a pit of nowhere

A PiT oF
nOwHeRe.
++++++++

Her eyes were
Tombstones with
AnGeLs
in Them.

Trying to
break through
the

WindoW of
HeR
pRiSoN sTaRe.

and
mine were
graveyards full
of
MeN!

(Who were
banished into
nOwHeRe.)

+

The Purgatory
where
we met,

was
full of stars
that
never shined.

A
Hell which
made

The ANgels
sweat!

(and drove
God out of
His Mind.)

+

We make
the
Most Imperfect
Pair,

(but it works
well
for us none-
the-less.)

with HeR
the goddess
of
Despair!!

(and I
The Devil
in
Distress.)

+

Her heart
is
a thanks
for
nothing
card

written
to
Me,

trying to
cause
a
stir or scare.

Mine?

a thing
to
thus discard!!

(to that
endless pit
of
Nowhere.)

j.stephen.h.

from my heads unending grave

from my heads
unending grave.
+++++++++++++


Her eyes were
tombstones
with angels in them,


breaking 

through
the
Window
of her
Prison Stare.

Mine?..

Dead Wardens
who
condemn!

(The Soul with
but
A Glare.)


+

She asked me
what
I Felt For Her,

with
wanting in her
Voice;

I replied:

"you are
the Universe!!"

(yet
Love was Not
Our
Choice.)

+

Her Angels
became
Mad Devils
then,

(who
made my
Heart
a Slave.)

and
I learned to
oddly

Cherish
them!!

(from
My Heads'
Un-ending
Grave.)

j.stephen.h.

• 
  

Where angel stones once proudly stood

Where angel stones
Once proudly stood.
+++++++++++++

Digging deeply
into
my self.

The shovel broke
after
Hitting My HearT.

Then melted due
to
inner Hells.

(from which
I
can't depart.)

+

Laughter
echoed
through inner
Gardens,

Where Angel
Stones
Once proudly
stood,..

till replaced
By
Fate which
never pardons!!

(My soul from
This Desolate Wood.)

+

Older now I
Dig
No more,

In Mental graves
so
Rift with Bones,

that I could fill
up
Countless Shores!

(and never stifle
Heavens Groans.)

remember me nots

remember me nots.
+++++++++++++

she threw down the
fresh
bouquet
of
"Remember-Me-Nots"
and
pranced away in rage,

muttering the usual
curses
she mutters whenever
i
piss her off more intensely
than
what is our usual.

"love you too dear."
i
say laughing.

crying and dying
inside
and terrified the
muses
might catch on and
somehow
ruin the love i've
battled
in my heart so long.

+

a
few hours later she
comes
storming into the kitchen,
walks
directly up to me, and
slaps
me hard in the face,

before
kissing me long and
hard
with a fervent passion
the
greatest of  actors
(god)
could never hope to fake.

+

shortly after,

we both stare into the
absence
of each others eyes for
several
eternal seconds till
our
reverie is broken by
her smile.

"how could i ever
forget
an asshole like you?"
she
asks laughing the biggest
tears
i've ever seen.

then she takes my hand,
and
leads me slowly to our
room.

(isn't "love" grand?)

j.s.h.

passion's lonely plea

She felt like
gravity in
Her Silence;

unmoved by
Passion's Lonely
Plea.

head
navigating
Seas
of
Violence!!!

( but she always
swims
back to me.)

The cutter second version

When I asked her
to
Teach me how to
feel,

She pulled out
a
Blade
And Cut Me;

In order
to best
illustrate
the

importance
of
Learning
The Hard Part
first..

with 
love comparable
to a lonely
desert,

where life
feeds you sand

to quench your
thirst!!

seeking an adjective

seeking an adjective.
+++++++++++++

i'm
sorry love...

but
there's no adjective
for
You.

they
all
stopped
dead in their
tracks,

or fled from the
slightest
echo of Your Beauty's
Endless Grace.

and I wouldn't
waste a moment
of

Our Love
seeking such
adjectives!

(With Our
Hearts
Content On
Verbs.)

j.s.h.