The night

Many adventures we would take, 

arriving at the early hours awake.

with black make-up all over our faces, 

from being in different uncanny places.

We swam in swimming pools fresh and cold, 

smoking killer cigarettes completely uncontrolled.

We wrote in diaries all our sorrrows, 

as if time was nonexistent with no tomorrows.

We slept in parks freezing to death, 

while homeless men injected meth.

We hid in car parks from perverted guys, 

with greasy hair and shifty eyes.

We crashed in a radical spiritual group,

who exceedingly smelt bad and only ate soup.

A black man gave us his thought on the world, 

with no answer to our questions and many swirled.

French men and gay men everywhere, 

so attractive and impossible not to stare.

Lesbians celebrating getting married too, 

with striking eyes that were perfectly blue.

We walked home as the sun came down,

dragging our feet all over the ground.

Our eyes closed as we fell asleep,

with a perfect night and a memory to keep.

The little Knight

A silent girl caressed her hair,

as she sang a sweet little prayer.

Suddenly a boy she saw, 

she glared at him with sudden aw.

He was very beautiful to be a boy, 

compared to others who always annoy.

She walked towards him through flushed cheeks, 

she felt embarressed and very week.

She tapped his shoulder as he looked away, 

and asked him if he would come and play.

The boy agreed and smiled politely, 

he was extremely hansom and idealy knightly.

They played many games as the sun went to sleep, 

they fell giggling on the grass in a happy heap.

As giggles ended a silent descended, 

both children looked at one another as was intended.

The boy stroked the girls cheek, 

while her eyes were closed she shiverd and peeked,

at the boy with such an angelic face, 

she no longer felt she could stay in place.

She moved closer to his strawberry lips, 

as mysterious and bewitching as a summer eclipse.

He watched this heavenly work of art,
He then closed his eyes with a loving heart, 

Their lips were now close as can be, 

the world was as slient as a dead sea.

neather one would take the first step,

the first kiss forever they would never regret.

Finally the boy could not resist, 

their lips met lovingly as they kissed.

Love awakened exploding within their touch,

they never thought this feeling would be as such.

As they finally parted in perfect bliss, 

they would never forget that first kiss.

The boy and girl poised in a smile, 

as they beamed at eachother for another little while.

Death tree

The tree witherd with every breath,

Leaves fell silently as I prayed,

I teared and thought of death,

As the falling blood of a blade.

I looked up between the leaves, 

the sun stroked me eyes shut, 

I cried as one grieves, 

though I was uncut.

I have not seen death,

I have never believed,

as silent as a newborn´s breath, 

but it is perceived.

If I perceive the end, 

I shall live in regret,

then I must try to fend,

that death shall be forever offset.

The Dark angel that carried me away

I fell into his arms and felt complete. Nothing worried me anymore. He was an angel that saved me with dark features. He captured my eye while I was traveling far away back to where I lived. His wings were not angelical but dark and strong. He spread them out above my head while his black eyes burnt holes into my memories. Though I had just met this mystic angel he was still able to draw me into his powerful and thirsty existence. His sharp and sinful jaw cut my skin into a splattering gush of translucent blood. The more he pulled me into him the more I felt the urge to never let go. His Jaw scraped my skin deeper and deeper in half. My feather sculptured body broke as effortlessly as the snap of quemical romance between two beings. I was reborn at last into two seperate angels. One that made the angelical creature with black wings carry me as if I was a child, and a second angel that he carried as a lover.

As my blood lay on the lifeless floor I felt complete. I no longer needed my life in my body, as the angelical black creature with a sinful jaw and eyes of fire made me feel more alive then when I was alive. Until I had met him my soul was dead. 

Now that I was dead I breathed for the first time.

Close your eyes

I am often scared, but I also believe everyone is. Im scared of the future and what it will bring. Im scared of being myself at times in front of strangers that wont accept me. Im scared of not achieving my goals in life. Im scared of hanging by a thread and not being able to support my dearest friends. But I have found that the way to cope with this feeling that swallows me up into a breathtaking river, where I can not breath is...closing my eyes. Embracing the fear of not surviving it. Feeling it rush through my bones and down my spine. Making the hairs on my neck stand. My eyelids quiver in distress. But I resist the fear. I feel it through my body. I accept it and then I push it away. I push it away in order to make it evaporate. Its finished and I have resisted it successfully.

Close your eyes and let the fear evaporate.

The Princess

I once met a girl that was beautiful in every way. She was a princess. Her long wavy hair flashed reflections in the sun. Her eyes were charmingly big followed by a delicate mouth that was of a perfect shape. She floated through streaming corridors at school and spoke in expressive words. She was always noticed, not only for her words  but her presence.

Each of her flaws made her more perfect every second of everyday. Each glance was a dagger in my beating heart. Each kiss was eternity. The girl never knew how special she was to me. The tragic story is yet to complete.

A new prince has galloped into her kingdom. She is no longer my princess. But she will always be in my heart as the girl with long wavy hair with charming big eyes and a perfect delicate mouth who made me the happiest girl in the world.

Thus, I am happy.

Tipping water

I am a glass of water about to tip.
I am drowning and screaming but no one can hear me.
The water will not hold and I shall slip.
I am not perfect, as you can see.

But I need help in order not to tip.
I need help in order to not slip.
If you cant hear, you can see.
If you cant see, then here is me.

I can´t change the future

I can´t change the future, It can only change me.
I can´t change the way the clouds appear in the sky, I can watch the weather though.
I can´t help the way I feel, but it does not give me the rite to treat people however I like.
I can´t change the way people perceive me, but I can get to know them.
I can´t help crying when Im sad, but I can stand up and try.

I wish I could change how I am at times...but you are who you are. You were born this way.




You can change your flaws but not the
way people perceive you.

Just Breath

When I am angry I feel the fire burning up inside me. Burning to such an extent that my body is full of scars. I am a human flame that can not control its powers. I count from 1 to 10...still nothing. My eyes turn from green to red and backfire at anything that moves. Swet creeps up around my neck and streams down my forehead...still agitated. The hairs on my back stand as I unleash the power of will within me. The best to do in these situations is stay calm. Breath. Never count though, never works. Put yourself in that persons shoes. What do they feel? What are they willing to achieve to be burnt by playing with fire? Never give them what they want. If you do you are the villan...and an idiotic one. If you stand your ground and look as if you are about to devour them from a simple glance...all is fine.

Never loose control of the fire within you.