"True Bliss"

Sometimes God tries to tear you apart from those who we try so separately to hold onto....and show you that even though someone may not be Perfect, their perfect for YOU.

Break in jump straight
Take it 'till my head shakes.
Talk tough talk street
Bring the skyline down to me.

Quake me, take my endless dreams
Don't stop, just wait the end we see
The day to dawn is everything but gone.

No end to these jubilant cries
wait as these feelings crash my skies.
Sink or swim we'll never beat
This thing called love no one can defeat.
Eyes that knew once knew my heart
But tear and rip my hope apart
Was you, I knew, my work of art.

Nothing's lost when it's the risk
of holding him with that single kiss.
Blinded courage and syncing miss
The chance to bring imminent bliss.

"Natural Sin?"...

This was written for my creative writing class in my junior year of high school. What could be more interesting than the seven deadly sins?...

Attractions rise from broken fate,

As wonder dreams

a murky slate.

Every step; an outstretched stride.

One who sways an exuberant pride.

Aqua blue and cerulean seas

Rippling down

a calming breeze.

The tempest spits; a raging scene.

Sands of time; now

envious green.

Godly eyes peering below,

Tainted deeds, rot

natures’ glow.

A careless turn, down wicked path,

Turtle doves fear Hell’s wrath.

A tearless cry soon growing weak

As forbidden dreams

soon do seek.

Feeling void; a growing plea,

Make one naive

Of gluttonous glee.

A thief of dreams or of the night

A fearful, sneaking,

eerie spite.

A dark abyss, of infinite need,

Of pure intend

and thoughts of greed.

A dwindling thought; a lacking dream

To drifting endless valley streams.

Soaring lonely, a moon lit moth.

Sleeps as if a lifeless sloth.

A steering crowd; a dazing kiss,

A simpering touch

Of tempted bliss.

A trap, a game, of distracted trust.

Of one so sly as secret lust. 

"Limited"...

Words fit to crash upon my mind's rampage...

No limits as a rainbow

No simple sunset

shades.

Whirls, twirls and colors

Flicked upon a wooden

bed.

Placed a top, the basics stand

As swirls intertwine and mix

together.

Fiery, spiked messes of shades

Dark, light, thick,

pale.

All shades made for any small

detail.

A clump here, a spot there

This massive collage of colors,

 stare.

Amber reds, woody greens, royal blues,

Mustard yellows and violets fit for any

king.

Blend as one wave

Of crashing

Bliss.