My mind goes unguided
It follows my heart blindly
Accepting the consequences later
My body, when I allow it
Will follow my heart as well
When it does
I come face to face with a potential
That hides below my surface
Mostly going untouched
As it watches me go about passionately
But lacking
As if I were a puzzle whose pieces
Became an afternoon snack to a begging
Dog
Or lost to the unknown just beneath the furniture
And when found, thrown away
Because who knows where it goes?
My heart doesn’t speak to me
It just acts
It aches over nearly everything
From this I only find anger
The messages sent to my brain
Are in a foreign language
I haven’t been taught to decipher
I listen to waterfalls
And watch trees dance
And hills roll
I developed this feeling
From somewhere deep
In my rabbit hole
I sense all of my emotions
But I cannot locate where they are
Nor what decisions they are making

Hey
You look good
Your glasses make you look like some kid
Trying to be a nerd
I've never met before
It wasn't until you smiled at me
That I knew it was you
I couldn't believe it was you
I mean you write me all the time
And we can text now
But to see you
I didn't think I would
They weren't  going to let us in
We drove for 6 hours to see you
Only to be told it wasn't possible
A fence between us
I realized how important it was to see you
Only after they told me I couldn't
That's when I realized how much
I love and still need you
When I was told seeing you was not
An option
A hug never felt so good in such a sad
Place

It was a calm, quiet day,

However, the tribe knew

It was one of their last.

It was the last sunrise they watched,

Before their tribe was pillaged.

The last time they would smile and laugh together,

Before they were ***** and slaughtered.

Peace was far from an option with the white man.

They pleaded and fought for the right to exist,

But it was not enough.

Now they must fight like the white men.

They must take up the ways of torture done to them,

In efforts to end the raids, the pillaging, the ******.

They fought for their families, their freedom.

Their children, their culture. They fought for love,

And honor and peace. They were denied all of these things.

This man losing his family fights for them.

He gives his life in the hope others can live on.

His horse bound to him and weak,

He witnesses friends die,

And soon he himself will perish,

In the name of progress.

Will your hand to find my shoulder
When I find myself alone
Will your hand find my shoulder
When I'm lost in a crowd of people
Feeling smaller than small
Will your hand find my shoulder
When I'm laughing with a group of friends
And loneliness grabs my gaze
Will your hand find my shoulder
When sadness grips my heart  
And chokes out the hope
Till it's black and it's hollow
Will your hand find my shoulder
When I cried to you
When I feel there is nothing worth fighting for
Will your hand on my shoulder
When I'm standing in the discus circle
When I'm  in doubt
About my ability to break a record
Will your hand for my shoulder
When I fall from the tree I trusted
I need someone to help me up my knees
Or someone to catch me if I can't catch me
Then to console me
I hope your  hand finds my shoulder

Gone with destruction,
Is the worst kind of gone.
Its a gone that never comes back,
Gone is the home I ran to when
Home wasn't home.
Gone is the place I cried my hardest,
And learned the best.
Visions of my childhood fall
With every tree you cut,
With every natural beauty you turned into profit,
My untouchable world ***** by you and your
Machines of metal
Never asking the kids in the neighborhood,
(I which you are considered an intruder to),
What the woods across the street meant to them
What they meant
Every tree and woodland sound found my company.
Providing me with wholesomeness, as I knew
When I was there, I wasn't alone.
Knowing no one could find me and hurt me
As I was being cradled by the natural curve in the branch
Of a large oak
A friend you chopped at the ankles
And gave a price tag.
As if my security and state of mine could be bought.
You stuffed fallen trees into magnificently formed
Streams that now only trickle.
As I walk into the woods
That I once knew as my wonderland
I only see an unfamiliar land,
Almost as bare and naked as I feel standing in it.
And I cry quietly.

Writing someone a poem
Isn’t just telling them how you feel
Writing them a poem
Is giving them your feelings
To inspect and admire
To comprehend what’s going on
In your head when you look at them
Your not simly sharing
What’s on your mind
Your sharing the things
Your heart sees and
The things your brain is trying to process
Writing a poem for someone
Isn’t just a little thing
It’s a big thing
Because it’s taking the time
To decipher the messages your
Heart beat sends out
And put it into words
Sometime this isn’t always possible
Sometimes there are no words that
Describe your feelings
That is beautiful
Don’t get frustrated
Writing a poem for someone
Really special is hard
Your not only giving them the keys
To all the doors you keep
But your trusting they will value
What they find when they open
Your doors
So when I write you a poem
It’s not something from the bottom
Of my heart
It’s something that tingles
In my finger tips
Something that dances in my belly
And makes it hard to breathe
Poetry is not always accepted
But it’s always a beautiful language
That comes from the things that make you
Tick
The desire to confess the things within
That explain the things you do
Is a beauty that can never be stolen
From you

The blood stained story
Is written in ones lonely tears
It speaks of all her engrossed fears
Over her lost years
That fell to her sorrow
She was scared of people
Not strangers or men with guns
But people as their everyday self
The people that hide behind elephant hide
That use me like a guide
They have lied
As if a lie were written in black and white
As if truth were so bright
Then maybe she might
Find a new way to take flight
And soar upon the night
As if she were that light
She is weighed down by good intentions
Train stations filled with the drought of love
And way
So many have lost their way
Just as she has
A sad blood written story
But stabbed with truth
It seems more satisfying
Than terrifying
She doesn't know what she is saying
In this sick game we've been playing

Sorry
I don't remember you
Faces leave my memory
Just as they leave my sight
Sorry
I don't think I know you
I probably did but the past only
Counts as that
If I knew you I don't know you
Sorry
I don't archive conversation well
So I didn't know we already covered
Those topics
Hey I'm gonna go
I don't know you
Or what your talking about
And I won't remember this
So bye stranger in the past
Sorry that that's all you will be

I no longer write on your seemingly blank pages simply because I was tired of going unread
I stopped writing my notes in you when
You got too busy reading others
Your cover still inflawed but your pages
They are burning
Holes are being poked and you seem less than concerning
Are used to write my own unknown feelings behind the two walls
You had bind together at the spine
And I never told a lie
But never really explained why
I was happy since I was given empty pages
But only in the beginning
Little did I know others wrote with invisible ink
And I to wear to one day be just that
Invisible

I keep looking at the words
On my walls
But I can't read them
Not in the sentences they are formed
I can't come to terms with my history
I keep thinking about
What they all meant at one time
My journal from the ceiling
To the floor from the window to door
Wall to wall
Why did I write this all
Names of people I hope to never forget
Lyrics from songs I felt could tell you
Who I am
Poems and things
Well they can't tell you who you are
That can't be described
Because who you are changes
Like a shore line after every high tide
Some people will like your shore
No matter what your low tide
Reveals
Some times it takes more time to
Find person who
Excepts the outcome of your storms
Because they will be able to collect the
Pretty things
Like your shells, sea glass, and rocks
And will hold on to them and show you
All the beautifull things you uncover
Just wait you will know when they come
When the do
They'll see your earth as an adventure
The X on the map that lead them to
You and alternate map they get to explore