When Love Meets Destruction
I’ve written a lot over the years, but I only want you to see the best of it. This collection represents the first time in a long time I’ve felt truly proud of my work.
This is a small, intentional collection of my most significant work from the past few years. After a long period of creating, these are the only pieces I feel represent my true potential as a writer.
The inspiration for this series is a mosaic of influences: the raw, unvarnished love stories I’ve heard throughout my life, the prose that has shaped my thinking, and the music that provides the rhythm for my internal world. It is a study of the fine line between creation and collapse. I’ve spent years getting these right, and I’m finally ready to let them be read.
Free Birds
The Girl From The Woods
I see her only under the full moon's gleam,
When silver drips from skies through branches of a dream,
She walks so soft and silent, velvet in her stride,
Her eyes are like coffee dew that softly glints inside.
I do not follow, fearing dreams may tear apart,
I stay with a burning heart and wonder in my heart,
She fades among the leaves, like wind that can't be seen,
Yet in the next night's sleep she comes, a quiet sheen,
With tears upon her cheeks, her trembling voice replies:
"Come back, my love, beneath the moon that burns the skies."
I return to the secret wood as moonlight starts to rise,
And even stars seem still, suspending time and skies,
She gently takes my wrist with hands made out of a dream,
And in our dance, all time dissolves into the unseen.
A sacred music pours itself on us alone,
The universe's harp that sings without a tone,
Beneath the pulsing stars in silver flights above,
The night becomes the altar of our early love,
Then fades again, like dew before the morning's breath,
Leaving in me the ache and mark of fragile depth.
In dreams, she comes once more, her voice a flute so low,
She says she loves me, eyes like darkened grounds of woe,
"Please, my beloved, come to me just once again,
Beneath the moon that pours its light like gentle rain."
I heed the tender call, the forest waits once more,
She comes and holds me close, my heart begins to soar,
We dance through silver groves with living lunar flowers,
And in her eyes I read what's lost to waking hours,
Then with a single glance, we kiss among the stars,
The heavens smile wide, the constellations stir afar.
A flame is born in us with every passing breath,
My heart alive, the world undone, dissolved in death,
For all beyond us turns to vapor, pale and thin,
When I am with her, love is heaven without sin.
She fades again, yet leaves a pathway through the dream:
"Come if you can, one final meeting by the stream."
I swear I will return, I carry still my vow,
Beneath the moon, through trees, I hear its boiling now,
For all that I have been grows cleaner, clearer too,
When I am with her, under skies forever true.
And then the secret hour, the final calling comes,
She waits for me in river-light, a feast where silence hums,
She dances bare, wrapped only in the mist's embrace,
My heart stands still beneath her spellbound, flowing grace.
We kiss within the night on water's cooling skin,
With whispers reaching gates where distant stars begin,
We touch with passion deep, our souls start to rise,
Desire runs on bodies like white and living light,
And midnight pours like wine within a sacred chalice wide,
We make our love with heaven standing as our guide.
I look toward distant shores, a longing for the past,
But she holds tight, her eyes like droughted mirrors cast,
"Please do not go back now, remain forever here,
You are the fire I lacked, the love I held most dear."
I feel an anchor tear itself from deep inside,
All ties that bound my soul now turn both true and wise,
I take her hand so softly, and we rise through stars,
We kiss the universe with tears that leave their scars,
We lift toward endless skies in timeless, mortal flight,
Leaving behind the world and that first trembling night.
Now, at each full moon rising in the forest deep,
Two lovers can be seen where measured laws don't keep,
Among night-blooming flowers and the whispering wind's sigh,
They touch with burning bodies, with souls that never die.
Those who behold them say love lives beyond all breath,
Those who choose each other can't be torn by death,
They laugh, they dance, they sing beneath the silent stars,
The forest guards the secret deep in unseen scars,
And those who watch with hearts made pure and gently stirred,
May see them flying through the night, love undeterred.
Angel Of Darkness
Upon the old pier, beneath a starless sky,
An angel walked from heavy shadows born nearby,
With wings of ash, with eyes like fire gone cold,
A servant of death, subdued, silent, and old.
