Monday, February 28, 2011


not only have i grown tired of the world, but the world has grown tired of me.

Sunday, February 27, 2011


love is a snow flake that always melts when you get too excited.

Monday, February 21, 2011

ain't it great?

today i woke up into a dream and wished for reality.

Friday, February 18, 2011

those eyes

your eyes are frozen mirrors, stolen from the forgotten bottom of my heart. they fog to blindness at the the first blow of warm breath any living creature dares to present you. every time you cry, the crystallized tears tear the remnants of a once soft skin with wounds that resemble the cutting edges of glass shards dancing in the burning winter wind. how i long to penetrate the emptiness of those icy blue spheres, be rendered powerless before your coldness. transform me into another frozen statue, an eternal servant among all others that wondered into doom. let me stare at your shattered face. one day i will blind you, i will guide you endlessly throughout the planes of time, hand in hand, until the snow desert is no more.

Saturday, February 12, 2011

and never to love again

one night she goes to bed wondering,
why the same old story again and again.
then one fine morning she realizes
she can only make love to her ego,
never to love a man.

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

your song

sing me a song,
it doesn't have to be long,
but in a minor, a sad key,
because the day wronged me.

i photographed the world
in color film, black and white and gold,
but i lust to capture your beauty,
stripped from chains, it's pure poetry.

i handcrafted a statue,
that someday will turn into you,
whom i will make my queen,
the prettiest eyes have ever seen.

enchant me with a tune,
take me to the dark side of the moon,
where we will always redeem,
because maybe, it was all just a dream.

Tuesday, February 1, 2011


imagine all the love,
real, honest and true.
imagine, think of me
and then think of you

paint it in white
as you see it in your heart.
draw true love,
come on, it's never apart.

i saw true love,
a blank paper she showed me,
in it a million things,
but they were all white you see.

how can it be then?
the thing we all talk the most,
the greatest feeling
is also the one true ghost?