I am thinking of you day and night.
Every time you, my starting and ending sight.
But in the end all I can do is a parting sigh,
Whispering to the wind;
     I miss you . . .
              I love you . . .
                  Hope you'll have time.

I'm caught between 3 boys.
So different from one another
Yet I enjoy their company all the the same
He's my best friend and he's weird
***** jokes and British TV
Cooking and music
His truck and hanging out every day
Blue green eyes and carefree
Its been 3 years since I met him at the amusement park.
He's smart and funny as hell
My favorite bands and good conversation
Coffee and tea
The bus and concerts
Eyes of grey, blue, cashmere, green and happy
An aquaintance since junior high
When I really got to know him he is so much more.
He's silly and nerdy
We were in love before and he broke my heart
Time and time again
Video games and humor
The mall and bowling alley
Eyes deep brown and philosophical
My best friend in 8th grade till he moved
Though we dated 6 times.
I'm stuck on them all
And I cannot decide
So I'll stay on the wall
I know this will hurt me later
But I'm too naive to try
So I'll wait
Till bitter revenge finds me

A blinding reflection
of the sun’s light shot
like lightening flares crashing
against glass towers
turquoise blue drawings
of the sky in structures
with angles and boundaries
climbing high as its
architecture would allow,
thrilled by the terror
of getting right
to the edge
and looking down
was my first step
towards freedom;
towards a tiny movement
in a no fly zone
bent by dreams, purposes
and meanings
now those peregrine callings
and two flying together
are becoming human,
lit with discernment
of a third eye
and an aerial view
I step off the edge,
headed east
into the morning sun
like the hauntingly beautiful
songs of French monasteries
I see clearly,
I am strong
and my body can only rise

The cool breeze,
flows into the room in waves.
I'm dazed,
lost in the silence that once calmed me.

I'm swimming,
in a sea of words,
some of which are unheard,
I find peace between the lines.

Your actions,
they resonate like the piercing sound of nails on a chalkboard in my scattered mind.
You leave me paralyzed,
crushed.

I feel numb,
as I stare into nothingness,
praying for one last kiss,
or even just a passing glance.

But for now,
I drown.

i've always been know as an emotional disaster,
my thoughts never necessarily made sense to me.
my thoughts sometimes drive me to insanity,
my thoughts sometimes stress me to no end,
i'm sixteen years old with grey hairs and a beard.
i feel as though my soul is aging faster than my own appearance is.