He carried the hush of an open grave's sigh,
He came to collect souls that no longer try.
But this frozen night was shaped otherwise,
When he saw a girl with tears in her eyes,
Leaning on iron rails, staring into the sea,
Whispering softly, "I wish I could leave... just be free."
Her whisper dissolved in the breath of the tide,
The angel stood still, his old laws denied,
His being of order and cold ancient rule
Shook for a moment, uneasy, untrue.
She did not seem like a shadow to fade,
So night itself answered the sorrow she prayed.
From darkness ran forth a trembling small soul,
A stray little dog fleeing terror's control,
It nearly fell screaming into the foam,
But her hand reached out and pulled life back home.
She held him close, pressed tight to her chest,
While tears still quivered, refusing their rest.
"Who sent you to me?" she whispered in pain,
"An angel who stopped me from death's dark domain..."
The angel in shadow, upon the hard stone,
Felt something crack that he had never known.
A foreign ache, a tremor untrue,
Igniting a corner, his heart never grew.
He spoke not a word; he guarded her way,
Watched her put life back on gently, to stay.
At dawn the next morning, behind the field's line,
She walked with a soft step, her smile resigned.
The angel, still testing the sign he could cast,
Released a dark spell from the weight of the past.
From springtime flowers grew thorns filled with spite,
And weeds rose in spirals of torment and blight.
She gazed at the soil like a wounded child,
Knelt down with bleeding hands, tender and mild,
She pulled every root with her eyes toward the sky,
Her soul was full of light as her blood passed by.
Her blood flowed freely, yet she did not flee,
She cleansed the wide field, a cross on her body.
In awe, the angel lifted a silent command,
The thorns dried to dust, all evil unmanned.
She sighed with relief, her gaze turned above,
"Heavenly Father, thank You for the angel I love."
And in that iron-caged heart deep in the shade,
The fracture burned wider, aching, afraid.
He did not fall apart, remained in the night,
His eyes fixed upon her retreating light.
Later that day, in the warmth of the plain,
She walked with the dog, resting cool from the pain,
With flowers in her hair, and peace in her mind,
When a black hungry pack burst out from behind.
She froze in her tracks, but he stepped into flame,
Between beast and the life he had sworn to reclaim.
A fire erupted from deep in his core,
The dogs fled like lightning, ash on the floor.
She fell to her knees, her voice like a prayer,
"Thank You, my God, for the angel still there."
Then cracks spread wide on his shadowed skin,
Like rivers of fire carving deep within.
Something new burned, secret and wild,
Not born of death, but of love undefiled.
But mercy was brief, and fate did not wait,
The next day, death came, exacting its weight.
Her grandfather passed, his soul torn away,
The angel guided him through heaven's grey,
Yet saw the girl running, beneath broken skies,
Toward the pier where her darkest thoughts used to rise.
The old soul knelt down at the angel's feet,
"Save her, dear being... she is my heartbeat."
Between both the worlds, with wings torn and thin,
He leapt as she threw herself down to the spin.
He caught her in falling, held her tight to his chest,
They sank into the water, but she still had breath.
He bent the cold waves so they would not harm,
Nor smash her on stone nor altar nor arm.
He laid her on shore, the sand warm and kind,
While night itself trembled, afraid for his mind.
The darkness inside him broke into flame,
A fire from above burned wings into the name.
He prayed to the heavens, "O Lord, grant me grace,
Give her life, give her sun, erase every trace."
And God answered softly from shadow and light:
"If you wish her to live, give up what is right."
The angel released his eternal breath,
Became flesh from longing, from struggle, from death.
He watched her at dawn as her soft eyes unclosed,
Smiling through sighs like two springs interposed.
"I felt you beside me," she whispered in truth,
"I knew you were there, though hidden from view.
When the dog cried in arms, when the flowers drew blood,
When the beasts ran in terror, you stood where you could."
"I love you," she said, and he, born into skin,
Touched her warm cheek with hands trembling within.
From death he became man, from fire reborn,
Love was his heaven, his prayer, his dawn.
