some of my poetry

-My Life-

Darker grows the endless path as I walk through these hopeless floral objects....
Sweet though they smell, they are withered and their roots run dry...
As my dirt stained padded toes touch down to the dusty paths markings, a fog sets down upon me...
Though soft and sure the mist is, a blanket of fear wraps around me...
Yet, on my feet carry me until a fork in the path appears...
"Tread lightly, One of the Forest, for troubled times lay ahead in these woods."
This written on the mirror in blood on the tree that divides my life...
One path to the left shows me beauty and perfection, flowers bloom and trees are green and everything is lively...
But to the right is a gloomy and hateful path, overgrown with thorny vines and wilting branches...
Most would take perfection in a moments time, but listen to the signs and plan life in the interests of others and not your own...
My icy gray eyes look from the mirror to the overgrown path and back again until my feet start to tread again...
On to the troubled path I go, for what may seem perfect may not be what it's cracked up to be...
So through the vine infested, tree grown path I walk, bare pads on thorny grounds...
Bloody now, my arms break through the everlasting arms of the thorn grown vines...
I see a light ahead and my legs break into a sprint....
Power I never knew my body mind or spirit had takes over and in a burst of energy I break out and howl...
Beauty pours out of my lips and the light grows brighter still....
Until I break free and I'm in your arms once again.

-In Me-

In an essence I could feel your presence even before I knew you existed,
It was engraved in stone,
Written in blood,
Carved on bone.
We are meant to be,
Just you wait and see.

-Bliss-

In exstacy,
The internal me,
In an extatic view,
An internal you.
Against the wall,
Give it your all,
So
Please
Take your fangs and
sink them in,
Suck the blood from
underneath my skin.
Then let it drip
onto my lips
And kiss it all away
to another day.
In love,
In bliss,
I'm glad that
we could share
this kiss.

-Widows Burn-

Eternal flame of passion and love,
Everlasting flow of sweet cyanide
to keep the copycats at bay.