Your love is to expensive for my
moonlight romance,
my heart would drop,
and my hands would shake,
if I had the chance.

K.W.

what will you think?
when you see the real me
will you feel ashamed because you
misconceived?  our lion hearts  and our unity
as gears in the web of your destruction

we stand together as an ocean in peace
with tides that have change to speak
and won't take no as an option.

Takes deep breath
Lacing my arms to create a nest on my desk
Tucking my face inside
Breathing slowly
Till each breath is half of the last.

Than sufficating under my own
Depression*.

like two shadows intersecting,
we were flawlessly connected
I embedded my emotions into
every conversation
but time took us apart like it's
own creation
leaving me without you.
we face the sun but we cast separate shadows.

Ive found love again
Im infected
Love sick
Im dying in your eyes
And aching in your smiles,
Because the butterflies
Won't sit still.

Staggering around lazy like in
The four walls of my room
Trying to construct situations.
Digging up past memories
Linking them together
Layering them
Placing reason
Gathering material
Then writing
Then staggering around lazy like in the four walls of my room.

Were all young
friday nights are filled with bottles
And bottles are emptied into our hollow naive vessels
And im drowning beneath it all
Trying grasp what little reality i have left
Than it's gone
Can I believe it's gone
I couldn't until I realized you went along. Leaving me alone to drown in my own mixture of ***** and friday nights.

I will not use a lovers words
when you leave
I missed you long ago
you left and did not know
you are no longer you
you took nothing
but my heart inside your coat
to store the ashes when you smoke
do not use a lovers words
when you return
i'm afraid you may choke.

K.W.

i hate your friends they pretend
they understand you even when you make
no sense. they *****-up every punchline
and scrutinize all the simple things.

yea,i hate your friends
with there pretentious ways.

love is a song that has no lyrics.
we just dance along.
putting our hearts on the line,
as if nothing can go wrong.
In our minds nothing can
go wrong.
palm to palm tangled fingers,
kindled spirits.
hearts pounding,
guitar solo,high vocal,
rock & roll, acoustic formal.
Love is a song we can all
sing along to.

Im already having thoes thoughts
And it's only 3:48

Sometimes I'd wish more than I'd
Try and thats equivalent to
Dreaming more then living.
Starting today im gonna live more
Then I dream so these dreams
Turn to memories.

Do you remember when I walked to your house that summer?
It was vegas in july, and I wore a sweater,
I had a backpack full of tea and a mind full of last winter.
Do you remember that winter when I walked to your house?  
It was vegas in December and I wore a sweater, I had a backpack filled with tea
And no place to be but with you that Christmas eve.
You clung to my sweater
I knew you'd remember.
I love you.

Time doesn't stop,
The world still spins,
And opportunities don't wait.

You gotta be brave.

Soon after the sun has
Gone away the sky
Doesn't sleep neither
Do the memories,
Tinkering at the wires
Of my brain.

You painted everything around me
To comfort
But I can still feel the *******
That's covered.
You **** at lying the truth leaks
From beyond your words like a magician
With roses falling out his sleeves
And I am sick of pretending I dont see.

I watch
As each man comes to play a roll
In shoes he cannot fit
And after he gives it his all
I come to stitch seems where
He left you ripped torn and alone
But I am only the tailor
And you are the damsel.
This fairytale wasn't made
For the shoemaker
But the shoe was.

I wrote a poem for the one
I used to love.
No I wrote my heart....for the one i used to
love.
Teacher gave me my first prompt
"write about a girl you like and describe her"
I wrote for hours starting from head to toe.
I wrote while walking side tracked when talking and
drained pens when all pencils broke.
I did my homework! for the one I used to love.
to bad I didn't turn it in would have gotten an c or above
but she liked it so much she tacked it above her bed.......
**** i think i'm in love, again.

once again im left alone with my thoughts
and food
one of them will be gone when you return
and one will cloud the room.

I guess this is bad bye,
because this has gotta be the
worst bye i've had since
last night. When I scrolled down
searching for your smile and
happened to find another guy
by your side, the caption read
"best guy you can ever meet".
That's all it took for me to think
"what have I been the entire time"?
during morning messages and midnight
sweet dreams don't let bed bugs bite
and don't dream of another guy!
and if so then bad night hope
the bugs bite!...

lets slow it all down.
watch the skies drag these clouds.
let the ocean carry our worries as we
lay on the shore and share our stories.    
Let the world race to the the top of the
highest green mountain lie, ****, and deceive
for materialistic values
we sit on a park bench and wait for the
sun to introduce the stars

bird perched on a branch sang
the blues giving a beautiful tune
to his bad news
he cannot fly but
long as he can sing he'll
be perched on that oak tree
next to my room singing broken hearts
compared to broken wings
but healing the wound

You are a never ending path
Your love has guided me down
I don't worry if im lost
Only that im found
You are my love

I want you to myself.