And now, at full moon, on the brightened pier,
An angel and a sin dance hand in hand, clear.
Adam and Eve
Look into my eyes, that's where the vow is sworn,
To love you till the sky is burned and torn,
To stay beside you, like the wind, the word,
To keep your cheek still warm when all says goodbye, unheard.
Your blushing cheeks are altars of my breath,
Your lips are stars that burn my endless depths,
I'd hold you in the hour Apocalypse arrives,
And never let you go, not even if hell thrives.
And if the moon should melt in midnight's core,
And stars collapse in swarms upon our shore,
I'd be your living shelter, light in every deed,
I'd hold you like a ray wrapped in my leaf-thin need.
When skies would shatter into blinding shards,
I'd shield you with my body, soul, and heart,
You'd rest within my arms like a diamond in the sun,
And in the world's chaos, you'd be my only one.
If fire should fall from heaven, heavy, wide,
We'd run together toward the deepest side,
I'd cover up your eyes with palms like stars,
And burn in joy, as long as you are ours.
My ashes would embrace you, silent, warm,
We'd be a blazing prayer beneath the final storm,
And though the world were shattered, torn apart,
Our love would stand, the final answer of the heart.
If clouds should pour their poison on the land,
And air turns venom in each breathless strand,
I'd give you my last mask, without a name,
And breathe in love till silence seals the flame.
I'd tell you I'm not afraid, that you suffice,
That death holds no more terror at your side,
We'd hold hands even if we were to be
The final two who die, yet share the light in free.
If oceans rose in fury from the shore,
To swallow all that ever lived before,
I'd lift you on my shoulders like a chosen god,
And walk through waves, through thunder, through the odd.
And if the tide would drag us to the deep,
I'd kiss your eyelids till the final sleep,
So you would know your love was never caged,
That we died loving, and in death, still stayed.
If skies burst open, raining meteors,
And earth cracked wide with hellish roars,
I'd be your living shield in rushing sound,
Your warm armor when worlds fall to the ground.
I'd cover up your heart with a stone-made chest,
Take every blow in silence, at my best,
For you, my love, is my last homeland true,
And in your arms... I could die smiling through.
If volcanoes hurled their embers high,
And sin-lit fires consumed the sky,
I'd make love to you beneath that burning dome,
So you'd know you were loved by all I own.
We'd burn together in the lava's wave,
Your chest on mine, your eyes with tears engraved,
And even if the fire were to end us fast,
We'd be a poem in flames, forbidden, vast.
If Earth were shattered into broken stone,
And the planet lost its voice, its tone,
I'd knot my arms around you tight,
And drift through space, alone, in endless night.
I'd wander stars with you held to my chest,
We'd be the gentle comet of another nest,
We'd sleep in rings of ice and silent time,
Loved by the universe, without a line.
If time itself should freeze and still the air,
I'd give you such a burning kiss, so rare,
That in your frozen heart, you'd feel life rise
Like holy fire with sacred roots and ties.
I'd walk through seconds locked in silent chains,
Write on your neck with lips: "stay, always, remain."
I'd shatter empty hourglasses apart,
Just to know you're beside my soul and heart.
If humankind fell into hate and beast,
And ended worlds by human hands unleashed,
I'd build you a shelter far from pain and scream,
With walls of love and angel-born dreams.
I'd light the night with stars for you alone,
Be your sacred fire when the world is stone,
So fear would never touch your living skin,
For our love is a fortress, not a sin.
And if we were the last two left alive,
Just you and I where burned skies still survive,
I'd be your Adam, nameless, stripped and true,
And you, my Eve, beginning, path, and clue.
We'd build a garden from surviving flowers,
And from the ruins raise our gentle towers,
Relearn love under newborn sunlight fair,
Be first again on earth reborn from prayer.
We'd play with clouds, laugh from the wounded land,
Dance barefoot through the rain of healing hands,
I'd place in your hair petals made of words,
And live each moment as a dreamed accord.
We'd reinvent the world from kisses slow,
From whispered vows and tender overflow,
Grow trees from ancient starts and broken seams,
And from sweet tears, infinite stars and dreams.
