From Edgar Allen Poe to Shakespeare, I have always been in love with the romance of poetry and rich literature. Over the years I have written my own fair share of poetry and stories. Now, I desire to share some of it now that I am about to finish university. Here are a few poems I have written over the years since starting college. I hope you guys enjoy.

Essence of a Writer

These words which kiss the parchment
A window to my mind
Essence of my very soul
Emotion, you will find

Perceptions of the writer
Are what these rhythms are
The quill is but a key
To an ever guarded heart

Pray, think of the creator
Who's on the other side
For this is what she's feeling
And in these thoughts, abide

Eyes

Eyes are windows to the soul
To see our hearts, half or whole

Pierces masks, the soul can't hide

So all can see what's there, inside

Reflections of Imperfection

They mock me, they taunt me, those dictators of the mind

As I stand alone, trapped in a vision so endlessly confusing

Exhausted, beaten down by no one other than myself

One criticism equaling a million anchors in my soul

A kind acknowledgment, nothing more than a ghost

My own imagination or reality?

One can do a million things and never achieve perfection

And though this is part of my knowledge, the rest of myself has yet to believe it to be true...

Unnamed

Deep into her eyes, he looks
Deep into her soul
Holds her warm heart in his hands
His stands firm and cold

Sleeping in his arms, she lies
Gentle as a lamb
Dreams a future with her love
Destined to be damned

Deceit, hungry in his eyes
Words and actions play
Lustful vision staring down
Where his beauty lay

Turning cheek, she breathes a sigh
Jolts his fantasy
Smiling, turns her head once more
Never will she leave

Lips of sugar slightly part
Delicate and sweet
Bitter is his selfish smile
Kiss he longs to meet

Wakened now, she sees his face
Falsified by love
Angel-like does this fox seem
She is not enough

He is not looking for love
He's not after her
Her display, the only thing
Heightening his thirst

Her mouth shapes words; "I love you"
"I love you too", he says
But secretly, he's waiting
Wanting her; a sin

"Come and let us lay tonight"
Face and smile fall
Heart is shaken and surprised
This request is all

Nothing more she's wanted for
Just a pretty face
To use for the time being
Then leave without trace

Quick to rise, she turns away
Bidding him farewell
Frozen from his words, she knows
Better of herself

Glass like tears break on her cheeks
Time it is to part
She won't submit her virtue
She must protect her heart

Distant now, he calls to her
Spiteful and confused
Revealing his true nature
She was his to lose

Her Name Is Sorrow

By day, the goddess of solitude takes hold
By night, she lets me slumber
When daybreak comes she hovers closely above
Her eyes of cherry ember

A Cheshire grin deceives the minds of mortals
Subtle succubus, she is
With poison, her caress is sweet but blinding
Her lips, a brief, burning kiss

Face of harshest depth and alabaster stone
Body like a fading corpse
Nails are jagged slats of freshly sharpened blades
Never showing; her remorse

Her glance, though enticing, proves fatal when seen
She hides away until she strikes
Draining life from victims once weakness is known
Piercing hearts with sorrowed pikes

Once caught, morbid thoughts overtake the soul
The grip of sadness, so strong
Let not her trickery or gaze consume you
Absence of joy, eternally long

One Last Suitor

Ice falls upon the ground
As the lady weeps in agony
Still, no sound

Her cadaverous face; a bloodless shade
Under waves of chilling sea
To rest, she's laid

Honeysuckle hair, a dampened gold
Her chest, drowned in ice, bare
Onto her wounded heart she holds

And remembers with a heavy breath
A heartless beau
Twas careless, left

Skeletal fingers clutch a silver charm
Stone cold and empty
No longer filled and warm

His gift to her
The one gesture of love
Frozen, sinks into her breast and burns

Inadequate, this suitor was
Abandoning his lady's heart
With such diluted cause

Just as he deprived her face
Of its sweet, crimson color
Leaving a worn and tired trace

She inhales the piercing air
An invisible blade
Soothing to his lack of care

The needled chill
A dull, aching caress
Not a dagger of neglect, still

Making nature's blinded wrath
Appear to be a warm embrace
Opposed to a darkened, final path

Now, emotionless, she lies
Through fighting for a love
Which long ago, had died

Lips laced with royal blue
The prince-less maiden succumbs
To one more promising and true

Death approaches, takes the lady's hand
Softly wooing her with lullabies
The first to be a gentleman

Psalm of Remembrance

Like a rose rising up from the cracks in the concrete,

Is the beauty of your love amidst the chaos.

You pull me up out of the shadows,

And pluck me from the darkness.

Lord, you know my heart completely,

But still, I attempt to conceal my thoughts from you.

You know my sorrows well,

As my soul cries, shouting for salvation.

The criticism of the world is like glass, Piercing my ears, tearing through my heart.

How long until I turn to stone,

Or walk the final path?

Lord, I do not mean to make you cry,

For I know you feel the sadness with me.

But I feel the joy not for a moment,

As it sparks, only to be snuffed out before it becomes a flame.

Oh God, I am a porcelain doll,

Painted on the outside, empty and dark within.

But just before I fall and break,

You catch me in your palm.

I breathe in the light and out the darkness,

Refreshed, as your holy presence brings me peace.

It is your perfection I desire, your love I long for,

As others let me down and I fall short of my own expectations.

Release me from the bonds of my own temptation,

For I grow tired of this temporary bliss.

Let now my stagnant faith be awakened,

I long to feel you in and through my life.

I pray for the heart to be the conductor of my mind,

For when the two are joined, I find wisdom.

Oh God, may I never doubt your love and power,

But be humble and subservient to your will.

You have always seen me through the trials and dark days,

How good you are to me, my God, how good you are to me.