You told me you loved beautiful things
And it hit me hard in the back of my brain

Pieces of advice
Consist of memories shadowed by perception

I could be wrong at any time I think I'm right
But the blood in my veins swears that my brain is telling the truth

And the aches cannot be described
I try to call them by your name because I also don't know what to say

There are the passing fleeting thoughts that you never remember
And then there are the ones that you are holding on to because you think they
Define you
They do not define you

So all the pictures you're afraid to burn?
Maybe you should just throw them away
Burning is too dramatic anyway
Just throw them in the trash
So calmly
Passively

You don't need someone to tell to you what you should do
But most days,
You need someone to remind you of what you want to do

Dented and newly used
my heart is set on cruise
Winning
Grinning
Never gonna give up
because I refuse

My heart may be breaking
but it is not the end
Dealer count me back in
I am on the mend
I am on a comeback

I am done being afraid
I am done being saved
Do not need another setback
I am on a comeback

I believe in who I am
I'm better than I have been
I am not down and out
I have only just began

Thank you HP and fellow poets for this great honor!!! Sorry I am so late to the party but my 8 yr old boy hijacked my phone from me.

Here is a rare read,
About a whisper of love, indeed,
I see love even in every tree,
I see love in flowers like these,
As  I feed my miracles of birds, like doves,
I sense a whisper of love,
Maybe there is a God above,
To make all the whispers of love,
There is no glory in a world of dust,
We all know planting trees is a must,
I'll stand here, and feed my wild doves,
Indubitably, these are whispers of love........

Do you ever wonder,
Who would be so crazy to die for us?
After we've done so many things,
That by now, it would've misplaced anyone's trust.

Do you ever wonder,
How wonderful this person must be?
To do somethings that are impossible for us mere humans,
And be beaten and nailed to a tree?

Do you ever wonder
Why He had done it for us?
It was all for just one thing or two,
For us to meet Him and to show His undying love for us.

He stripped down
All of the layers
Protecting my heart and soul
And then left.
I'm lost, scared
And I don't know what
To do.

I sat down
To write a poem about
The way things used to be

But I can't remember
Much before dinner
So that thought's eluding me

Then I thought
A poem about
The life I'm living now

What came across
Was one big yawn
Perhaps a bit too loud

Then it occurred to me
Maybe the poem should be
Set in the near future

Before I even began
That light grew dim
So that path I didn't venture

Now here I am
With pen and paper in hand
In this conundrum of what to write

Until that time
The poem I find
I'll just kindly say goodnight