And no one, no one could ever stand our way,
Not the end, nor time, nor even God's delay,
For our love lives, celestial, profound,
I carry it forever in my blood, my ground.
You are my world's beginning and its end,
And if all falls apart, you still remain,
When I look into your eyes... I need no name,
Only you, and everlasting flame.
Death
She had no heart, but a frozen night,
Death, who weeps not, yet bears pain tight,
With steps wrapped in soot and whispered wind,
And evening blood dried on her ancient skin.
She sews her silence with needles of bone,
And swings her thoughts in circles alone,
She does not reap lives; she clothes them in forgetting,
And lulls them on lips, with bitter whispering.
The firstborn, ripped from Lucifer's side,
Was the breath of sin that silently cried,
His eyes were flames that gave no light,
And his words would bite, a sword awake in the night.
Born of sin, with thorns beneath his skin,
His kiss would burn, where stars should have been,
He walked barefoot on paths of dried bone,
And laughed when life said forgiveness had grown.
The second... not born, but found,
At the border of heaven, abandoned, unbound,
A shattered angel, a demon incomplete,
In Death's womb, like a dream denied, replete.
He was the silence between two curses,
A child wrapped in loneliness, in dark disperses,
No one wanted him, no one asked why,
Death took him close, saying, "He is my sigh."
She loved them in silence, with a foaming love,
That bleeds eternally, yet is never enough,
She rocked them through ruins and smoke,
Gave empty tears, and words like choking oak.
Fed them dreams of fallen ash,
With songs extinguished in the silent night's lash,
And in her chest beat a broken clock,
Two ticking hearts, one alive, one in shock.
When the sky cracked, and flames fell down,
Armageddon came, no God, no crown,
The earth moaned with fractured stone teeth,
And all that was turned to mute, sacred grief.
The stars screamed until they died in themselves,
And Death watched, with no tears, no shelves,
It was the end of all, but not of sorrow,
For what mother can bury both sons tomorrow?
The son from Hell smiled in rising fire,
Descended with his father to caves of quiet dire,
Left behind the smell of betrayal's mark,
And embers of footsteps on a mother's heart.
Blood and fire called him near,
But in his eyes a memory burned clear,
He had been loved, yet chose decay,
And laughed, watching hope, wounds, and raiment fray.
The stranger son, with wings broken at dawn,
Rose up, yet wept across the skies withdrawn,
Heaven received him, placed him in a corner,
Far from grace, from desires he did garner.
No song in Paradise was written for him,
Only gentle silences, and an abyssal whim,
He turned once and cried, "Mother!"
But she was already lost between wound and fear's cover.
Death remained, torn in two, between realms,
With fingers aflame, and lips of smoke at the helm,
She could not choose, for each was a wound,
And their blood flowed from a heart marooned.
Heaven rejected her, Hell desired,
Yet neither knew the longing that inspired,
A mother divided, a being without tomb,
Floating between verdict and unholy doom.
Now she walks, a mother without land,
Between prayer and azure, between scream and band,
With empty eyes and a soul torn apart,
No one calls her, no one sings to her heart.
She always returns where her sons have gone,
Seeks in shadows that are not yet withdrawn,
But their voices are silenced, and their steps are ash,
And she is the pain that never will pass.
She no longer takes lives; she only keeps,
In ice-filled coffins, in the heaviest sleeps,
And searches for her sons in every shadowed longing,
But the world has ended, leaving only... Dawning.
A dawn that births a new suffering,
When there is no more death, only being,
A mother forgotten, between white and coal,
Praying quietly, to be overlooked even... by the whole world.
Death Is In Love With Us
In the night when the sky broke down in sighs of lead,
I felt your soul fly silent, where no path ever led,
And in that single moment I knew, sharp and exact,
Our love had been a sin, a beautifully cursed pact.
A trap sewn by jealous gods from abysses soaked in blood,
While under your closed eyelids, sleep flowed like an endless flood.
Your hand lay cold, still holding our wounded dream's shape,
And my heart tore itself free, still fighting fate, trying to escape.
