Its getting late and I'm running short of words to describe you
funny as though you're as tall and striking as a lightening bolt, majestic and bright as it as well. With your beauty and brains surly you could take over the world.
Not such a large height for someone who's head lies within the clouds, devising them into shapes for the ants to see. What that's? A bird, a plane. No, its a volleyball entangled of predicted rain strapped in a storm of fire from maddie's fatal hands.

crossword puzzle; you complete me

*******, im just a kid with dreams, right?
dreaming of a day when all my problems go away
i dream of lightning striking trees the way teachers striked down every thought causing chaos and fire burning down the forest of thoughts in my brain
and of the waves, on a windy day, being able to wash away every bad memory of plagued black shores caused by irreugular heartbeats
the wasted potential of ghost poems haunt my subconcious on a regular basis
im afraid to go to sleep; nightmares of you leaving chase every atom of my ever running body, exhausted reality and non
i dream of books being true, the words of my favorite love novel unfolded in front of my eyes, spoken characters out of the past
dreaming dreams, all i ever do, in hopes that at least one comes true.

The spiders weave spinning galaxies, you're too narrow to see, what lies between the web?

Her name was petunia
She had hair the color of twilight settling after a hurricane and irises darker than the moon
Her smile was the crescent that the stars sung for
her fingers as dainty as China ware on the finest plates
Shy as werewolves howling for comfort
and brave as the wind dusting the horizon
She never did understand why her mother named her after something as petite as a flower
She couldn't understand her own beauty

Daisy; nose as freckled as the beach is sandy
Wrists as worn as the pages of a librarians favorite book
Sundays sunny as the sunflowers she wore on her church dress
inconspicuous was the boy she held hands with under the pews
Hated her parents for her wretched name
she murmured between kisses with the preachers son
the devil himself wasn't a flower, but a ****
Took her life the day he was baptized
A flowers life is not the life for me, said daisy

Rose
The beautiful of the most
with red lies that'd set your heart to flames
She'd burn down every field
and ***** every finger of those who kissed her lips
Ivory skin of leaves so green
envious of those who weren't picked,  and pitied, and deprived of their innocence and privacy
Just because fate handed her the life of lust and friends of petunias and Daisy's who never made the cut

We grow up being told to read then we wonder why love hurts to bad.

Rest in peace to all the brave gryffindors
The courageous ones with hearts that soar
Rest in peace to all the smart ravenclaws
You left this generation in intelligent awe
Rest in peace to all the clever slytherin
without you, many of us wouldn't grin
Rest in peace to all the kind hufflepuff
I know our journey was tough

Avada kedavra to the other sort
Crucio on voldermort
imperious on the non deluxe
Destroy all of the horcrux

Shortlived were the cohorts
That tried to defeat hogwarts

we thank you

There are petals in my lungs
I have roots instead of veins
Soaked in rainwater, dancing in the sunlight
I am beautifully photosynthesized

I am so afraid that one day your heart will grow legs and run away

What is a poem
That thinks with rhymes
Calls for a variety of times
Justifies the heart's crimes.
What is a poem
With words so beautiful they have their own name
That make the mind play a game.
Nothing of the sort will ever be the same.
What is a poem
It could be anything and everything a poem wants to be.
A bird in the sky or a big open sea.
Or a creative book for you and me.
A poem can set your thoughts free.
What is a poem?

Vicious cycle, life is a

I'm a tree that thrives in your love.
Your smile is my sun
However, I didn't think I could live in something so shallow.
I'm drowning in the puddle that is your eyes.
I'm rooted to the spot you last kissed me.
I'm just a lonely sycamore tree.

I never thought someone could love me like you.
Since when did the love songs make sense.
I dream about spending every last moment by your side.
I write, and write, and write about how your eyes look into mine
and how I love how our hands intertwine
I've finally found my muse.

I wake up to "to her" poems and know that someone actually cares.
The joyous eternity we will share
You write and write and write about how I'll forever be yours.
Let's spend forever on the beachline shores.
You've made me your muse, and I've never been so great-full
I love you

A** love message in skin
Late night pillow talk
Extra cream your coffee
XIII days, years, century's could never be enough of what I want to spend with you.

Damn, you're amazing.
Always be the one for me.
Violently crush me with your lips
I'm so in love with you.
Dear alex

is time ours or hours?

Maybe I don't notice the little things.
Like the way your mouth looks when it forms my name.
Or the way you feel steadier with your hand in mine.
Or even the way your fingernail is chipped from playing guitar for me.
But what I do notice is your eyes.
How they have little golden flecks in the soft green.
Green that's like a meadow in the summer that's more prominent in the sun.
I often stare into those eyes.
Trying to catch a glimpse of what you see in me.

You think you're better than me
You say you know you're better than me
So why do you have to keep proving it
When evidence has proven you **wrong

I love you, stupid.
You dont have to prove your worth.
Stupid, I love you.

Upon walking in the market a guy noticed a disheveled young woman sitting alone on a bench.
"Penny for your thoughts miss" he asked, raising his eyebrows.
"It'd take a lot more than that to get whats on my mind, sir"
"Let's start simple then" tossing her a penny.
"Well," running a hand through her golden blonde hair "the weather is finally getting better."
"Yes" he agrees and tosses her a nickel.
"5. Its been 5 years since my husband left, and took the kids."
With a frown on his face he throws her a dime.
"10. The number of days any man has stayed with me since."
He walks up to hand her a quarter, placing a hand on her shoulder for comfort.
"I am 25 years old sir. Almost a quarter of the age you are. And simply just not living the life a 25 year old should."
"Well. That's too bad. But I have a gold dollar in here that wants to hear more. So, may i ask, change for thought my lady?"
"If it's anything to say, 141 is the most anyone has ever invested in me at all. I didn't know i was worth so much. Thank you"

I love the spring.
The summer and the warm weather.
The green grass and the bumble bees.
I know someday I'll be sad again.
Maybe when the cold returns, freezing all feelings of happiness.
Or maybe when you realize and see my flaws as an open book before your eyes
or when you get bored and leave me to love another.
Or maybe when we're old and life cruelly takes you before the heavens do me
but for now as the weather gets better so do I.
The sun in smiling and so am I.

Do you remember the cold day that you slipped your favorite braclette onto my limb as if to replace the shivering with material love
But instead of the charm it held your initial to lay forlorn on my pale flesh
Yet in reality it was just beads of my favorite colors patternized in the sequence of my heart beats.

"Face it," she said. "You're in love with a psychotic clown."
But what with a face that's not a frown?
While she sits him upon a throne and hands him a crown.
Only his deep spirits could bring her down.

Upon his face sets a wide grin
His true hearts malice lies deep within.
A love like this must be a sin
The love of the Joker and his Harley Quinn. ♥
(And don't call me puddin' )