i have a destination.
the destination is a mystery.
i dont know my destiny.
im scared.
what could be?
what could be my destiny?
i have a destination.
what could it be?
you sat there staring at me like i was crazy.
you whispered something in my ear but i was focused on my breathing.
he looked at me with those beautiful eyes.
he looked away.
i grabbed your hand and said look at me!
you looked at me
and whispered can i be your final destination i'll make you happy baby.
i whispered yes.
he looked at me with intense love.
he kissed me passionately.
i kissed him back.
i whispered in his ear and said baby.
you've always secretly been my destiny.
you've always been my destination..
baby i've always secretly loved you.

I play darts and i missed
But you made dozens of bulls-eyes
And i was everything but ******
How did you learn to be astute like that?
Consistency is what I've been looking for

i know i'm a rich girl
when i stare into your eyes
i see dollars everywhere,
                   and they don't match
                   the glimmer in them

you dig the materialistic, sentimental, american traditions
i dig you more than any of that crap
and you ask me how i view this country
and i want out,
                            out,
                                        out

there's got to be profit in having none of it at all
there's profit in getting yours and my own bodies
together,                      because you're not
                      into running away, but i want you to

                     we go on road trips, we go sailing
                     and i want to bring the heat out of this
                     hype before it bites us both

Poetry is more than just words on a paper, it is more then just letters typed on a screen. It is life, it keeps life going. It's the fiery passion in a writers soul. It's the burnt out ashes in the cooled down coal. It's more then just 'POEM' slapped across the title, it's more than that. It's a story, an emotion, a life of it's own. It's you, it's me, it's breathing, and flying, and soaring. It's life, it's love. It's US.

These feelings engulf me,
But yet I feel nothing
I pretend I'm okay,
But I just want to explode.

I need to know-
Am I crazy?
Different?
I'm a "good" kid

If only they knew-
These thoughts I've had.
Barely hanging on
Losing the grip on reality.