeding heart is proclaimed to be needed, or maybe something completely and entirely out of my mental reach in this current time will trigger my undivided attention. Yet regardless of the outcome, I shall lie ready for her.

always here for those whom make my life bright and my spirits high,

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The Evening (Introduction)

This is the beginning of what will hopefully become a short story darker than I've ever gone before. id love feedback and criticisms. prepare for the blackened side of my mind. <3



      Another average night coming to a close in one of many disappointing lives lived around the world, this one seemingly no different than any previous to it. However this particular falling of darkness would not go by unscathed, and neither would our darling beauty. As the day winds down, A street lined with the brick buildings aged by the elements, chipped and cracked with the wisdom that only a hundred years worth of existence could bring, comes into focus, while the evening opens its eyes upon the unphased cityscape.
      From the black, into the flickering florescent light buzzing its way from the rusted lamp post to the quite solid and quite real ground, the form of a woman appeared, as if birthed from the womb of the beast itself. She waltzed with the darkness; her mission was not quite clear yet as she was merely attempting to gain an acquaintance with the night before a decision was made. Her skin was soft, even at the sight of it, a quick glace melting any ice that once encased and enthralled the hearts of the onlookers. Less cloth adorned her body than what most would feel comfortable in, although modesty was not the strong suit of her moral fibers. Her hips swung as a pendulum does, side to side, and back again, leaving not a single set of male eyes averted. One pair of optic scans, however, had more sinister intentions in their sight than a simple mental fantasy.

The Lunar Queen Of My Heart

Sitting here, my rough elbows upon the windowsill, glancing towards the bright moon, I see her eyes in the sphere, knowing that she sees mine staring back. Our lunar reflections shine on our hearts. Though our evening provider of light phases in and out of entirety, our emotion does not, we remain strong, even when apart, even when the microscopic bastards of non-health attempt to separate us, I never give up the hope that every next day may be our reuniting. For no matter how slivered the earthly moon becomes, it never fully looses its rays to slice through the midnight black, and I follow suit, defining solidarity, knowing no matter how many jokers I draw from the deck, I hold out my own small sliver of hope that my next turn will provide me with the queen of my heart, my darling lover, and that we may rejoice in health and prosperity, for not just our hands, but the hands of tomorrow as well.



I've never once lost complete hope in us, even when my hand was in anothers.

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Questions Of A New Heart

Her mere scent intoxicates me, god damn, I start to lose touch with reality, or maybe this is truth and ive been living in heresy? how can one woman provide such divine ecstasy? Perhaps the reason is as simple as her to me meaning more than anyone or anything?

 it never ends

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Half-Hearted Rant

Subtle texts with sublime undertones, most deaf to the message unless they are already aware. How could we have been so blind until mere decades ago? Do we blame ignorance or arrogance for this lack of fact and faith in that very principle? I write not to disrespect, but merely to redefine your definition of truth and set right your moral compass. I do not claim to have all of the answers, nor do I believe anyone does, as life’s journey is about just that, the search for ourselves and for our fellow man. Simple fairy tale rederic and a rancid bathing of the brain in iron age myths does not define who we are or should be and does not give us origin. …This rant is of a mute point and would better be delivered on more passionate terms, for my mind is elsewhere and has been for many weeks. I shall continue such torment of the lost on another eve.

worry not my darlings, I've still got the fire that made me a monster, I'm just waiting for the right moment to burn bright on the matter again

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