love is like falling,
but never touching the ground
love is like a fragile flower opening to the warmth of spring,
love is like having the urge,
to constantly brighten someone's day
love is being under a blanket of comfort
that never grows cold,
everyone should experience love,
at one point in their life,
because it can change someone's life forever.
-sh

There is a big difference
Between leaving behind cold tracks
In the snow
And lending a warm hand to lead.

I drowned in the self love you taught me but even worse...it left when you did.
I don't know if I loved you, how do you even know? You gave me hope that I wouldn't be so alone in this new big world of mine
But, turns out that I wasted your time
I don't know why I wasn't enough but hell...at this point, that's not what bothers me
It bothers me that you took every ounce that I poured into you but couldn't bother to absorb my weeping minerals
As the days go on, I can't help but to feel confused
Because sometimes I'm those weeping minerals begging to be absorbed by the first thing to come my way
Then
Other days, I'm a ******* stunning willow that has taken those minerals and bloomed
I don't need you, just like you don't need me
I just wish you would've known that I was too much to absorb before I let my roots run dry
Drier than the desert, trying to satisfy your roots,
But
It's okay
Because I will continue to bloom into my ******* stunning willow
While you will eventually beg for me to come water your roots
I will be beautiful & touchless
& you...
You will be shriveled up & dying like I once was for a splash of affection

Tiger, i
swim at night to keep my skins
Pale. And marinate moon-dipped tundras.
Splash, ripples as i spear tides with flesh and bone, collapse into waters taut as untested brides. 'Paradise,' I'm told, though my eyes reveal but shadows upon the shores. Not to be depressing.
Stay under with me a bit longer my love.

long, slow, standing-in-the-middle-of-the-street kisses

walk-me-outside, knew-this-was-coming, i-was-expecting-you kisses

1:30-in-the-morning kisses: soft, sleepy, simple

sparkling, rushed all-of-a-sudden kisses

you-still-taste-like-champagne kisses

brand-new-beginning kisses, kisses that turn the clock,

cross from the old year to the new.

“one more,” you kept saying, “one more, one more, one more."

and one passes
a new one begins
a life ended and ten babies
cries sing
every new year's eve
the hopes and dreams get renewed
life and year's end
but the new one's are better
Happy 2017!!

Is this poetic
or is this just poetry
have I found a new community
or am I still lonely

should I write one more
find someone to follow
attract another heart
to keep feeding my ego

it's hungry so hungry
fiending for a feeding
and I'm needing and pleading
that you just keep on reading

When I was a spring Lamb
onlookers would stare
whose the spring Lamb
with Red Hair

When the farmer took us to market
with his trusty bloodhound
They all sold for hundred quid
Me the ginger a pound

I'm the odd one out
Black sheep in a strop
The only sheep with freckles
And a copper top

Alas I'm the last sheep standing
As you can tell
I live five times longer
The black sheep duracell