when you cant think
of one topic
to write a whole poem
with fragments buzzing in your mind
all of them incomplete
but to put them all together would be
something anew
you write your thoughts
on paper or napkins
trying to impress
all that read it
but with no words
what do you write

it doesnt matter how many there is
i dont have to show how wealthy i am
you should loook past the roses and my wallet
into my heart
and admire the love and passion for you
all the love that rests
for you
in my arms and legs
my feet and hands
in my blood
which is the color of
red roses

with people on the mind
and words on my tongue
giving advice
and asking for it
is nearly impossible
as clouds of thoughts settle on my brain
my thoughts become foggy
and i cant think

with me beside you
and faith leading the way
there is nothing to worry about
any evils or harm that may
arise
will be vanquished
by our love for one another
there is no evil in the world strong enough
to break the attraction between us
so worry no more

The bridge with no end behind you lies the dust of fallen paths  clouding your judgment the river of ink calm as the breeze but wild as the beasts who still need to feed the light bubble of imagination flickering notions flooding the mind and then vanishing like the waves of the ocean in the afternoon as you begin to feel like a smart fool
a smart fool with no victories or defeats still swimming in thoughts you see a light with your family and friends smiling they die souls leaving their bodies there is no escape the bridge collapses your feet hang on to nothing your falling in place as people run and stop blurring around you there is no escape from the bridge that is no where

young rebellious,adolescent
hormonal stubborn ignorant
like evey other teenager
trying to find myself
trying to find love
unlike others I have a plan
to find a girl
to get a job
graduate college
have a couple kids
own a restaraunt
smart prepaired ready
willing able working
I have a plan
unlike others wasting their time to prepair
for the world to come
im only seventeen

what is the point in being
cruel

in a restraunt
a chef cooks the food
aromas fill my nose
chicken
fish
eggrolls
I wait for my meal
devouring the food like a typicall american
forks not wooden sticks
dessert children rush to the cookie
the paper is my dessert
words taste sweet
"by the end of summer your wishes will be complete"
the most confusing dessert is a cookie

pretty girls fill the school
all of them taken by men more attractive
the others to ****** to be with
single for two years
my sorrows buried in smoke
cigarrettes are my girls
the only one I can touch
that makes me happy
while I die

when no ones there you are
when times get rough you make them soft
when every one left me you stayed in place
a friend is all Iever wanted
for years i searched for someone who cares
and just now I realize
the only friend Iever had
and the only one I need is you
for sticking with me through all events
thank you