self control

the hardest
part of
letting someone
you love
go is
making yourself
stay away

incense

like a smoldering
cigarette butt
tossed to the ground

there is nothing
left of me
for you

but oh those fleeting
seconds of being
pressed on your lips

i hope your
lungs still burn
with my scent

Somewhere in Time

Somewhere in time I was meant to have you

to paint myself on the contour of your body
 

in shades of light and darkness,
 

between ecstasy of life and the sadness
 

decorating your eyes.
 

Somewhere in time I was meant to love you
 

to encrust myself deep in your bones
 

fusing my desires underneath your skin
 

lost in body and soul or someplace between
 

the oceans of your mouth and the skies.
 

Somewhere in time I was mean to find you
 

to stumble graciously into your dreams
 

planting smiles in early spring
 

harvesting kisses in fall making you mine
 

for long before I already knew
 

I was meant to have you  somewhere in time.

Dare to dream

Over thinking life
can leave you sinking
this started as 10 words
but got me thinking

Losing sleep over
the day that's been
instead of looking to tomorrow
and what's yet to begin

Dwelling on something
someone may have said
when you could be sleeping
in comfort in bed

Drinking to excess
over matters of no control
or turning silver haired
for not reaching your goal

Try living each day
like a fresh start
sure, it may end like crap
but listen to your heart

Celebrate your uniqueness
let off a bit of steam
at the end of each day
think positive, dare to dream

About a Woman

I see love
written all over this place
I can see love
when I look at her face
(and she looks at him).

I should have stepped up
To be that man
Once upon a time
I might have had that chance
(with her).

I hope for things
For dreams to come true
For a woman to love me
Like I should have loved her.

forever

i'm afraid of losing you forever
so i stay quiet, shut my mouth
get on with things
but maybe it'd be better
if the words were said,
questions asked,
feelings felt and dealt with
so that, even if i lose you
at least i'll know i tried.
i'm afraid of losing you forever
but night will turn to day
frost will melt away
and i'll learn to stop loving you
and i'll learn how to see
my own reflection in the glass
instead of your fingerprints
smudged across the
surface.
i'll learn to bask in sunlight
and read books by ponds
and watch the sun sink
behind pink clouds
and i'll do it all alone,
and i'll be okay with that.
i'm afraid of losing you forever
but even more so,
i'm afraid of losing myself
to a love that maybe
isn't worth fighting for.
i'm afraid of losing me forever.

My Favorite Story

Saying goodbye
To someone you love
Is like reading the final page
Of an amazing book.

As the last chapter ends
You begin to notice
Just how beautiful
And perfect
The plot always was.

You appreciate the joy
And even the pain
As you read and thumb
Through every page.

Finally understanding
The moral of the story,
You realize you've reached
The end of this journey.

Although the last sentence
Is the most difficult to read
Another great book awaits
Once you turn the final page.

Eventually you may stumble
Upon yet another great find.
Or maybe you'll return
To the book you left behind.

You may just discover
Once all is said and done
That this particular book
Was your favorite story
All along.

I cannot find rhythm in 
words without pain

I cannot write without the dark

that steals me from its sore grips

It throws me to the hungry wolves

that howl for my aching soul



There seems to be no poetry

in the sunlight,

only in the ghosts that stalk my 

bare being from beneath the 
cold draft of wind, screaming out
in all the hurt


Love Her Like

Love her like
She's the raging sea,
Unrestrained and dark and deep.
And you crave her touch
Through aching pores
As you slowly drown in sleep.

Love her like
She's the tender storm,
A lovely shade of grey.
Like with every whiff
Of breath she takes,
She's taking yours away.

Love her like
She's the silent clouds
With calmness floating by.
Like you'd want to make
Sweet love to her
Under the moon's apocalyptic eye.

Love her like
She's the blazing fire,
And you lust the candied pain.
Like she's the disease
That swallowed you whole
And you'd like to die again.

When her gentle touch
Makes your chest explode,
And your addiction is your girl.
Promise you'll love her
Through hell and back,
Or do yourself a favor
And don't ever love her at all.

- Kataleya

Someone asked "why do we fall for someone we cannot have?

I don't know to be honest. Love may be given different meanings but the way it works is still an ongoing mystery. But I'll ask you this: do you fall in love with someone because you know you can't have her? If yes, is that really love? If no, then do you fall in love with someone because they make you laugh? Because their smile is breathtaking? Because their eyes sparkle? Because they make you feel good inside? 
When you fall in love, you take unknowing risks. That's why it's called "Falling" in love because you don't walk towards love, you dive in headfirst because you want to feel more of that gooey elated feeling you get when you are with that person you fell for. That's why they say love is blind because it doesn't know if it will be reciprocated or not. All it knows is that this person makes me feel all good inside, that this person is someone I want to spend my time with, that this person is someone I want to be with until the end. We don't fall because they're unattainable, we fall because they are who they are.. 
I say that I know I don't have a chance with that person anymore, but isn't love all about risks? To love is to hurt.

