We represent
Storms and Forests
In the way that
One can destroy the other
And one needs to other to prosper
But one needs the other to have purpose

We represent
Maelstroms and Thickets
In the way that
A Maelstrom can be violent
And A Thicket can be terrifying

We represent
Snow Storms and Infernos
In the way that
A Snow Storm can be gentle
And an Inferno can be calming

We represent
Storms and Forests
Maelstroms and Thickets
Snow Storms And Infernos

We represent
The best and worst parts
Of beautiful things

Laughter is the best medicine
Today I certainly agree
It feels good to laugh
It feels good to smile
It feels good to be doing
Something that doesn't
Involve something sad
Oh the world is great
When your writing
Poetry about laughter

I can see my breathe
                  And it lets me know
                                             That I'm alive.

It's good to feel alive
   Even when you feel like there's
      A whole in your chest where your
            Heart is supposed to be.

I'll be fine or maybe even okay
  But right now I feel like
      The world is crashing down
         And maybe some shrapnel will
            Fall just right and hit me
               But I have to remember that
                  I'll probably be okay one day

I can see my breathe it looks
   Like tiny puffs of misty air
      And it lets me know that I'm still
          Alive.

Poem about you
                                                             ­                               Poem about me
Poem about her
                                                             ­                               Poem about him
Poem about death
                                                           ­                                 Poem about life
Poem about relationships
                                                   ­                      Poem about broken hearts



I think I see a pattern
                                                         ­                But I'm sure you see it too

I rarely have long conversations
I want to talk for hours about all the things I love
But the last time I did
It didn't go so well
I want someone to care about all the weird
Things that I talk about.

I want to have long conversations
About life and what happens after we die
About poetry and art
About love and heartache
About how it feels to be yourself around someone
When you barely no them.

The conversations I've had with complete strangers
Happen to be the best ones
To talk about the little things about yourself
To talk about the things they know nothing about
When you can tell the complete and total truth
And no one judges you because they secretly know
Exactly how you feel.

I want to have long conversations
I don't care who there with
Just someone who will listen.

Writing poetry
Physically writing it down
Gives me a satisfaction I
Wouldn't get from typing

These words
Bleed across the page
Like watercolor paint
Going all the way
To the edge

These feelings
Are like water
Diluted with acrylic paint
Clouded

I am like
Watercolor paint
Easy to move and
Touch my color with
Another and I will let
It bleed into me
Making a beautiful mess

I am a mess
Of colors
Pinks greens and blues
Bleeding into another

I am a mess of emotions