Supine
On the floor
Of an unfinished treehouse

I stare into
The glow
Of a Wednesday
Morning.

My sketch pad
And a few
Unfinished books
Scattered around me
Some are fiction
Others not.

I stare into the
The ever lightening
Sky, searching
For inspiration.

She took that with
Her.

I lost a sense of
What beauty is
When I no
Longer woke to
Her eyes.

Poems and sketches sit
half finished
And I lie half
-- of what I was.

In a world that
Has such a complete
Understanding
Of every
Morning
Breath.

I saw you at the bus stop,
hair flowing with the wind.
sounding like a beautiful song,
a queen without her king.

I said Hello, & you said Hi,
I knew it was love at very first sight.
We just stared into each other's eyes,
& we didn't wanna ever say goodbye.

I fell for you when you laughed at my stupid jokes, this became more than just a little hope. I missed you when we didn't talk on the phone, I knew you were perfect, you had a beautiful soul.

But now you got me writing all these silly little poems,
& in thought of you just forever hoping,
that you miss me too the way that I do u,
because it seems the words "I love you" are no longer true.

Maybe I'll call you, Maybe I won't,
this can't be real, it's just a dream.
It's nothing but a fantasy, Love isn't that easy or what it seems.

What happened to everything I grew to love about you? Your voice used to make my heart drop.. Now I'm starting to regret ever  saying hello to you that day at
the Bus stop..

I don't think I'll let someone in my heart again
It hurts so bad, so easily, is it worth it ?
I know my chest can't once more handle this pain
And I still can't find out any benefits

I won't be broken by anyone for any reason
I'll be my only confidant my own master
And this time, like a phoenix, I'll be risen
Cause no one will have enough power to see me suffer

There's something so very beautiful about the rain
At times it helps you forget about the pain
It stirs up the soul
Brings back so many memories
The first drop slowly trickling down your skin...
...Almost teasing you..
....Such a sensual feeling
How it washes away the dirt of the soul
Almost absolves you of your sins
It brings about an unseen freshness
The sight of raindrops falling from leaves is so arousing
The calmness after a heavy shower is haunting
And then you can sense it...
...The strong intoxicating smell of the earth spreading all around
The rain-soaked birds flapping their feathers
...Nature has left its traces all around
You can't help but marvel at the beauty of it
Forget about the world....
...Close your eyes and simply take in the magnificence of nature
And then as you sip your cup of tea...
And it rains again...
....and as you sit and look out of your window
Who knows when inspiration might strike you

'estimate: 443.000 people die prematurely from tobacco abuse'
i read from the crumpled cardboard box which holds the rest of the deadly weapons i often oscillate with *****.

grey ashes flutter around,
smoke in the atmosphere fades into the fumes of cars,
my eyes water
is it because of fog or cries?

i take a deep, long drag;
my mouth utters an inaudible chuckle,
tears burn my cheeks, i mumble shrieks.

sadness overflows my surroundings,
everything turns blue,
streetlights,
billboards,
faces;
rain floods my shoes.

wrenched in cold and shivering,
i wonder,
how many whom are stuck with the repulsive vice
deeply desire to die prematurely
because of some gloomy eyes.

if i'm alive one more day i'll be able to see the people who make life worth living

I scream
I cry
I plead
I lose
I pray
I beg
I try
I choose
I write
I sing
I dance
I play
But nothing leads love my way.