This is another form of a “Hello”, Miss.
I want you to accept and cherish this.
These moments are valuable heaven sent.
Any ignorance behind it is irrelevant.
Your mind is so intelligent.
You beauty is beyond elegant.
You’re picture perfect with excellence!
Originality is a five star type rating.
You went from a girl to a fine lady.
The Color, The shape, The curves.
The description is nothing but words.
You listen then you talk.
Am I looking or do I stalk?
I just feel so entrapped.
I’m just locked in.
Your beauty got me trapped.
Stunned, I think I found the one
Just You

I’m struggling with heaven because I’m still in hell.
Trying to escape but the pressure is the strongest I ever felt.
Hell seems like the most common life I try not to follow the trend.
My outer appearance looks different than what’s within.
I’m actually greater than the being wearing this skin.
Eyes looking back, with a piercing attack.
Gambling with my life but don’t want to bet on black
I don’t care for this life, I’m just trying get my old self back.
I’m stuck in neverland, I lost my soul like Peter Pan’s did his shadow.
Charlene! (My Soul Twin) help me win this battle.
From Christian to Christian,
Do we get in where we can fit in?
Is it best to hide in a crowd and pretend?
So, we won’t be singled out or lose and any friends.
I question my action wondering, Is This Me?
The only version in a mirror I can see.
Covering up my **** with clothes embarrassing to be.
The real I.
The nice, sweet and generous guy.
Actually that’s still me!
No matter the circumstances I’ll still smile even if it kills me.
I try to **** them with kindness no need for violence.
I just tend to wear a heavy coat and try to hide it.
But it’s who I am I wear my strength like Samson.
My Joy can’t be taken away or feel abandoned.
I guess it’s the light in me, the only version of Christ in me.
The only thing that keeps me going in the darkest areas.
Just so I can see...Do you agree?

I’m trying to reconnect to a certain line.
I contacted the operator but they couldn’t find.
The individual that I’m trying to reach.
In my dreams is the only visual so incomplete.
I have the description of an image without a name.
My dreams usually tease me, I play no games.
I can’t get in control, the dreams are usually the same.
A person in the mist, the image nearly missed.
I wake up happy and at times I’m nearly ******.
My dreams is stuck between my past and future
When that moment occurs it will feel like deja vu with humor.
Ha!, that moment couldn’t occur much sooner!
I’ll just wait until then....who knows when...

To the people of my past you’re truly missed.
My memory is intact and moments I cannot forget.
Good or Bad life is full of twists.
But yet time is continuous it can’t be dismissed.
On my bad days I may have wished you didn’t exist.
I kept out of touch and kept my distance.
Facebook occurred then my searches was persistent.
Looking for clues that I had a past with you.
Just a glance maybe there’s a second chance.
That I can reunite the friendship between us two.

This message is to my friend Tab.
Your always thought of almost like the best friends I have.
I hope you remember our past and don’t forget the fun we had.
Even if we’re living different lives and hardly crossing paths.
I guess have no choice to wait until the next time we chat.
I’m patient enough, I have enough time to clean up some stuff.
As I’m creating this it’s like I’m forming a picture from a paintbrush.
I hope you got the clue because our past lived it through.
College life in art class is where I met you.
I saw many images but being friends with you was the best view.
I’m sorry back then I wasn’t getting the hint.
Oblivious to signs even if it was assigned to I.
I need to express myself even if this a public view.
I figured this is the only way I can get to you.
I used messenger and texted- No Answer.
I know we stopped talking but we were still cool though.
Maybe this poem is a far reach and I’m just trying to say hi.
I’m in California as I’m creating this and looking at the sky
At the moment the sun is setting I guess its going to be a goodbye...
Have a goodnight and eventually we’ll speak it’s not urgent everything is alright.

I hate to see a broken heart crumbled to pieces.
The more the person hurts the more the pain increases.
We love life, but what it’s worth? and What does it teaches?
Sometimes the pain is unbearable which leaves you speechless.
Asking for help so you call on Jesus.
Pray for a recovery and to strengthen this weakness.
Because you know you’re stronger than your present self.
Trying to forget the current troubles and leave it in the past.
A broken heart and a polluted mind, how long will this last?
You love yourself yet you feel so harassed.
Thinking too much of the problem just another waste of time.
Grab that glass pour some liquor or wine.
Trying to drown the sorrow and say you’re fine.
If you’re not yourself then the intoxicated version of you wouldn’t mind.
    Just give it time....Just give it time..