"I'm Restless Need To Create Something Pour My Being Out Onto A Page" - Andrew

"I'm restless Need to create something Pour my being out Onto a page" - Andrew

“The thought of making you sad Or feel guilty Splits me in two. Causing you pain Of any kind Is my constant fear. That is one reason Why I have a hard time speaking. I know how easily You feel guilt. As easily as I do When falling Into our bouts of self-loathing.”

- Andrew

"Have you ever thought about addiction? Wondered what it was like? Her name is desire And she tastes of paradise."

Soul Dancer

“This is the right form of closure For something so beautiful And wild. A fiery dance That ignited my life. For a season I have worshiped One more being. Watched you soar, Rising into your own. Transforming before my eyes I have witnessed your ascension. Every day bringing you closer To becoming the Goddess I have loved. Now we have come To the closing of one tumultuous chapter, Only to find the beginning Of another more refined. We have both discovered much; About ourselves Each other And the human species as a whole, And we each have been evolving From the information we have gleaned. Where we are going We cannot predict. It hides behind the shrouds Of dark mystery, Ever calling us home. A future we are still creating; Radiant lives we long to achieve. We are doing it with adventures And volumes of poetry, Good and bad choices, Sorrow and joy. Infinite dances Through our eternities.

Goodnight my love, My sybling of the soul. Our journey It has been everything that I needed.”

- Andrew

“Feeling like A dumbass Unable to understand Why Why it was too much to ask Why was this task Too much for me”

- Andrew

“It upsets you How I only open up By speaking in riddles. After 25 years Of bottling it all up I’m not sure I know how.

I started writing poetry As a form of therapy. An outlet for all the things I wanted to tell someone. But no one ever came And so I kept writing. Book after book I poured my soul onto paper. Spilling my ink filled veins I became my only confidant. Because of my severe isolation I failed to learn How to open up.

You want me to talk, But I don’t know how. I want you to ask questions But you don’t know how. Perhaps we are both just too broken To be this close. Too many neurocies driving us apart.”

- Andrew