See my soul bleed out of me..

These.. are the pieces of my Soul.. broken.. and mended.. but ever still in ruins..

"But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly, because you tread on my dreams." ~ W. B. Yeats ~

Favorite prose

• A missing person •
• Pooling •
• Waiting for... •
• Blurred Vision •
• More Attractive •
• Can't find my voice •
• Forgive me Master.. •
• Let's work... •
• Lesbian Encounters.. •
• Scarlet Reflections •
• Innocence •
• Out in the Rain •
• Agraphia •
• Secret to... •
• Perfect night’s sleep •

close your eyes.
slip your tiny fingers
in between mine.
it still makes me shiver
every single time.
• A Quiet Boy •

This heart still believes that love and mercy still exist. But....
It's like whispering a prayer in the fury of a storm.
I still believe one day ill find another. But....
It's like trying to stop a fire with the moisture of a kiss.
• Gilberto •

for every breath that i exhaled
you took less then half
smiling at the way i looked
as you lied on my lap
then i woke up screaming
and i couldn't take it back.
• A Quiet Boy •

Love me or hate me.
You will never
Never
Break me…
• Gilberto •

for it's in you
to choose
to believe in yourself
and believe you are loved
more than anything else
• Candora •

• Dreams Are No Consolation •

Look here muse... see what poison you have brought from me

These nights of sleepless dreaming

Why must you torment reality? What has it ever done to you?

I sot your comforting rhythm.. but instead I was left tossing and turning in deadened wakefulness

with only an abundence of salty tears for my parched throat

I dreamed a dream last night
Laid down in arms of spirited sleep
And looked deep into eyes of imagination
I held that dream last night
Hugged him close as I warmed my pillow
The length of his body teasing my own
I kissed the dream last night
Tasted the tongue of my deepest desire
Solid flesh caressing my lust-laden body
I made love to this dream last night
Felt the filling stroke of hardened resolve
Yearning floods throbbing in liquid release
I lived my dream last night
Enmeshed within a kindred spirit
Contentment rushing over my existence
But I cried over that same dream last night
When I found that it was just in my head

Forever • Broken

Pieces scattered to the darkness

Leave something of yourself in my book
(if you'd like)

I'm gonna smile my best smile.
I'm gonna laugh like it's going out of style.
Look into her eyes and pray, that she don`t see...
That learning to live again, is killing me....
• Garth Brooks •

if time was a place we could travel through
I would find a way to return to you
just to let you know that I still care
and you are always welcome here
• Candora •

so let your pathos shine through your skin
let the wine trickle down your throat
stand up and be pursuaded that
the worlds still full of hope
• A Quiet Boy •

Favorite poems

• Remains •
• Grand Theft •
• Lazy Bastards •
• Realistic Blues •
• What I Know •
• Memory •
• Frustration •
• Observation •
• Change. Or. Die. •
• Dark Lyrics •
• Favorite Things •
• Sordid Wretch •
• Crying Cryptic copout •
• Couldn't help... •
• "Hello, this …" •
• Sleepy happy gooder •
• Cold Discourse •
• Everybody wonders •
• Numbing Thoughts •
• I cry out •
• Perfection •
• Forsaken •
• Can't be you •
• Lullabies •
• Inside and Out •
• It would be nice •
• Commentary •
• A single Tear •

"I turned to view my steps well worn, trails of mist in the naked eye. As exhaustion came one final fell, I enjoyed not wanting more."
• A. Noble •
for all the lost words
for all the missed romances
for all the masters
for all the unknown chances
I dedicate this one
to the song no one heard
and the writer not read
and every lost word
• Candora •
is a hopeful romantic
as hopeless as this
can the meaning of life
be found in a kiss
does nothing else matter
beyond sharing bliss
did you ever wonder
what you might miss
• Candora •
sometimes I just want someone save me
as if somebody really could
and sometimes I think
I'll believe it if they want me to
if only somebody would
• Candora •

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