I'm no good at writing about things that make me happy or things that make me glow.
All it seems that I'm good at is writing about everything that gets me low.
These feelings and news, filled with substance abuse, that's all I am good at and nothing else, so I guess that is my muse

You and I and these beachy vibes.
Swaying like the palm trees in the wind.
The California breeze blowing through our hair as we stay here perfectly still. We build barriers from sand and shells, to protect this moment from all the stares.

You make me as happy as the stars in the night sky or a cup of coffee and photography.

Hazel eyed boy so mysterious and abstruse, won't you let me explore you?
You seem so disclosed but let people know that you are one who won't let anything show. You're hard to read. Some have attempted and left your pages tattered and torn, just know that I have always been one that is up for a difficult read.

You're my 11 o'clock craving,

     my 12 o'clock mistake.

     My 1 o'clock headache,

      and my 2 o'clock hate.

Every poem or song I write about you never seems to perfectly describe how I feel about you. When I'm with you, I feel like I'm free falling, on an endless flight through the clouds. Will you hold my hand as we fall together?

The way your skin glistens in the morning sun reminds me of Rob Hefferan's artwork. You are an astonishing piece of art, darling.

Painting the things inside my head, while I'm on them meds. I was told that they would take me out of this deep hole that I dug myself into, but I'm just sinking deeper and deeper.

I went to the deep part of the sea,
wanted to dive in.
I can't swim.
I wanted to drown,
I would've been missing; Gone.
It finally wouldn't have been a dream.

I live in shades of black and grey all I really want to do is get away. Let'***** this ****, and ditch this town, they won't miss us anyways.

I want to be someone.
Someone important.
I want to do something that
means everything to somebody out there.
I want to make a change, be a change.
Hear me out.
I want to be the difference.

I'm looking in the mirrior.
I'm a wreck, and I wish I were dead.
I'm tired of feeling numb, and of missing you all the time.
"No wonder you left"
I tell myself as I stare at my own pittyness in the mirror.

This blank canvas mocks me as I stare blanklessly at it.

Dark and mysterious she is.

Reckless and bold she acts.

Drinks and pills she consumes.

Steamy, hot *** we produce.

Now she's gone.

I wrote this while drinking tea with you, and I must say I'd rather be taking shots of ***** with you my love.

I am a lonely sailor on the small boat of happiness. Tonight I feel as if the sea of depression will take a hold of me, and sink my ship, I will never be seen again.

She writes and paints to tell others that it's okay or going to be okay, but she can never get herself to listen to her own advice.

I lie in bed, and toss and turn as my hazy head circulates with vivid images of you.

I think I'm in love.

Or that may just be the drugs kicking in.

You're young and beautiful,
                         don't be scared              
     of being reckless and falling in love.
       Just run wild, and don't look back.

My mind full of hope and eagerness to travel far and beyond further than the eyes can see.
My body aches for those places I have yet to travel to.
My eyes seek those places unimaginably visited.
My soul searches for another like me.

Can't anybody see that I'm just a mess? A blue haired freak wonderin' the streets. Cigarertte in hand, blasting my bands and could give less of a **** about what you think.

Although her scars are displayed for all to see, when I try to talk to her, she tries to hide them from only me.

Hold me tight all through the night so I can feel safe.
I'm tired of all these tears, and the blood that seems to overflow the sink almost every other night. I just need you to tell me that everything is alright.

My broken pieces are scattered everywhere.
I'm bleeding, pleading for help as everyone just walks past me and over the mess.
I'm screaming.
The crowd is passing, not even glancing.
Fragile girl in this unscrupulous world.

I wanna see new places, and meet new faces. Let's go on an adventure tonight?
We'll see all the stars, travel every road, and have a glance at everything in between.
We'll forget everything and live in the moment.
Lets get lost?
You and I.

At age 5 she was starting to thrive
At age 6 she just wanted to play
At age 7 she wanted to be a doctor
At age 8 all the other kids mocked her
At age 9 she locked herself away
At age 10 she was there to stay
At age 11 she tore her skin
At age 12 all her emotions were caving in
At age 13 she was doing *******
At age 14 she was low everyday
At age 15 she tied the rope
and later on that night wrote this note:
"Thinking about this night, thought everything over twice. I can feel it getting the best of me, once again its trying to invent me... and so it has. Goodbye."
Shaking hands and swollen eyes, she kicked the chair.
As she dangled in the air, she didn't even think about the rest, and took her final breath.

