..not someone who shares the same passion, rather someone who understands the meaning of passion.

She spotted him from behind the glazed walls of contempt. Each gaze, each knowing look and kindled smile spurred searing hate and raw passion. She knew of what it would seem, what it would translate to yet she did not have what it took to stop. She dwell in sweet misery and misunderstood glances. She took what she could from it and threw away those that did not equate to anything significant in her reality. She knew it was a challenge, that his agenda was anything but clean.. and to that she will answer. Disdain will be cloaked in petulant wanting, apathy in innocence, and foreboding darkness in redemption. She hopes him to be an opponent worth fighting and a heart worth striking.. for loss without the infliction of pain will not bear a victory worth wanting.. and for her victory is all that has meaning

..And I love thee for night and day
For turmoil and pain
For lies said
For betrayal
Infinite misery and death


..And I love thee
For doubt and blame
For weakness and hate
For vows made
For foolishness
Undying torment and breath

If you really love her, you won't just love her in silence nor from afar. You will love her with every aching moment, you will love her with a passion and fury of a hurricane and you will untiringly profess your love at the very face of rejection and pain.

she stood in front of the mirror, awe-inspired with pain-- and she smiled, that sad smile of hers. Sorrow seized every part of her body yet her eyes still glowed with courage and hope. She appreciated "life" for everything that it was. She has learned to appreciate disappointments, lost joys and even misery. Sorrow has become her friend, her refuge and source of comfort. Happiness can not console her for she has learned that it is something to fear.

Sometimes I catch myself looking at me and most of the time I like what I see. But when I catch other people looking at me-- I hate what I think they see.

Turn II

Black and dismal her chamber
Hate and wrath her bed
Anger and fury her blanket
..and she slept

Then black turned gray
Hate into love
And anger to bliss
..she awoke

Gray shifted in disarray
Love brought pain
And bliss turned sour
..she wept

Blackness came as refuge
Hate he comfort
And anger her consolation
..and again she slept

Teach me.. Teach me that its okay to be weak sometimes, that I don't always have to be strong. Teach me that sometimes one needs to succumb to weakness to uncover the strength from within.


Teach me that emotions are not a sign of frailty but rather a courageous choice to open up to disappointment and pain.


Teach me that there is far greater strength and virtue in facing torment head on rather than avoiding it, that true strength lies in having bled and fought and lost.


Teach me that the true essence of strength is not in winning but in the constant effort to win despite the possibility of defeat.


Teach me to be weak.. so that I may become truly strong.

A Letter to the Unknown

Dear unfamiliar
I have sat quietly
In discontent
Drew ever so steadily
Each breath of lament
Hid amongst the shadows
Of dews and barren hollows
Shaded my eyes
From the outstretched moonlight
Kept to my slumber
Of peace, nights unnumbered


You stalked me
Deliberately drove me
Away from my jovial bleak
Of despair and gloomy air
You are a sight to be despised
Your joys, unnerving blur
Shall be my utter and ultimate demise
Flee from my presence
Haste, bring with you
Your sordid joy
Yo have wrecked 
My sweet melancholy toil
Imprudent amante, leave!

My Vengeance is Patient

Yes, look
With those unkind eyes
Shoot me disdain
Pure wretchedness.. take aim
..My vengeance is patient


Yes, speak
With that double-edged tongue
Deliver hateful verses
Raw abhorrence.. provoke my senses
..My vengeance is patient


Yes, toil
With those hate-heavy hands
Bring me misery
Sharp sorrow.. pain in symmetry
..My vengeance is patient


Yes, dream
With those horrid thoughts
Picture my demise
A dark ending.. eternal spite
..My vengeance is patient


But, remember this
Love defies time
Faith actualizes the impossible
Hope burns in the darkest of depths
And that..
My vengeance is patient.

Its a pity when things are left unsaid, for the value of words can and will never be determined by the speaker but the listening ear upon which they fall.

blackness swift
darkness light
whimpering, toiling
abysmal night
heed the plea
unending torrents
unwilling me
crying out to thee
tightly turning
beseeching, yearning