If I could put tears into words would you understand me then?
would you understand my love
Would you understand the pain
Telling you my fears and concerns
When All I hear are vicious words in return

I'm just trying to convey my mind
To explain my heart
But you won't even let me start

I'm trying to say
I feel like I'm wasting away
My life is in limbo
And I need a guide
I'm reaching out to you
For some needed advice

For love is kind
And I need your love
To help me through
This difficult time

Have you ever heard
The sound of a bee
Buzzing along the flowers
To stop and listen to their tune for hours?
to not be afraid of a sting
But to listen to their tiny wings
Beating the odds as they sing
Their pollen song in the spring
Peace can be found
In the smallest of moments
If you stop and listen
To the bees

I am drowning in this darkness
A sea of my own depression
I really need your help
But you're too far consumed
By your own image and electronics
To see me struggling to breathe

I was always there to grab your hand
When you fell into the deep end
You're supposed to be my friend
My shoulder to cry on
But when I need you
You're not there
You're hiding from me

I am only so strong
How long before I slip
Beneath the waves?

Silence hurts the most

passionate rage
I can handle
a heated argument
I can take

this emptiness
it drains me
makes my soul feel
heavy

as if I am
drowning in the
quiet

The night resonates through his eyes
a rare sight to be seen
the ocean rises in his chest
exhales a cool winter breeze

his heart, if it is there
smaller than a pebble stuck
in the rivers current

Alas
I cannot help
but love him

Blue waterfall flows
into crystal waters
eyes twinkling in the sunlight
you start to say things
that make my heart flutter

dazzling ring placed upon
my delicate finger
red and white sparkling
in the sun

this is only the beginning
of greater things to come.

not every poem is thought out
sometimes it is the first
words to find my fingers

rarely it turns into anything worth sharing
other times it is just meant as practice

to those who feel like
they can't seem to write
anything worth while
you will

it's all just practice.

when she looked at him
it was if all the stars went
dark
and the only light
emitted through him

it's been awhile
since I heard these
keys sounding off

it's a gentle comfort
like the scent of a library
or the crashing of waves

it feels like
home.