"Because you need the darkness to enjoy the light"

This is for the fat girls
This is for the little brothers
This is for the schoolyard wimps and the childhood bullies that tormented them
For the former prom queen and for the milk crate ball players
For the nighttime cereal eaters
And for the retired elderly Walmart store front door greeters
Shake the dust

This is for the benches and the people sitting upon them
For the bus drivers who drive a million broken hymns
For the men who have to hold down three jobs simply to hold up their children
For the nighttime schoolers
And for the midnight bike riders who are trying to fly
Shake the dust

This is for the two year olds
Who cannot be understood because they speak half english and half god
Shake the dust
For the boys with the beautiful sisters
Shake the dust
For the girls with the brothers who are going crazy
For those gym class wallflowers and the twelve year olds afraid of taking public showers
For the kid who is always late to class because he forgets the combination to his locker
For the girl who loves somebody else
Shake the dust

This is for the hard men who want love but know that it won't come
For the ones who are forgotten
The ones the amendments do not stand up for
For the ones who are told speak only when you are spoken to
And then are never spoken to
Speak every time you stand so you do not forget yourself
Do not let one moment go by that doesn't remind you
That your heart, it beats a hundred thousand times every single day
And that there are enough gallons of blood to make everyone of you oceans
Do not settle for letting these waves that settle
And for the dust to collect in your veins
This is for the celibate pedophile who keeps on struggling
For the poetry teachers and for the people who go on vacation alone
For the sweat that drips off of Mick Jaggers' singing lips
And for the shaking skirt on Tina Turner's shaking hips
For the heavens and for the hells through which Tina has lived
This is for the tired and for the dreamers
For those families that want to be like the Cleavers with perfectly made dinners
And songs like Wally and the Beaver
This is for the bigots, for the sexists, and for the killers
And for the big house pin sentenced cats becoming redeemers
And for the springtime that somehow seems to show up right after every single winter

This is for everyone of you
Make sure that by the time the fisherman returns you are gone
Because just like the days I burn at both ends
And every time I write, every time I open my eyes
I'm cutting out parts of myself simply to hand them over to you

So shake the dust
And take me with you when you do for none of this has ever been for me
All that pushes and pulls
And pushes and pulls
And pushes and pulls
It pushes for you
So, grab this world by its clothespins
And shake it out again and again
And jump on top and take it for a spin
And when you hop off shake it again
For this is yours, this is yours
Make my words worth it
Make this not just some poem that I write
Not just some poem like just another night that sits heavy above us all
Walk into it, breathe it in, let it crash through the halls of your arms
Like the millions of years of millions poets
Coursing like blood, pumping and pushing
Making you live, shaking the dust
So when the world knocks at your front door
Clutch the knob tightly and open on up
And run forward and far into its widespread, greeting arms
With your hands outstretched before you
Fingertips trembling, though they may be

- Anis Mojgani

Heres to the New Year

Here's to Yours
And Here's to Mine.
Here's to Those
Time's Left Behind.
Here's to the Now
And Here's to the Morrow.
Here's to Joy
To Hell with Sorrow.

I destroy homes, tear families... apart - take your children, and that's just the start.
I'm more costly than diamonds, more costly than gold - the sorrow I bring is a sight to behold.
And if you need me, remember I'm easily found.
I live all around you, in schools and in town.
I live with the rich, I live with the poor, I live down the street, and maybe next door.
My power is awesome - try me you'll see.
But if you do, you may never break free.
Just try me once and I might let you go, but try me twice, and I'll own your soul.
When I possess you, you'll steal and you'll lie.
You'll do what you have to just to get high.
The crimes you'll commit, for my narcotic charms, will be worth the pleasure you'll feel in your arms.
You'll lie to your mother; you'll steal from your dad.
When you see their tears, you should feel sad.
But you'll forget your morals and how you were raised.
I'll be your conscience, I'll teach you my ways.
I take kids from parents, and parents from kids, I turn people from God, and separate from friends.
I'll take everything from you, your looks and your pride, I'll be with you always, right by your side.
You'll give up everything - your family, your home, your friends, your money, then you'll be alone.
I'll take and I'll take, till you have nothing more to give.
When I'm finished with you you'll be lucky to live.
If you try me be warned this is no game.
If given the chance, I'll drive you insane.
I'll ravish your body, I'll control your mind.
I'll own you completely; your soul will be mine.
The nightmares I'll give you while lying in bed.
The voices you'll hear from inside your head.
The sweats, the shakes, the visions you'll see.
I want you to know, these are all gifts from me.
But then it's too late, and you'll know in your heart, that you are mine, and we shall not part.
You'll regret that you tried me, they always do.
But you came to me, not I to you.
You knew this would happen.
Many times you were told, but you challenged my power, and chose to be bold.
You could have said no, and just walked away.
If you could live that day over, now what would you say?
I'll be your master; you will be my slave.
I'll even go with you, when you go to your grave.
Now that you have met me, what will you do?
Will you try me or not?
Its all up to you.
I can bring you more misery than words can tell.
Come take my hand, let me lead you to hell.

-Samantha Reynolds