The perfect moment in time
Snapshot
Of
The perfect rain.

Trickles out of clouds

Creates the tune
Pit pat
Pit
Pat
On the brick
The road
The grass
Pit pat.

Fence drops drips that try to hang on.
Drip drop
Drip
Drop

The perfect smell
Of water in the air.

My corner of the world
Peaceful
Perfect
Rain

I want to deny that I miss you
I can't
I want to say I hate you
I don't
I never want to forgive you
I have

What did I do wrong?
Why won't you talk to me?

You left
This school
This city
This state
This life
You left me

I want to deny that I miss you
I miss you
I want to say I hate you
I love you
I never want to forgive you
I forgive you

Why can't you miss me?

Won't succumb to its power
I'll keep my head up high
Even when stress hits stronger
I'll take each day in stride
Tomorrow is another chance
One more day
Another try

A necessity
Its a need
We long for it

Its a knife
Yes, its a dagger
Yet its like ice for a tender wound
It can twist and puncture
Yet it can heal and soothe

The words are like an ice bath
shocking and cold
The words are like a blanket
calming and full.                                  

New and old

It is a wonder
Never fully grasped
Its relief
Its pain
It humbles
Its sorrowful
Its love, hate

Truth.

You are more beautiful than you think.
You are stronger than you know.
Just promise me something,
Don't Let Go.

Sometimes life is hard
Sometimes life is rough
But deep inside
You are tough.

There are hardships in this world.
Yes, life sucks.
But, you have to keep striving everyday.
Please, don't give up.

I know it may be hard to see
But, trust me there is another way
There is someone in this world that loves you
So keep holding out one more day.

You are more beautiful than you think.
You are stronger than you know.
Just promise me something,
Don't Let Go.

Awake in this lonesome hour
For reason I don't know why
But exhaustion starts to linger
Exhaustion starts to pry
Slipping out of consciousness
Bidding the world
Goodnight

Bones bound by tissue
Covered with translucent skin
Beauty on the outside
This is why you want to be thin

Protruding joints
Yellow teeth shown in a fake grin
That’s what you get when you are thin.

In desperation
you empty yourself
Of everything inside.

Your appearance withers,
As well as your mind,
But you still can’t see
How much you have died.

The only thing you think about
Is the next ideal weight
The only thing you care about
Is how much food you ate.

You
Once Beautiful on the outside
And in
Are crumbling
Because of the hunger to be thin.

Words.
Where did mine go?
Why won't they return?

The poems deep inside of me
Hid for cover
Leaving me to yearn.

Expression comes so hard now,
like the words were never mine.

But those of a visiting entity,
that left with all my rhyme.

I wish my words would come to me,
refill my hollow chest.

Without my fingers frequently dancing upon the keyboard,
I am quite depressed.

Poems were my art,
my passion,
my love.

But due to negligence,
a devil to robbed me of,
all of the above.

A simple tear escapes my eye,
in mourning of my loss.

But then my emotions turn on me,
and now I am rather cross.

Furious,
I close my eyes,
and hope to God they come.

My words and I were companions,
my words and I were one.

I sit here all alone.

My fingers typing slow.

In the silence
I wonder

"How did I ever let this go?"

My dreams are as simple
As simple can be.
I dream about you
and me.

I dream that we are sitting,
just talking and then
You look over at me.

And thats it.
It ends.

I dream that
You and I
are walking
In the Crystal white snow.
Our hands our entangled,
I don't dare to let go.

I dream these simple
dreams.
I wish they would never end,
because when I lose them.
I never dream that same dream
again.

You walk into my dreams,
and then walk out it seems.
And these encounters
never end.

To hint or not to hint that is the question
Whether tis safer to lock away emotions
And keep the truth inside.
Or to express emotions freely
And by telling you, avoid a hopeful pride.

To hold back, to think of you
No more, and by doing so extinguishing the fire
That burns in thy heart.
Tis a tragedy and yet the safest path to journey.

To imply, To suggest
To allude, perhaps to vaguely, Ay, there’s the rub
For in the mere act hinting the message may stray.
When we portray our subtle attractions
Must make us cautious of the vulnerability we feel inside.

For who would endure the painful burn,
The accursed agony,
The everlasting ache,
The broken heart left to be pieced together,
The utter embarrassment you will always hold.
The heavy feeling in your chest never to be released,
The awkwardness of future longing glances.
When the ghost of what might have been comes to haunt you.

Who would mind the risk of rejection, of the embarrassment of thyself.
For rash words to one’s downfall.
But that one may find peace in their
Unanswered questions, and bask in the possibility of a happing ending,
Instead of gambling with sorrow.

Thus hinting does make flirts of us all.
And thus the unbeknownst of not hinting
Is more risky an painful than hinting,
And hinting reveals answers one searches for
With regard their questions may be answered sorrowfully.
And sadness may enter hearts otherwise.