Ink (The last phrase of this poem was based off a quote that I wrote. Actually, that's what the whole thing was based off of. Anyway, this is my first rhyming poem, so go easy. )

Words flow, practically emanating from my mind as I write
Each syllable as haunting as the next
With my pen scraping and my heart throbbing, I begin to lose sight
Of myself as I am caught in an endless smog that I have vexed

As I leave myself among the pages, my mind is filled
With the painful past I've kept between the cracks of my walled soul
Memories are revisited and fulfill their havoc on my heart that's been killed
By the very thing I write about--the man who blantantly stole

The innocence I once held within me that's now a seething vapor
The atmosphere is infused with my stifled cry
And as I trace my fingers over the ink on my paper
I remind myself that it's not half as dark as I

Frozen (Based of "Addiction", and a certain aspect of my life, which "Addiction" is essentially based off of.)

Time is a constant ebb and flow
A river of emotion and fulfillment
But he has isolated himself from it
He is overcome with an intense immunity to it
An iciness that has frozen him in one moment

All he can do is watch the world go by
While he lets an evilness have full dictation over his life
In every way
He is submissive to it
He let it capture him with its time-stopping claws

A pair of penitent eyes watch this
Mine
I want to dispel the barrier of imperviousness to the world
That he has been shrouded with
But he won’t let me
His heart cannot be kindled

So we live our separate lives
He dedicates his to something that will eventually destroy him
And like time
All I can do is pass him by

My Blackness (Based on events that inspired me to write "Addiction". I seem to like writing poems about that...)

I'm yearning
Hurting for escape
From this blackness
That has become an eternal part of my soul

My life now seems empty
A void that cannot be infused
Such a hole
I have come to loathe

For filling it is the only way
To alleviate my haunted soul
And to dispel the blackness

But it still lurks within me
Destroying my perspective
Obliviating me
I want to run
But I can't hide from something I created

Untitled (I haven't thought of a name yet, but this one is based off of InuYasha, and his decision between Kagome and Kikyou.)

I'm torn
Driven into a corner
By one soul
Which has caused my disposition
And has invoked pure apprehension

A choice
Of life or death
I have no haven
There is no room to reconcile

My internal battle
An endless dance of confusion
Though others seem to flaunt the conspicuous
The answer to end this war
Remains inexplicable to me

I force myself to dispel their interferences
For it is only mine
My love
My life
My heart
My decision

My Angel (This poem can also be found in my fanfic, "Responsibilities that turn into Gifts".)

Three words
Refrained from escaping my lips
I now have the audacity to say them
For you infuse my soul
For your heart is refuge for mine
My oasis

This ineffable feeling
So sublime
I was incredulous of it
Then you
Were so graciously sent from the heavens

To heal
My disheveled heart
To instill
A reflection
Of hope and trust
In my blinded eyes

This is my creed
I love you
My angel

Unsuspected Crime (Based off a book I wrote.)

Constant lassitude
From sleepless nights spent reminiscing
About past events
Which engulf your tainted soul

In a sea of worry
You try to tuck away
Your disheveled thoughts
For in the corner of your heart
Under lock and key

You hold a secret
A secret that haunts your heart
And mind
That causes your isolation

It instills in your head
A feeling of guilt
For your penitent deed
Has brought tears
And misery

And though you are not the conspicuous suspect
You still feel
Strong trepidation

Painful Salvation

Pain courses slowly through my body,
Like a deadly virus
Killing me in a searing harmony of cries

How is it that I lose myself to this pain,
Unable to resist the sweet temptation of relief?
My heart yearns for simple redemption,
But my mind revels in a darker fate

It tells me—its voice hypnotic and droning—that I should run
I should fall into a separate pain,
Sheltering myself from the first…
Yet somehow I find that discontent is quickly filling me
Because of my mind’s supposed sanctuary

My body and soul are now immune to the comfort
That was once offered
Instead I am infused only with my own cravings—my own urges

The once bright world has dimmed into a dull state,
One that I can’t imagine taking pleasure in,
But still, I find that I long for it
I want to be caught in the midst of that darkened place;
It is my haven—my addiction

Needles

My eyes are shrouded with a foreboding haze
My heart beats faster as something cuts through my gaze
Relief I find in the very thing I hate,
Calling me into this translucent, mindless state

I have no dictation over my numb body that is caught
By the tearing arms of the very thing I wish I had not sought
Hovering over myself like an apparition—a heeding ghost
I wonder how I've become such a thriving host

I watch as my skin is pierced, my flesh torn
My expression is distant and frozen, my eyes hard and forlorn
Grasping for my own hand that I cannot reach,
I begin to feel morbid, ill, paralyzed of speech

There is no salvation in my obscure path,
Only a dead end that I am quickly hitting with remorseful wrath
I have lost myself to it, trapped by the hinge
Of my meaningless existence, this bloody syringe

Lost

I can’t see you
Beaded sweat pours down my face,
Mimicking the coldness and eternity of death
The small light that embraces my room is fair,
One of nightmarish reveries and dim starlight
And I can’t see you

Is it fear that provokes my lurching heart?
Am I a victim to the constancy of your helplessness?
My darting eyes cannot adjust to the darkness
That I have created out of spite

I let anger take me in its arms,
Wrapping me in its hypnotic heat
Unable to face your mistakes as they reared before me,
I ran, letting them capture your pleading form
I ignored your voice—cast aside your calls

Guilt pulses, and your cries become mine
Yet silence is all that can be uttered
For within the tainted bindings of my crisis,
There is nothing that can be said

My breath whispers to me softly
As I realize that I am the one who is lost
I have fallen subject to this trepidation that surrounds me,
Letting myself push you away
And now I can’t see you