Hey guys,

For a long time I kept my poetry to myself. It was the only outlet I had to express my thoughts and feelings. Since finding this site and receiving all of the support from everyone, I've decided to create a website as another outlet to share my work. Mostly everything I've posted on here is there, with a few exceptions.

I'd really love it if you guys would check it out and let me know your thoughts. What you like, what you don't like, etc. I feel like everyone here has been a helping hand in it.

Thanks so much guys! :)

Www.reflectionpoetry.com

Sitting up late at night
Alone with my thoughts
Reflection mainly with a little bit of self torture
Taking responsibility for the mistakes I've made
Things I'd said that hurt others
Being inconsiderate of someone's heart

It wasn't just the bumps in the night that kept me awake
It was everything that I felt regret for
The walls I had built had started to break

Seeds of regret had been ignored for too long
Allowed to grow into inner demons
That robbed me of sleep
Stolen from me my inner peace

Sitting up late at night
Every night wondering
Will I ever fall asleep peaceably?
Will I ever be free
Of the demons that rob me?

So used to, I am now
Of carrying these burdens and this baggage with me
I wonder if I would ever know how to act
Without them breaking down my back

A sad world we live in
That just being a man
Can break you and keep you from something as natural as sleep
The wrongs we've committed and the regrets that we keep
Never forgotten but maybe forgiven
One day

Until then
I will sit up late at night
Spending time with a demon named regret

You love me. You don't. You care. I think. Ignore me. Love me. Confuse me. Ignore me. Confess your love. Make me smile. Take it away. Sleep with someone else. Make love to me. Let me cuddle you. You choose me. Ignore me. Cook you dinner. This is nice. You're nice. Ignore me. Rip me apart. You miss me. Walls come down. "I feel hurt". Ignore me. Begging again. Take me back. One night. It's not over. It's over. My reaction. His reply. "This is why." Ignore me. Soul cries. Love me.

Is there such a thing as wholesome in Hollywood?
Is there such a concept as real?
I've heard the press spread your secrets and assume your thoughts
Do you trust anyone enough to share how you truly feel?

Do you travel the streets of the world in amazement
Or only travel because you must
Have you ever held a woman and wanted her soul forevermore
Or do you only chase after lust?

Would you say you're like a bird
Free to fly with the world at your feet
Or would you say you're more like a circus pet
Caged, awaiting your next crowd to greet

Do you ever think about a different life?
Do you wake up and wonder if there's more?
I find it funny how so many wish to be in your shoes
I wonder if they'd still wish it if they lived every day behind your door