| This poem hits a bit too close to home for my liking, but I can't help but love it. |
| This poem hits a bit too close to home for my liking, but I can't help but love it. |


One person, two peopleShe said that she wanted to live somewhere where the stars shone over head so bright; that it blocked out the moon.One person, two people


You told meyou told me to shut my eyes and explain to you the world that i see.You told me
and you just pulled me closer.
thank you.


I fell in love with youyour eyesI fell in love with you
your eyes remind me of stars, twinkling in the soft moonlight while we lay next to each other every night mischievous, demanding, sweet the entrance to your soul--
a smiling welcome to spy your inner clock the beat
that completes you-- makes you
whole.
your hands your hands reach for mine with the softest of welcomes, clutches and pulls swift[ly]
outside; towards the garden who's beauty you put to shame. the flowers are nameless, in your presence.
your voice your voice is the pillow to rest


you wouldn't never listenbent out of shape as every whisp of the windyou wouldn't never listen
gives you more reason to
escape reality
escape to your white cotton fields that you hold close and dearly. ever so close and dear
never let your minds eye start to guide your way give your heart to someone
whose promises are never ever taken for granted.
roam with your hand clutching the wind and feel the sun at your back ever feel the mountains weight upon your shoulders? you do now, son. you do now. &n


pink and purple heartsdrawing hearts and doodling hope she draws crappy pictures, filled with what she wants but what she needs is someone to love, someone to hold her ...someone real... red and pink and purple are her favorite colors and gelled pens litter her book bag. patches and blobs of self inflicted color litter herpink and purple hearts
&nbs


F r o z e n S t a r sYour green orbs flutter close and frozen stars catch on your ever flowing lashesF r o z e n S t a r s
Silence broken by eskimo kisses; captured stars fall towards other galaxies
Cold forgotten as bodies mold together; Lights smolder from our gaze we become Each others fires.
Mouths meet fingers touch eyesshuttight.
Frozen stars litter your hair; w e p u l l a w a y shaking from feelings molten.
Falling stars all around are our only witnesses; and we couldn't c


.S.a.v.e M.e.Have you ever laid down under the pitch black sky, shut your eyes and pictured a life where everything would be just fine? Wishing, countin' time, sick of hopin' to try and get by, 'cause you're not even able to even try?.S.a.v.e M.e.
I know I have.
Have you ever swam so deep under water that your lungs echoed your wish to scream out in agony; Distress lacing your mind like white linen lines a Sunday-school dress?
I know I have.
Have you ever gazed upon that bright silver orb wishing that there
was some way ...Some how... &nbs


.:I'm Sorry:.Kisses, honey Taste like sugar.:I'm Sorry:.
Voice, soft, gentle Hanging, silently lingers
Alcohol, stinging throat Smoke, breathing, [no longer] too slow.
Friction, feelings Second guesses
Holding hands,
Soft caresses
Headaches, heartaches Never ending
Why should I be the one pretending
Pokes, giggles
Laughter
Heartsbeatfaster
Nervousness, recklessness Stillbeatsfaster
Mistakes, protect Heart-filled-worry
Drain the bottle Drown the flurry &nb


Ratta-tap-tapI noticed I hadn't written a lot lately.Ratta-tap-tap
'That's the only damned thing that'll come to mind!' I thought angrily, staring at the screen and waiting for the words to flow from my finger tips. Waiting, hoping to hear the ratta-tap-tap of the key board flowing, circling, enchanting my ears. Giving me the power to explain my dreams over and over again. Giving me the freedom to express my feelings, my opinions, my hopes and my wishes. Maybe even my deepest secrets.
But no. The only thing I can think of, is how much I haven't written in awhile. The lack of understanding, hopes and dreams, wishes and feelings. The silent gho


GirlfriendMy head was spinning, my eyes shut tight as I tried to imagine what I just got myself into. My heart pounding, her words echoing in my mind, the whole scenario reforming against the backdrop of my eyelids. My eyes opened again, begging myself to make sure this wasn't a dream, the glow from my cellphone reflecting a silhouette across my room. The shadows seem to creep a bit further than normal. 'It's not a dream...' I think, reassured as her words reiterate themselves for about the millionth time. 'It's not a dream.' The still of the night interrupted by my soft giggles, my earlier confusion and fright washeGirlfriend
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