Why do i use the word
if it means it's only possible?

if i could change.
if i could smile.
if i could love.

Why can't i say it without the if?

It limits me but
if i stop i don't know what will happen...

Everything needs light to be seen,
and until then it remains unknown.
I feel unknown,
but I have light nearby.
I have been seen,
and it makes me glad.

Us means We.
Dreams mean Desires.
Together us mean Fires,
passion means flames.

Once a pain
Now a love,
Once ignored,
Now unforgotten.
Sun came out,
I was enlightened.
Words flowed through,
my fingertips,
typing into poems.
I could talk through some words,
None would probably judge it.

I dance in the rain,
I play in the sun,
I cry in the wind,
I cringe in the warm.

I watch the clouds,
and I count the stars.

Nature is round,
and I embrace.

Even if I don’t enjoy,
I still think it’s to be desired.

Nature is round,
and one must embrace.

What else could ever take it’s place?

I snapped my heart to fit your image,

the
                          pieces
                    ­                                      became
       s
                                        c
                  a
                                           ­                      t
        t
                                        e
           ­                                                                 ­ r
e
                            d

and I couldn't glue them back after you left.

i am a rose,

i am full of thorns.

i am a bud,

i am growing.

i am a root,

i am my support.

i am a rose,

i am doomed to wither.

By a valley she did sleep,
Closer than a fingernail,
Far too close for herself.
As she woke,
she toppled down.
For she cried out in fear,
She hadn’t had a moments due.
As she saw the rocky bottom,
reaching with clawed hands,
She couldn’t help but notice her life,
The life flashing before her eyes.
Then as she hit the bottom,
She woke with a start.
Oh, how dreams could make a start.

In the meadow she did lay,
Frozen in her own decay,
Broken by her day and age,
She was made a display.
Once wild and free,
Now made to stay,
Cracks in her heart,
She was made to be seen.
In her mind,
She was cold,
Colors washed,
No longer bold.
She is me,
I am her,
Our reflections blurred.
One day light will shine,
One day free in mind.
Till then she’ll lay in dirt,
An image of one’s wrongful mirth.

Aggressive, arrogant, and abusive,
with aggravation and absence,
and accidents that alarm.

Broken, beating, black and blue,
with bruises and blades,
and burns that blister.

Cold, cancelled, and captive,
with clashes and chills,
and contagiousness that corrupts.

She had layne,
He was pained.
She gave glares,
Him in snares.
Her love gone,
His was chains.
One moved on,
Another stayed.

Though she left,
He’d wait on her.
One day she’d return.

Their hands held guns.
There by the hill in the woods.
They're going to **** with them.

Their eyes were filled with fear.
There on that hill in the woods.
They're going to be killed.

Their hearts were sorrowful.
There on and near the hill.
They're pawns in a game.

I danced with the reaper,
his sythe on the ground.

                        His cold hands sliding along my back,
                              spinning me dizzily around.

Right as his grip tightened the music stopped,
and I felt his boney hands drop.

                         His gaze shifted to another soul,
                           and I felt a sense of relief roll.

As I went to leave I heard them dance,
but she didn't finish her dance with death.

Flames means passion
Fires mean us together.
Desires mean dreams.
We means us.

To my dear Rose,

I wanted to talk to you,
but you blocked me, heh.
Hopefully you didn’t forget,
The roses I’d sent last week?
I know your with Jermey,
Or Jim, or Kai.
I just want you to know,
I’m still your nice guy.
I know you were just kidding,
When you told me no,
For how can’t you love me, Rose?

-Your Man, H

I wish you would talk to me,
it’s so hard without your voice in my life.
Do you want me to send more flowers?
Do you want Jeremy, Jim, or Kai?
Or do you hide your feelings of me from them?
I know you love me more than you love them.
I know.
So, how is your dog?
I saw you walking him yesterday,
though you didn’t wave,
you looked scared.
Probably because you thought something was gonna happen to your pup.
His name is mine, right?
I know you want me in your life,
so answer back!

Your Man, H

I am undefined.
     My edges are blurred.
                 I am too soft to cut.
                          I am too rough to hold.
                                    I am invisible to some.
                                            I am too visible to some.
                                                       My heart is scraped.
                                                               I have scraped others.
                                                                    What am I? What do I do?
I am undefined.
     My edges are blurred.
                 I am too soft to cut.
                          I am too rough to hold.
                                    I am invisible to some.
                                            I am too visible to some.
                                                       My heart is scraped.
                                                               I have scraped others.
I am undefined.
     My edges are blurred.
                 I am too soft to cut.
                          I am too rough to hold.
                                    I am invisible to some.
                                            I am too visible to some.
                                                       My heart is scraped.
                                                               I have scraped others.
                    
                            

                                 I am undefined. I am misshapen.

“I hope you’re happy” is what I scream into the wind.

Singing with Olivia makes me feel blind.
Blind as in ignorant, because ignorance is truly bliss.
I learned this as I learned the truth of the world.
All roses are beautiful, and all roses have thorns.

We are the roses, we are the hands that are cut.

For me, time is something irrelevant. I don’t care if I waste it, until I need it. The days blur, fusing into a simple string. In my head, these strings knot and jumble. I’m left unable to decipher when, what, or where. My hunger and needs are forgotten, and I only realize after long days when I settle. Even then I don’t feel the need to get something, I could always go another hour or so, is what I tell myself as I lay down and get ready for the same thing tomorrow.

The arrow cut through the wind,
slicing the clouds in two.

A bird was the target,
and its aim was true.

Slicing the flesh of the thing in two,
the arrow sank to the bone.

The caress of the wind on my cheek,
holding me up as I perch on a cliff.

The sound of waves matching my heart,
pounding beats into my soul.

The tinge of salt in the breeze,
making my nose inhale the air deeply.

The bullet flew through the air,
piercing the flesh of a deer.
Its aim was true and in a flash,
the doe was nothing to its wrath.

I'm bold, bold, bold.

I thought I could melt your heart,
and warm the iceberg in your chest.
Honestly, I'd thought I'd be your best,
but I was not made for that test.

You're distant, distant, distant.

I'm here, here, here.

You think of the future,
and I see the current world.
Honestly, I wish you'd look around,
but you won't turn your head to me now.

You're oblivious, oblivious, oblivious.

I'm aware, aware, aware.

Of they fact that you'll never stare,
but I still hope you will.
The warmth in my heart,
will go cold before my love disappears.