For death, my love, had whispered softly, calling you her own,
She loved you like a mother and claimed you, flesh and bone.
You left behind a chaos in me, screaming without rest,
A wasteland where my cry is ash, an echo in my chest.
In every corner of this room, I feel you breathe in shade,
Your gentle steps pass through the walls, inside my silence lies.
I heard your voice rise from the grave, a trembling, broken plea,
You begged me to come touch you once, to share eternity.
You said it's cold below, a night without one star in sight,
That endless time without me scares you, and you called my name each night.
I walked into your funeral like I was not alive,
With burning eyes and shaking hands around one fragile drive.
I saw your face, so closed, so calm, as if you only slept,
And wished to die right then and there, to fall where you were kept.
The bells were beating iron hearts, cruel, heavy, slow,
And I was breaking piece by piece, where endless tears wouldn't flow.
You left, yet are not completely gone. I feel you in my skin,
A gentle ghost that looks for me, that calls me from within.
I came back to our home, but found just echoes, dust, and fire,
Shadows on the walls were dancing in my newborn pyre.
And then I knew what must be done, to burn, to burn for you,
To set my body into flame and rise in smoke, that's true.
I wrote in blood upon the wall, "Soul, lead me where you fled,"
Then lit the wood of all my pain, and heard the fire's hymn spread.
I felt the sorrow fade away, the flames were soft, kind, warm,
As I saw you with open arms, coming to take my form.
And if death wanted us to be her lovers, dark and bound,
Then let us be just flame and ash in one embraced grave, unfound.
Let us dance through nothingness where time no longer reigns,
Where our cursed love stays endless, carved in smoke, in the night, in chains.
Her Eyes / Shattered Stars
She gazed at the sky at night, silent and upright,
With eyes that held an entire galaxy in their light.
She felt constellations grow within her chest,
And revelations rain softly across her soul's rest.
She knew a few stars by name, whispered them low,
Like friends who had never chosen to go.
In every glimmer, she saw a spark of hope,
In every pulse, a waiting, a life to cope.
The colors of the sky were never just blue,
But thousands of shades, some cold, some true.
She saw the green of young, sprightly stars,
And the red of those mourning memories afar.
In the thick darkness, she found hidden ways,
Like veins in the flesh of the universe's maze.
The world called her a dreamer, naive and small,
But she saw what their eyes refused to recall.
She longed to walk through swarms of distant light,
To step gently on the hearts of planets at night.
To touch Saturn's rings with a tender hand,
To weep quietly on Mars, where silent tears land.
She dreamed of losing herself in a nebula's swirl,
Becoming a shadow of a human in a chosen world.
She wanted to understand how a star is born,
And how another dies in quiet, forlorn.
She imagined how a supernova screams,
How a quasar spins in distant silent dreams.
How light bends in mirrors of nothing at all,
And how time itself fractures, frenetic and small.
She sought no fame, no mortal reward,
Only to feel the sky recognize and applaud.
To fly in the void, with no fear of death's flight,
Just her and the stars, in eternal night.
But she was only a girl in a dusty town,
With her eyes lost in a sky so vast and brown.
In her pocket, only dreams; in her soul, distance,
A heart full of longing, hope, and persistence.
People laughed, telling her she could not aspire,
That space was not meant for a dreamer's fire.
But each night, she lifted her gaze to the skies,
And the heavens answered back with memory's ties.
She felt her smallness, a stone on her chest,
A thought that she was tiny and time would test.
That she had no wings to traverse the vast,
That she was only mortal, bound to her past.
Yet even so, in her fragile bones,
Flowed a blood that craved gravities unknown.
A molecule of a human, a dream among stars,
Crying to the chaos, "I too am of theirs!"
And even if the sky never answers at all,
She loves it silently, body and soul.
When the world fades, and dreams disappear,
She remains a girl, looking skyward, sincere.
A point of light in the heavy night,
A nameless star that mirrors her own quiet might.
And perhaps, when death erases her being,
A star will shine, carrying the wish she's seeing.
