Just like many things
you start right from the ground
A flight taking off
to fly the world around
Or a flower digging in
to clutch the dirt below
The leaves unfolding
as it starts to grow
The ocean pushing sand
Recycling the gritty floor
Creating change
Adding the rush and the roar
A crawling little baby
Palms follow every tile
Slowly raises to stubby tender feet
and erupts in a zealous smile
Sky high buildings
Built from down low
Towering above the people
Who wait on streets below
The map of a faraway land
Buried by the mark of an X
With treasures to be found
Just like many things
You start right from the ground

Oh darling,
You made me feel like I was floating
On the ocean
Miles and miles away
From everyone.
But now I am sinking
And the fishes are passing me by
As I think about my life
And how nothing ever seemed to turn out right

A poem in motion
is interesting
indeed
As it walks among the lives
of poverty and greed
It stops at those who are always in need
even those who don't show it
And asks them to be
their own special poet

Wouldn't it be better if
I was forgotten,
Just like I planned all along?

The others easily have.
Months and months,
No words, no calls.

Alone in this silence
I distract my tears,
Dancing with my imagination.

"I'll be fine" I say,
But we both know
I am wrong again.

Right now, just waiting,
For someone to find me,
Who makes me feel like
I'm worth remembering.

But I doubt you remembered that.

I'm a house cat that dreams of the forest

Whenever you get close
My eyes water,
My throat closes up,
My thoughts jumble,
I can barely think straight.
My sentences pour out like spoiled milk.
I bet you think I'm an idiot
But I really hope not.

At night I pour myself into my poetry and drawings.
(Even if it's not always successful)
I drink 3 cups of coffee a day
And coincidentally, I stay up past 4 in the morning.
The weekends are saved for daydreaming.

This month, the hours I spend alone far outshine the hours I spend with my friends.
I think I have more conversations with myself then with them.
Spring this year not only brings blossoms
But a new home too.
With fresh paint and cardboard boxes
I'm hoping distance will allow me to learn to live without you.

I've been trying, to forget how your face looks, and how your eyes are capable of changing tides.
I also need to stop comparing you to Gods
Because as we both know, you have flaws.
Reciprocity, is certainly one of them.

Do you ever think of me on rainy days?
about how I used to tell you
that you reminded me of the latter?
about how the pitter patter of the raindrops,
sounded just like the tears you wiped away?
Sometimes I sit in a coffeeshop and inhale the aroma,
and I swear I see your shadow in the rain.
—J.N

With your hand in mine, I feel safe
With your arms around me, I feel warm
With your look at me, I feel strong
With your finger's caress, I feel fragile
With your kiss, I feel wanted

With your everything, I feel me
Without you, I feel **worthless