Do I look like a poet?

Do I look like a poet? - poem

Does poetry seep through my veins,

Stinging the tip of my tongue?

Do I make you think of pretty sentences?

Associate me with melodies of the storm,

Do I look like art?

Am I worthy of words,

Worthy of your pigment in my life?

Do I shine like my metaphors?

Do you seek comfort in me?

Am I your muse?

Am I purely perfect?

Or am I brutal,

Am I hurtful,

Do I remind you of the truth?

Do I cry and yell like the thunderstorms?

Do I remind you of what you hate the most?

Do the ballads I sing sound more like the reprimands you run from,

The burdens that chase you,

Does my tongue kiss your soul with the sweetest of pleas,

Do I make you shed tears as I plague your soul,

Do you associate me with the winter sobs at noon,

Do I feel like pain?

Do my words make you bleed in black and white?

Do I slay like my zeugmas,

Do you run from reality?

Am I your conscience?

Am I cruelty in its best form?

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Perfection - Poem

I try to find words for your ethereal beauty, but I stumble in your presence, Your intoxicating energy, My cheeks ablaze, Please jealousy, consume me, Her light is too bright, Yet it shines with me, Your honey words of poetry, Those of which you sing, I am spellbound and falling under your incantation, The moon could be our gem, The sun could be our ring, The worlds but an orb in your earthly eyes.

From the Men of Troy - poem

To touch the scars of your soul through your eyes and deepen them, To wield the my trojan tongue in hopes of dying for her, Her who sent those ships to sink, Her who held hope in her arms and harnessed its impact against us, Her who ran into the sand and bathed in their flames, She loved it so much that she lived in its ashes You stopped being a monster because I loved you, I found what I loved and let it kill me, She is the closest thing to magic, To god, To human, Time told me it wasn't love, But if this wasn't it, what could it be? I was blinded by hopes of church bells and chariot rides, Those that hide your glow because it's mine I wished to died for treasure, No remorse, but just loss of something better, Rest Helen, Everything was more beautiful when we were doomed,

Should we fall? - poem

Distraught, disfigured, shattered, How do I leave my demons? How do I find a cure? Within these walls, hope has brewed, Translucent and pure, like a fleeting dream, Let us depart, venture into the unknown. Before departure, This maiden, she spared a glance behind, Through her watery waterline, The deception, She realised nobody was waiting, And so she plunges forward, into the depths of madness, Let us follow, embrace her uncharted path, Even if we must fall, Lets join her Past foggy glasses, We learn the essence of joy, To confront our fears or be crippled by our despairs, The choice is ours to make, For destiny is completely malleable if you hit hard enough

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