Show and tell

I love you ….

Yes, you keep saying that but where is the evidence of these words? I don’t want painted clouds or prancing dragons, I don’t even want melted rainbows… all I need are the good morning whispers and pancakes, movie nights and praying hands. Show me those, instead of tossing those 3 words like live grenades, show me what you look like when all we have is each me!


The irony of anger

Rage, pure and simple premise to sin, equation of destruction, here I am giving in to what is red and dangerous all over…what is this feeling of power, what is this fleeting powerup. I want the world to dance with me in red, be the wall upon which I paint the source of my rage, until I realise the emptiness such power possesses. Noah_arkenswagg

I ___ you

You don’t have to say it back, you only need to give me an eternity in your presence to prove the words I’ve already screamed at the top of my voice. I’ll wait till you have the proof in your heart..then maybe, you’ll say it too? “I love you.” Noah_arkenswagg

Sharing is…

To share one’s life…quick glances to see if your partner spotted that funny scene across the street, while holding in laughter like a child.

To share one’s life…sadness and anger, a soothing voice or fuel to the fire, a heartfelt reconciliation by dusk.

To share one’s life… rainy days, cold nights, stories about the past beside the weather coloured windows.

To share one’s life…



Look within yourself, imagine the corridors leading to your inner self. Did you see dark corridors or well lit paths, are you sitting in dark rooms hugging knees or are you dancing with strobed lights. Look deep inside, who are you? Light or dark?



We adore children not just because of their cuteness, but because we crave the innocence they have that we once held dear. Stained hands and battle ridden consciences..we have become coloured by sin just by taking a walk through life. Noah_arkenswagg

Dead or alive

One has the itch, and the other does not. One has the itch to seek power, the other does not. One’s flesh betrays him when he has an itch, the other’s does not. One has an itch to seek pleasure, the other does not. If you want the difference, ask the spiders and ants….one has the itch the other does not. Noah_arkenswagg

Romeo and Juliet

Who can look the rain in the eye without shedding tears, who can stare at the sun without looking away shyly, who may kiss the earth without regret…such is the way of the one searching for Juliet, his pain will forever be unopposed, for this world has sworn to destroy everything Romeo holds dear. Noah_arkenswagg


A thousand sunsets I’ve seen, perfection in shades of purple and red…and yet, i crave more. Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder, and my eyes are bottomless in this regard. These greedy eyes, they won’t stop searching, even while I dream with closed eyes. Noah_arkenswagg