Don’t die without me
Don’t leave me on this helpless earth alone
When I’m old and fragile
And can’t take care of myself
I need you by my side
To keep me sane
And to keep my heart beating alive with your love
I’ve suffered enough in this lifetime
Without you my lovely soul will die along side you
I love you more than you know
Don’t let this be our last connection
Let our souls intertwine as one as we ascend from this earth

I miss her, yet I cannot forget her.
Like echoes of a time long gone.
Silence is my reality.
Try as I might she still holds my mind tight.
Is it her fault for being so captivating?
Maybe it is my own doing, for loving her too deeply.
I feel lost in a lake of dreams.
Dreams haunted with her presence, and nightmares filled with her absence.
She has forgotten me.
Now I am the only scribe left to keep our memory alive. So I write on.
I will not forget these memories, nor will I stop dreaming of a fantasy no longer attainable.
I will forever chase these memories of a dream long gone.

everyday i wake up.
everyday i wake up remembering,
remembering how much i love you

everyday i miss your kisses,
everyday i miss your laugh,
everyday i miss the smell of your hair,
everyday i miss the feeling of holding your hands,
i feel safe protecting you.

all i can think now is how much i love you,
how much i miss you,
how much i adore you,
how much i care for you.

all i know now is that im in love.
ive forgotten everything that doesnt concern you,
ive forgotten everything that doesnt remind me of you.

i can die knowing nothing.
i can die a fool,
a fool for you,
a fool in love.

Today I love you dearly,  you are so special to me.
But how this came about is written in our history.
I remember a chill at night, shivering in my bed.
Then the draft was gone, the blanket tucked and a kiss placed on my forehead.
I was soaked with fever's sweat when a cool sponge touched my arm.  
You stripped me down and cooled my brow and told me I'd come to no harm.
I came home with news of triumph, claiming ten from ten!
You smiled and said " I knew you could! You've made me proud again"
You see, it was the little things that you did every day that made me brim with confidence; to help me find my way.
Now every time I kiss a brow or tuck a child in tight,
I know that I am carrying my mother’s loving light.

Empty lonely evening, yet full of painful memories and you...

I never liked poetry
until I wrote it.

I couldn't understand
why stanza's split up
into three or four or 12
lines.

Why a poet
writes rhymes of sadness as if
it's a better way to show it

I hated that everyone
thought they had the answers
to leading a better life
because they were the ones
who took the road
not taken.

But then, one day
I pressed a
pen to paper

And the words that
were once kept inside
flowed out like those rivers
that the poets kept talking about.

And the stanzas
separated themselves
into groups at parties
that all mingled together

while also standing alone.

My words became physical,
The tears I couldn't press
out of my eyes
were pressed on paper.

And the poem became
a song
and the song became
a new life form

And everyday I look
at what I have created
and

Smile.