Wrote this one a few weeks ago.

Voice like april rain,
Eyes like the rushing sea,
How can sweetness be like pain?
As if this angel was meant for me.

Jeez. Why, everytime, does a song make me realise what I already know to be true?

Jeez. I feel like a cliche. Seriously. But when I was listening to Paramore's Hallalujah, I suddenly realised what I felt. Even though I didn't know who. Yeah. I am not in love, I don't think, more of a need. I need someone, and I don't even know who. I need someone to... I don't even know what. I'm longing for something I don't even know. The closest thing I can think of is... the feeling of redemtion. The feeling that I have been forgive, and that someone sees me for me, rather than the me I project. I guess, someone who sees below the surface. That is the closest I can verbalise. Words can't describe it, but I know what I mean. Its like... my soul, if you believe in such things, is longing more something it cannot verbalise, cannot describe, for someone who will see it as it is rather than the mask it wears. And, I have felt this for... 2 weeks, although I felt a shift in my soul for almost a year. Odd. But, here is where I go into hypothetical. On a slightly different topic. One of my... friends, I guess, whom I call fondly as Idiot or guitar-kid, is the kindest guy... no, thats too little, person I think I have ever met. And now I am confused. Because I think I am a bad person. And, lest say everyone is reborn, and their lives are shaped by their actions in their past lives. So, if I am a bad person, who has done bad things, why would I get to meet such a wholly good person? And I don't believe in 2nd chances- people never change- so that is why I am confused. I don't know. Ever since I have met him, among other friends, who are good, good people, I don't know. If karma exists, then why do I deserve this? I am not a good person, so why do I deserve to know good good people? Maybe this is my punishment. To be confused, and want what I never can have. Because, I am truly in Hell. The descent into Hell is easy.

On a lighter note.

The apocalypse is nigh,
And Jenny will die,
Forever more:
Down with the eternal bore.

Solitude

My heart gave one final stuttering cry,
While you walk on, not knowing,
That while you walk, while your eyes are dry,
The tears on mine are flowing.

Angelic

As my eyes drift heavenward,
I knew if you didn't love me I'd die.
So who do you love?
Not me. Not I.

Persecution

I will find you.
I will persecute you.
I will avenge myself.

Still a ghost,
Forever adrift,
Earth forever my host,
A paradoxical shift.

I will avenge,
After you slit my throat,
Still needing revenge,
My soul forever afloat.

I will doom you to my fate,
Soul forever trapped on earth,
But your screams are too late,
Your apology thus holds no worth.

Our Souls,
Forever together,
No controls,
Death's eternal tether.

The Lake [Decided to embellish on a previous poem and haiku]

A City of stars,
Right up in the sky,
White rays of light like bars,
The wind a gentle sigh.

The leaves brush across my skin,
The moon glowing like a ghost,
Night personified my kin,
The cold dark lake my host.

The moon hangs high,
Among a pool of ink,
that engulfs the starry sky,
each star a glowing wink.