Cheeks turning pink to red and vine
gasping for breath with a blank mind;
smearing dried lips with my tongue,
hearing songs that were unsung;
forgetting what to vocalize,
unable to hide the reactions of the surprise;
experiencing stunning silence amidst crazy talks,
unable to **** the crazy gwak,
this is what your touch does to me,
a feeling that I never want to flee;

The rose does not weep
it knows its withering season
the heart knows when it should sleep
after the rage of passion--

the nightingale has sung
future songs it will keep
when love ceases to be young
age cuts unkindly and its pain runs deep.

Someday you’ll love you.
From the sparkle in your eye,
To the pitch of your laugh,
Even the color of your hair.

You will love every part,
From every wrinkle,
To every crinkle,
Every part of you.

But they will try to tear you down,
To make you frown,
To make you think you’re not worth it.

But darling you listen to me.

From the way you walk,
To the way you talk,
You will be mocked,
But don’t you listen.

From your weight,
To your height,
You are all wonderful to me.

Maybe one day you’ll see,
The beauty I see.
The way you were made,
So beautifully.

But until then,
Do not forget,
On how true beauty,
Comes from within.

She can walk
          between
             night and day
               never letting either
                  get in her way.
She learned this trick
                     many moons ago
                                by
                     going deep within
           and never letting it show.
Her soul is innocent
her heart is pure
she’s gone through more
than most could endure.
            She’s an angel of light
                 an angel of dark
                 you never know
              what you will spark.
                      You want to hurt her?
                         Please, go ahead and try
                           she’ll be the one to show you
                                  just how well she can
                                                              f
­                                                                l­
                                                                ­  y.
                                  Her soul innocent
                    her heart pure
      but never think for one minute
that she’s not secure.
                                Say what you will
                          please, do what you must
                       but your jealousy and hatred
                             won’t waver her trust!
~

There are hearts that break
in silence, with tears
that nobody can see.

So maybe,
                just maybe…

Some tears demand
to be written by the poet's pen,
so others can find beauty
in that which makes us cry.

Maybe,
           just maybe…

The tears of the poets' pen,
unveils the beauty
of love and pain
giving comfort to others
that they’re not alone.

And then again
maybe,
          just maybe…

There will be times
that nobody
will understand your feelings…

Write them anyway
because they are still
so **** beautiful!!*
~

Lost within your eyes
Your eyes a pleasant labyrinth
I yearn for no escape
Promise me you'll trap me forever in your gaze
Mesmerized beyond belief
Please, do not dare to look away
I'm not wanting to go astray
Been following your path for years
Lacking confidence, but the determination remains
Persistant flirtation, playing games
Several steps away from victory
Trailing behind and soaked in tears
You're the only one I want, my dear
In more ways than one
To hold you close and never let you go
Within an eternal embrace
You're the one I want here

Thinking of you on rainy days
With the sky above so grey
Matching my mood, the way that I feel
I know I'm needing you bad, because this pain is so real
Lost and alone, always on my own
To contemplate life
Swallowed whole in my own strife
My heart numbed to everything
Waited too long for something too good to be true
A hermit, a victim of my own insanity
Spriralling down with doubts to survive
Dying slow, unloved, and left alone

Cody Shull, 2018