Gray clouds over my head, as I pick up my pen and bleed my heart out to the paper, my only friend. I'm trying to find myself, but these dark clouds resting upon me aren't helping, and I can't seem to find a dry spot on the ground.

I wrote you a poem today, you didn't seem to care.
I spilled my heart out for you, and you just sat there.
It turns out that we weren't only a pair, why would you want to tear us apart?
All that we had was all I had ever wanted, and now I'm being taunted.

I know they said to not put your own happiness into other people, but this country boy has got my heart racing and my smile brighter than the sun.
I just hope this is right.

She's absolutely perfect in every way, but she chooses the guys that make her feel like she only deserves the usual "weekend chill".

I fell in love once before, and trust me I won't be doing that anymore. Boy, you completed me, and now you're nothing more than a memory. You were like my favorite song and you made me want to sing all night long.

Your eyes are the perfect shade of green, I swear mother nature had something to do with that.

I love the way your eyes sparkle when you talk about things you enjoy with such passion, and I absolutely adore your crooked smile that you have recently decided to grow fond of because you're trying to learn to love yourself more.
I also find it very attractive how you stutter and start looking at objects around me every time you find me starting blankly into your gorgeous green eyes to distract yourself from knowing that I'm looking at you.
I know you hate when people look at you, and I'm sorry, but I can't help it. I just get so lost in your starry eyes. How do you not know that there is a universe inside of you darling?

One blade is all it takes to make all her feelings go away millions of scars this is so hard but all she does is repeat. The things she's told never grow old, as her life gets dull she can't endure this anymore Every night are thoughts of suicide she takes the gun and counts to three. With a sigh of grief or more like relief, she pulls the trigger forgetting she is loved.

Maybe if I cared, maybe if I tried, maybe if I changed, then he wouldn't be gone.
He would've stayed a little longer, and maybe even loved me a little harder, maybe if I bothered, you would've lasted a while longer.

Come and lay your head down next to mine on this empty field of grass. Feel how soft the ground is all over your skin as all the clouds begin to pass.
Astonishing clouds all shapes and sizes drifting along in the sky. Cerulean images fill my colorful mind as we loose track of time. I float along with you ever changing, morphing oh so amazing these clouds above transform so quick the winds a blazing, while our eyes stay gazing at the view from up above.

I pretended I didn't have any scars on my body, and he pretended not to see any while we steamed up the windows in the car last night.

I am not here to stay and make my home in you, or with you.
I am nomadic.
I will tell you how much I love you knowing that I'll be gone the next day.
There are so many paths and I'm on my way, wherever I come to find myself I promise it's not for long, and I will not change.
This is for the best.

When I look at you, the stars align
and I feel as if you are picking up my broken bits piece by piece. You make all the pain disappear, and help me forget all the scars as they fade away. I didn't know I was falling for you, I feel as if you complete me.
If only you felt the same way...

My love for you is like a vivid flower that has just been picked...
                   dead and gone the very next day.

Putting on a smile seems so much easier than trying to explain all the pain that she has deep down inside.
She rolls up her sleeves convinced that she wasn't pretty anymore.
He traced all her scars though assuring that she was as perfect as she could ever be.

All these emotions bottled up inside if only someone can see from the outside. It's a constant struggle between dragging a blade down my skin or just keeping everything within. I can't take this anymore though, I feel like being buried two feet wide and six feet deep, I'm sure nobody would weep. For now I'll just keep myself isolated for all of my happiness has drained away. I see how empty and dull my life has become, so I turned my wrists red so that my world wouldn't seem so dark anymore.

Time flies in a blink of an eye it's like you're here then you say goodbye.
But don't be shy just stay with me,           
                                          please stay with me.
I promise we will be together for eternity.     
     
                    Don't you wanna be?
           Oh darling don't you wanna be?

You're not in love until you want someone as bad as you want to breathe, but what if you're not sure about breathing?

Just another depressed soul wandering around and I'm in desperate need of another one like me.

Take my hand in your darkest hour,
I swear we'll break on through.
I can't help but fall for you,
when I lie down in your arms.

Your eyes are as blue as the deepest parts of the ocean, and I know the only thing you like about yourself is your eyes, but baby you are so much more than just a color.

I was so sad that the word sad couldn't even begin to describe me anymore
I let you become my happiness and that's where I went wrong, every living creature on earth dies alone.