Her words have failed

Feeling stained

Your mother unaware

Mistakes save but fade

All right

Loud existence and in a flash

Silence, ******

I no longer realize your power

And we're built to die with better choices

Burst

Closed

Torch the lonely

Float away

'Just delete me'
Your number still taunting me
your voice still haunting me.
If it was only that easy
To forget a past, forget a life
Forget a name, forget a light,
It wasn't easy at all.
I've been tempted to scroll down
Find your name and hit call
But I've been scared of what to say
And curtain draws on another day
Yet I still haven't said a word to you.

Your number and name screams
'Just delete me'
But I always choose to live in heartbreak
Regret my mistakes
And keep your number and name
in my phone.

'Just delete me'
Your number and name screams
But I'm too scared of forgetting you...

Never find fault in yourself, you were created in perfection. In the image of God.
Never be normal, be different. That makes you special. It makes you who you are.
Never hide in the shadows, shine in the light that is waiting for you.
You may be in darkness, but you are not alone. There are those who are walking beside you. You can feel their presence, their aura.
Close your eyes and concentrate on the love our aura gives. Feel yourself drawn to warmth of hugs and close embraces. Feel the hands holding you. Fall into us. Find comfort and peace. Then put the knife down and sleep in our embrace.

If poetry dies
We all fall apart.
If poetry dies,
Will the sun not shine anymore?
Because the sun is poetic in its own way.
It radiates.
It illuminates.
It inspires.
And if poetry dies
Art dies.
Poetry is everything.
Its existed for centuries.
See this is brought people together since forever ago.
And today, it brings us together.
you and me
And whoever else's poems you delight yourself with.
We create a community.
Here
On this site.
People from all over the world.
Each of us with a story to tell
And one talent we show
poetry
Isnt it great?
A tradition that must live on.
The art of emotion
Some complex
Others delightfully simple.
Poetry
Creates us,
Our creativity
And the desire to write something new
Something **great

Wildflowers
Remind me of people.
Their all different, not one exactly the same.
Some are beautiful.
Some are bright.  
I love them all.
They bring me joy.