For You/Much Love
I feel, with every passing day, more gone,
Bare steps I take through the dust of time withdrawn,
Like burned old icons choked in smoke and flame,
A posthumous smile was carved upon my face.
I do not wish, my brothers, to bring pain,
I only want my verses lit in flame.
And when I fall, my soul still burning bright,
Know I remain in you, unfinished, light.
I miss those nights when my mother used to call
Us from our games back home, both short and tall.
Around the table warm, we sang as one,
While father smiled when wrong notes came undone.
Our words would stretch like clouds at the break of day,
Painted by trembling voices on their way,
Each single note would bind us, tight and true,
A blessed curse that time could not undo.
My little sister, angel-eyed and clear,
You were my endless sky when nights drew near.
When I was lost within my first dark rain,
I heard your call; it pulled me back from pain.
With a broken voice, you whispered through my fear
To turn back from that starving road so near.
And in your silent arms you welcomed me,
As if I never left, not even briefly.
And you, my brother, rock beneath the sky,
You were my light when truth was cast in lead.
When everything collapsed, and I stood still,
You found me there and loved me broken-willed.
You placed a silent clock into my hand,
And told me time itself still firmly stands.
You raised me up without a spoken vow,
Your gaze alone became my oath somehow.
Together we grew up from wounds and dreams,
Through screams, through longing, through abyssal seams.
We fought like storms that split the open sky,
Yet mother always healed us, you and I.
The house was left with shadows and with grace,
And countless silent calls on every face.
For blood that runs in us through ancient years
Bound us through fire and rain, through cures and tears.
But now I feel death's claw upon my chest,
My soul is stretching, fighting for its breath.
I do not know how much remains of me,
Yet I don't want my leaving feared to be.
Just know this truth: I loved you far too much,
With desperate fire, with brutal, aching touch.
And if tomorrow I am gone from sight,
Live on for me, my siblings, live in light.
I'll be with you inside our childhood home,
Within the old wood where our words still roam.
Inside the song, we used to hum so low
When we believed we'd someday learn to fly.
In autumn steps, in dawns that softly fade,
In heavy walks, in laughter unafraid.
I'll be there, whispering warm inside your mind,
A gentle silence, fluttering, kind.
Keep me within the endless book we wrote,
Where we both cried and loved in every note.
Inside the coat that still remembers home,
Of kisses, longing, scents we've never lost.
When life breaks again beneath your feet,
Say my name softly in your hour of need.
For every prayer, every vow you send,
I'll be there still, perhaps more gentle then.
And in the end, when bells begin to cry,
When heaven groans with hollow, broken chimes,
Do not bow down in sorrow or in dread,
One does not die from silence, not from rest.
We die only when no one ever loved,
When siblings drift apart beyond their blood.
But you are my eternal altar true,
And in your hearts, I'll never be unglued.
I carry you, saints of my wounded heart,
You were my sacred rocks from the very start.
My brother dear, my sister soft and bright,
Within you burns my shattered heart's last light.
I swear I love you with my whole, entire soul,
Though suffering still claims its heavy toll.
Upon the road that never leads me back,
Do not forget I loved you, blazing, black.
Upon your shoulders I laid silent pain,
When I was mute, you spoke for me again.
You knew something inside me slowly broke,
Yet you were sky and deep blue seas unspoke.
And though the end draws near like wedding vows
With death that calls me cruelly night and day,
Stay close to me when final threads give way,
For without you, all life would fade away.
I know I will not cross that bridge ahead,
Nor find cold light beyond what waits instead.
But let me feel your palms upon my brow,
So I won't be lost among the dead somehow.
Let your faces be my final icon shown,
Let my heart sing: "I still have both at home."
And when I fade forever from this breath,
Just whisper: "Stay in us, within our chests."
And even if I close this bleeding book,
I leave my final tear on every page you look.
Know every holy smile you ever gave
Was balm and dream and vow that helped me stay.
I would not have endured until this night
Had you not been my torches into light.
And if I ever hurt you, forgive my sin,
Keep me inside your hearts, I'm yours, within.
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