A blank page, a story untold
the salty air and sun kissed cheeks,
the murmuring sea whispers many tales
all are secrets for my heart to hold

If I stay, I wonder what  I would find
happy old couples in their beach houses
hidden trails deep in campgrounds
perhaps something new and one of a kind

A story ends and a new one starts
good food,  sun-soaked relaxation, and sand
memories relieved and new ones created
all just new chapters I hold in my heart.

Night is such a dangerous time
Darkness is when the truth emerges
No longer distracted by the superficial joys
that grace us during the daylight hours
We are forced to face our demons and
delve into self reflection
Night is when I miss you most
Surrendering to the loneliness and
realization of my mistakes
Night is such a dangerous time.

I watch the fluorescent flash of the open sign
as I contemplate the meaning of life
Rain starts to pelt down harshly on the windshield
washing away the sign in a colorful stream
Though all else seems to be against it
it continues to flash
I silently will it to pull through
Then the flashing stops as abruptly as it began
I am almost offended
It offered no fight for survival, no retort
        
         The slam of the car door
         and the greasy smell of gas station food
         bring me back to the present

My brother offers the dampened brown paper bag towards me
I take it reluctantly, suddenly at loss for appetite
The ancient truck manages to roar to life yet again

       My eyes relentlessly follow the sign
       as we pull out of the parking lot
       searching for a sign of hope, anything.

As if some higher power had been listening to my innermost thoughts
the sign flickers once or twice more before taking its final breath

From all the oceans
and all the moons
and all the stars

When I'm floating
when I'm drowning

When I'm breathing
when I'm suffocating

A small part of me
has always loved you

The autumn leaves begin to fade
Turning into brilliant new shades
Green, red, orange, yellow
A surplus of choices for a Fall fellow
Then comes the crisp air
Bringing the season's news to share
The leaves start to fall
Bringing not an end, but a beginning for all
Autumn's adventures are coming to a close
But not permanently, it's just a doze

As I walk through the forest

It is almost as if it smiles
   It offers wondrous adventure for miles

     There are flecks of life all around
         Birds chirp and leaves fall down

            The forest remains vast and unexplored
               Only waiting for you to come forward

Love isn't always enough.

I lost our future.

Lost is my will.

Inhale and let go.

I did love him.

Moral compass, error 404.

It's time, let go.

Still, I trusted him.

Rise from the ashes.

Keep your circle small.

I miss the past.

There is a ghost who lives under my bed
this ghost has a name, his name is Fred
Late in the evening, I'll hear him cry
so I will get up and ask him why
Sometimes he will not say
but until he does, I will stay
He says he's lonely and needs a friend
he had nobody at the end
I tell him I'll be there whenever he needs
I would never go back on one of my creeds
You never have to be alone
You are always welcome in my home

You were once the missing piece to my puzzle
but now we are two pieces
to an entirely different game.

“Yeah I’m very sorry,” he said
after he spread my legs and ****** me.

You are there when I need you most
Even when things are in your way, I know you are there
You are the light that guides me when I'm lost
You are the one who is there for my final thoughts
Thank you, moon.

We build them up
and tear them down
we are ruthless sharks
swimming around

Attacking in the halls of high school
preying on the young and weak
by neglect or by ignoring
all the kids too afraid to speak

We're in this together
why make it so hard
I guess not all of us
can go very far.

I hate how I hate you

Eyes blue
like the Atlantic
and we're going down
like the Titanic

You and me
Were not meant to be
Like Jack and Rose
From the movie

I flip page after page

searching for an end to humanity's idiocy

yet this is not a story of brevity

I gaze upon the intricate ink of the yellowing pages

My mind sets into a seemingly perpetual haze

preventing me from truly absorbing the words

I give a silent thank you

For I do not know how I would react

to all of this confounding insanity

I close the book and caress its leather skin

I inhale the ancient smell it offers

A muddled grin crawls across my face

I  feel it spreading through every vessel in my body

The haze has removed itself from my being

A piercing clarity penetrates my soul

Ah, it has finally come

The gates have been opened

The madness flows freely

How do we know when we're in love? Ask yourself the following.

-Does he make you smile?
-Does he make you laugh?
-Do you fall asleep thinking about him?
-Does your heart race when you see him?
-Do you notice his hidden smiles and stolen glances?
-Does he make you happy?

You are not in love
**If you were, you wouldn't  have had to read this to make sure.

Dear God,

Please take my pain away.

Sincerely,
Sabrina

I want to live in an imaginary city
In this place there would be no pity

I'd never ever have to worry
And I'd never have to hurry

I'd have enough time
to figure out what's on my mind

All would be great
there would never be hate

In this imaginary city

I loved you
and you loved me
it wasn't perfect
but that was the key

All this empty space
of places you've once been
taunting me with your memory
reminding me of your presence
realizing I'm the last one here
left with all this empty space.

Paper clips are man's best friend
keeping us together when we
needed to fall apart.

Don't be ashamed
to put yourself first
Rule #3 in my list of
elements for a happy life
That's what you did
I guess I should do the same.