Does the earth ever
In a fit of feeling fear
That her daughter trees
Will uproot too much too far
From her no child ever leaves

(Memory)

Wrap me up in your words
Bury me in the warmth of you
Until I’m left with your scent for days
As I fall in love with you all over again

I broke too much
of myself
thinking someone
could fix me.

I should have not
turned myself
to pieces
in the first place.

Because no one
would ever keep
a broken mirror
in their pockets.

I used to read your poems
but lately you don't write
you're silent and aloof
you know that isn't right.
You can't close a door once opened
you can't abolish all your dreams
you're a poet of the heart
mustn't fall apart at the seams.
Say what you can in words
they speak the message true
spoken from the heart
the poems will see you through.
A hermit's not your style
a recluse, you are not
never give up writing
of things that you've been taught.
I used to read your poems
I'd read them once again
if you would send them out
(this one's from a poet friend)

Life
has hoaxed us
through a luring incense
of love
and trapped us
in death

They said,
"The most beautiful art is
looking into someone's eyes
when they talk about the
things they love."
And I said,
"Or looking at someone you love.
Or maybe, just maybe,
by looking at the mirror
is the most beautiful art
anyone should appreciate."

Beware the Quiet Ones.

The Quiet Ones are the Thinkers
The Quiet Ones are the Dreamers
They’re the heart seekers, thrill lovers, and love givers
They’re the heart breakers, story makers, and life changers
The best heroes, the worst villains, the most notorious saints and sinners
Their hearts and minds are largest of all (But they’ll never control them)

Beware the Quiet Ones, because it’s Always the Quiet Ones.

The Quiet Ones will always listen, even when you won’t do the same
They’ll break your comfort zone, just to make you comfortable
They’ll never ask for favors or a shoulder to cry on
But they will always be there, hanging on every word and tear
They’ll sell their souls to save yours, sacrifice their minds to break yours
They’re the strongest, and the most broken.

The Quiet Ones don’t like to harm you, because they know too well how it feels... but don’t you hurt them.
They’ll always forgive and never forget, and they know how to aim for the heart
All they know is the past, and vengeance is their greatest weapon.
That’s why it’s always the Quiet Ones.
Whether the key to your heart or your greatest fear? The Quiet Ones will find it – Beware the Quiet Ones.

The Quiet Ones are the first to stand up, and the last to point the finger
They’ll stand up for anything, because they have nothing to lose.
They are the champions of love and hate, and if you hate to love them, or love to hate them?
That was their plan all along.
Your deepest plots or darkest secrets? The Quiet Ones knew all along. They’re four steps ahead of you – Beware the Quiet Ones.

They’ll never put you down, but believe they know how, because the Quiet Ones see EVERYTHING
They know what you did, they heard what you said - they were there
Their depth knows no end, yet they’re so empty inside

Their curses bring power, their strengths bring weaknesses
They’ll control you, even when they can’t control themselves
That’s why it’s always the Quiet Ones

Beware the Quiet Ones.

The time I waste
not staring at your face
these beautiful moments can’t be replaced
I need to dutifully seize them before erased
I plead them be more easy and usual for me to place

My words
Are reflections
of your love

She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."

............EMOTIONS
         M  V         N              
           O   E       O
          T      R     I
         I          Y THING
          O            O
        N             M
        SNOITOME

_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ GET IN
THE WAY OF
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _

YES, NO
I DON’T KNOW
MAYBE
OR
WITHOUT A DOUBT
I’M 100’/. SURE
SOLD
OR
THERE’S NO WAY
I REFUSE TO BELIEVE
LIE

NO LOGIC
WHEN EMOTIONS
ARE INVOLVED
FEELINGS GET
IN THE WAY
OF LOGIC

i'm having trouble
finding my purpose
in life

it's your love
that keeps me going
when i feel like i'm drowning

i do not believe in god
but i do believe in poetry
and for me
maybe poetry is prayer
and the universe
is an unwavering ear
in the shape of a god

I love him
I tell myself
I know that
We will be together forever
I don’t believe that
We could be separated
My thoughts tell me that
He’s the love of my life
Sometimes my heart lies and says
I could live an eternity
Without him
Like my friends say
“We’re perfect for each other”
And you can’t tell me
He’s not the one.

Now read from bottom to top.

your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about
you;

i'll cry a little more,
hurt a little stronger
love a little softer
because you no longer
make me feel sober

i'm drunk on the
memory of you

I imagine a life with you
And in my imagination
I am so happy!

A, what is wrong with me?
Why can't I just accept reality?

What is it like
When you don't imagine
A life with me?

I’m afraid of heights
not because I fear falling
but because I fear jumping.

The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.

If I gave you my soul,
would you read each page?
Scribble notes of interest
and know me.
Would you take the time,
to help tape the seams?
Would you mend,
the fragility of my soul?
It tears and rips,
easily, emotionally.

iridescent
i just feel you
white lights
the noise
people are laughing
celebrating
everything's so bright
a diamond
ring
on my fourth finger
i just feel you
you're solid
but im
translucent
half the world is
on fire
people are drowning
the afterparty
i cant feel me
i just feel you

open my eyes to darkness and im alone all over again.

I miss the early us
Where our clothes
Hit the floor
Before our eyes met

I miss the early us
Where we expected
Nothing but
Before the truths surfaced

I miss the early us
Where mornings
We’re lazy
Before days changed us.

I miss the early us
Where dreams existed
In our heads
Before reality set it

Trying to get
over someone
you never had?

Yeah,
that's the worst
kind of struggle.

B.K.

finding safety again
can be harder than it seems

a stranger apologized to another stranger
it had nothing to do with me
still, it helped
and I forgave a bit more

With,

nothing left

to give

I went crawling back

for more

Some people put on a facade just for show.