I write poetry, yes. Some of it is kinda dark and weird, and some of it isn't. Either way, I hope you guys like it.

Bleached November

The colors of a bleached November

 In an abandoned parking lot 

Washed away against a scarlet sunset. 

The snow drifted gently, the wind whistled, 

Softly rocking the earth to sleep,

 And the day was burning out 

Against a bleached, white landscape, 

The sound of a song echoed for miles out there,

 With the open sky and crisp ice and snow.

 The beauty of the world silenced me, 

And it seemed that the snow muffled everything.

 There was a peaceful stillness in the air.

 Winter had fallen,

 And the cold had starched the world,

 Taken the freedom of daisies and greens

 And replaced it with the bitter loving of ice. 

I don't believe in God.

 I believe in people's inner demons, 

And I believe in love.

 I believe in music and in ice, 

And I believe that demons,

 Love, music, and ice make life.

 And that the ice makes us realize

 What we need when it starves us out. 

We have an insatiable thirst for love

 That is never quenched.

 Music is the sound of the soul, 

And demons are the evil inside. 

And I believe that everything was hanging there, 

In that one moment of crimson sky

 And white ice and song and soul

And a thousand new beginnings 

At the end of the night.

 And still in my memory,

 The crimson hangs above the snow

 Like blood on an angel's wing.

Focus

You focused on the black and white of the keys

I focused on the sound of notes

Dancing through the air, creating a storm, only to finally
rest

Making up the shape of your face.

You focused on the movements of your fingers

I focused on the curve of your brow,

The soft shape of your eyelids, the way the corners of your
mouth

Ever so slightly slanted upwards into a soft smile.

You focused on the rhythm driven into your skull

I focused on memorizing you,

Every single detail; your eyes, your freckles, the way your
hair

Curls down to rest just above your eyelashes.

You focused on the shape of the notes

I focused on the way you danced so slightly

Shifting from side to side, rocking yourself gently,
something so small

You’d have to be in love to notice it.

You focused on the feeling in the room,

I focused on the memories of your heartbeat

The way I could feel you breathing only the day before, the
soft memory

Of your lips against mine.

So my love, as you focused on the music,

I focused on you. I focused on your life,

And to answer your question, yes. You help my life more

Than you will ever truly understand.

And my love, while you were focused on the music,

I couldn’t help but noticing the way

Your eyes seemed to be closed as you played, even though I
knew

They were wide open, concentrating.

Oh, my love, in those few moments of focus,

With your closed eyes and half smile and beautiful

Soul, you completely completed me. You were what I focused
on

Because there was nothing that could compare.

Screaming

Death has eyes of flesh and stone

His lips made of blood and bone

He sits next to me as I cry

As though he knows I cannot die

Death lies in words unspoken

Followed by your spell, unbroken

Every color drained away

Your stone heart lasts another day

Death is barren and cold

Stealing souls of the young and old

And as I lie here bleeding

I wonder if his presence is misleading

Death is inside of me

The demons I will not set free

He lurks in the shadows of my skin

Hoping I will let you in

Death is inside of you

Hoping to get you angry, too

He wants to tear me limb from limb

To fill his cup of blood to the brim

Death steals the night

The screaming souls that put up a fight

I am Death, and I am all around

But your soul doesn’t make a sound.

Broken Promises

How do you tell someone

That you broke your promise?

How you’d pushed and

That you’d drawn against skin?

Who do you tell that you cried

When you were all alone?

Who do you go to for help

When you’re torn beyond repair?

Why do they let you cry,

If they know you’re dying?

Whey does the sun still shine,

If we’re all still cloaked in grey?

‘Cause silence is full

And words are empty

Silence is the pain

And words are the knives.

A Midnight Conversation

Deeply felt words

Drifting off into the night

Openly communicating

My heart poured out to you

A promise of forever

Describing words held back

For far too long

I'd always wanted to say

Just how much I love you

In the gray-blue light 

Of early dawn, still awake, 

Alone this morning, and

Yet never again alone.

I realized that the moment

I gave up hope, gave up caring...

I found everything

I have always been looking for.

As I revealed to you

That which was written

In my heart

Both fear and calm 

Overcame my mind. 

I had to let you know

How I crave that someday,

That all my future hopes

Rest in those gray blue dawns.

The morning light stroked my face,

A touch as gentle as your own. 

The sweet melody of you

The only song in my head.

I will hold forever

The secrets of your heart.

I would love to be yours

And have you be mine

Until the day my heart stops.

I love you

With all that I am 

And all that I will ever be

And I hope that you know 

You mean everything to me.

How I See You

I don't expect

For you to see

The way

I

See you. 

But you're my 

Heartbeat,

Something I 

Will

ALWAYS need.

You're the autumn

Breeze, never-ending

Beam of summer

That I will 

Always 

Cling to. 

You're the first 

Ray of spring after

A bleached winter,

A symbol of new

Love.

You're my country

Gentleman, my

Rebellious best friend,

You're my hope, my

Beautiful redemption.

But overall... You are 

YOU.