In this world of romantic dreamers called poets
We shall forever live in a poem
Where words run deep and periods don't exist
I think of you and my heart flutters
You are the most beautiful form of art I have ever written
You are the single rose I need
I am infatuated by the desire of wanting to be in love
We are two love struck teenagers
Watching the stars and whispering about love into the passionate wind
Promising forever against each other's lips
Keeping each other warm in a tight embrace of endearing romance
I dream of you the way one writes to breathe
I dream of you as if you truly were my lover
The more I write the more real we become
The more memories and moments I conjure up
You are simply a dream of my crush
This poem is written for me
There is no us
But I like to dream through string of words and poems
I am a hopeless romantic writing about a boy who will never notice her
But with every poem I write I bring us alive
In a world where no one can find us
This is all but a dream called a poem
Written by romantic dreamers called poets.

Have you ever felt bigger than your body?
as in your emotions swell to the point that your soul pushes against your skin
makes you question the reason you exist
have you ever felt big?
like alll attention is on you
like the world stopped for a momentt to laugh at you
critique you
make you feel alone
have you ever felt small?
as if everyone doesnt notcie you
steps all over you
the words you say fall on deaf ears
no point in speaking at all
have you ever not felt?
Have you ever
have you ever been alone?
have you ever
have you ever been without a home?
have you ever
have you ever had your heart stole
have you ever
have you ever
really
been

Tis a curse to be gifted
by the muses.
Why is it that artists go mad,
and poets are broken,
writers get drunk,
and musicians find themselves
smoking in the back alleys?

Fickle time
my torment
Winds up
my soul's lament
Time must pass
to enjoy what is to come
But the in between
is ever loathsome
Waiting through
agonizing slow cadence
The tick tock tests
my impatient patience
I urge the pendulum pace
to please advance
To the next moment
in your arms where we dance
Once together
again
With swift speed
the hands spin
I beg the gears
for a moment still
They pay no mind
to my wish and will
The only steady rhythm
of time I know
Is the constant of you
in my heart's tempo.