Love will leave you weary and tired
But strength is the only thing you must require

As do you , so do I
I wish to become a poet with a keen eye

To let the pen flow with all of my words
To write of different places, and different worlds.

Take those who seek to escape for the while
And leave with a vivid, live smile

Though it may be far off, I shall dream
Dream of all possibilities I could someday come to be.

When you peel at the flecks
of the unwanted paint
What will you feel
Will you love without complaint?

For this youth is dipped in gold
With a fluorescent shine
But underneath is Silver of its own
Silver in its own divine

Clouded with paint, and shine and plaster
Hurry and remove this fake taint faster
Show my silver, my platinum, my bronze
No longer am I fond of this imitative gold I have on

Run your fingers down my spine
Make me feel like I'm alive

Close the curtains
Lock the doors

Stay with my Forevermore

A Friendship gone sour
till the final hour

Tears streaming down my face
for the one i'd come to hate

Do you think we'd be friends 3 years from now?
That kind of talk was disallowed

But little did I know
that day would come to be
when the friend of 3 years
would move without telling me

We had our fights
Our little contretemps

Remember in the end
You were the one that left

Thus the fight seemed to do the deed
It broke us apart in our last times of being

Glances from you
who did not speak
I wondered what you wanted
yet I never made a peep

We laughed the week before
But never dared to do more
for we weren't as close as we were before


Anyhow
*Maybe we'll meet up in New York 3 years from now

Anticipation
Motivation
Amazement
Impatient
Expectations
Adrenali­ne Drainage

All the things I seem to feel.

Wait, did I take my Medication?

"Hurt" , a word that is Past, Present, and Future

You will be Hurt

You are Hurt

You were Hurt

Why? Because if something truly hurt , It never really stops.