I'm not what I used to be, a dreamer whose ambition for
writing was bigger then he can hold. Now I cant
even write about love.the type of love that makes your worries melt away
with the touch of two opposing hands breath taking poetical love
that men and women part seas to find.
I've lost that feel. I've lost the greatest gift, curiosity.
Curiosity like the feeling of wrapping paper on Christmas morning
as you find your name signed on decorative box.
i'm not what I used to be so ill end this here.
hope you understand I am not the dreamer I thought
I was i'm just a man stuck in a web of his own mind.

sliding my fingers across your glossed oak wood
unlocking the latch
lifting the glass
and letting your breeze take hold

The music won't block out the thoughts,
No matter how loud the volume.
My poems no longer heal me internally.
No matter the scheme.
So what's the the point of it all.
Nothing no longer fulfills me.

for the first time I have found the words.
knew what i needed to say
plan is to take your breath away
and maybe steal your heart
angels will cry in happiness    
because darling I found the words
I plan on touching your soul so ready your ears
i'll ready my vocals get my throat cleared.
Will you PLEASE pass the salt!

thanks, love ya

No
It's cool.
These things happen for a reason
And every time I rehears those words I almost start to believe it
Because my naive heart just needs something to believe in
When nothing feels right
And I start to lose feeling
everything that's wrong
starts revealing
You made it all worth living.

They dont think your beautiful.
She doesnt follow the trends.
Her friends are just shadows,
nothing more then a silhouettes.
Of knives that stick lies behind her back.

She is the sun, without her
there is no image.
I am just a man,
who doesn't wanna know beauty.
Because I smile every time the sun shines
and destroys all the shadows.

1 time for the cloudy days.

2 times for the tears

*3rd time because **** em'

My heart is leaking, my heart is pouring out and I sit on the shore of it all. Tearing myself apart and skipping the pieces across
The ocean of its fluid hoping one day I drown entirely in my pain.

Love doesn't need a match
It only needs lust
I was caught in my own web
I knew this all along
You lied
I couldn't decide wether
To be naive again
Accept your unscheduled excuse
Fold it into truth
And leave it
Lying in the sun

we weren't written in some ancient constellation in the sky
but we configure and connect with cool mellow vibes
like the motion of the sea and the pull of the tides  
and tho we drifted apart over time
i feel your connection moving and swaying over mine
and i know you'll be fine
we'll meet again.

I've tried everything
but not a single thing  
can fill the space you left
faintly killing me
I've written it all
but trash cans full of crumpled poetry wont
empty out these growing thoughts
surrounding friends don't understand
and the morning sunrise had lost its cost.
I stood there empty and watched you walk.

you left me dangling like a puppet
on its last string
you lefts me cold
without your embrace
I may freeze
and now your standing contemplating
on everything.

who are you to tell me what poetry is!
when you haven't seen it at all?
you never watched the sky cry,
or had the clouds fall into your mind.
While doing a math test in 5th grade
teacher whispers "your falling behind".
But your thoughts have built up to high,
you drain them with words and file them
in your time....
poetry for me is the uncontrollable will to write
whatever comes to heart.
at any given time.

I would tell you I believed in destiny
but I couldn't prove a thing
how did something so beautiful
find its way back to me.

K.W.

Fumbling with the doors
Hop-scotching through furniture
Juggling with objects
Dancing with your thoughts
Making it to the bus
Than remembering
You forgot your socks.

You still don't notice
If i make no sound
I wanna make impact
When im not around
Like a missing piece
Like half your heart
I want you to ache
I want your thoughts
I
Want
Your love
Is that
To much?

When you're sure no one else loves you,
You said you'd be mine.
Thanks for giving me hope,
But I was never comfortable standing
at the end of a buffet line.
So what ever scarps you have to offer,
Im gonna have to decline.
Im sure when no one loves you
neither will I.

I'm being murdered by time, I died in seconds.

Oh please ******* save me
Heavens a thousand miles away
and I dont have a dime to my name
Nor a minute to waste
Please ******* save me from this cold
Lonely place im not sure how long I can last
Or how much more I can take....

I don't wanna seem so fragile so I cover
My pain with a smile im sure everyone can
See the seams
where I stitched up all the
Broken parts of me.
But im sorry, even with all stitched up pieces I
still
don't
Feel
                      complete.

I try to fold my hope and
stuff it into my back pocket.
Leaving it with the closest
thing to change...

In my fairytales baby, there's either a king in the castle or a beast on the ground.The middle man never makes it.