Is there anything more wonderful
Then being part of the poet’s corner?
Lucky am I to be a poetry lover!
A romance novelist used poetry to ponder
A story that changes and transforms
One’s heart.  Is there anything more wonderful?
Joining a poetry site, I blundered
My way to writing a poem, oh what torture!
But lucky am I to be a poetry lover.
Many offered their support, allowing me to discover
My path and slowly my writing became stronger.
Is there anything more wonderful?
So many inspired awe and wonder,
Giving me strength to claim my own corner,
Justifying my becoming a poetry lover.
To those who offered encouragement so tender
I offer my thanks and give honor.
Is there anything more wonderful
Than becoming a poetry lover?*

Kelly Rose
December 29, 2015

As a addict with a pen,
who's addicted to the wind...
The waves mean nothing to me.*
But know this i'm addicted to you
I have tasted your mind
and I cannot forget its flavor.
The first time I kissed you,
I was hooked.
Addicted to you.
I could never love anyone
the way I loved you.
You are my sugar rush,
my ******* bliss,
my illegal high,
my perfect kiss.
I will wait for you,
because I don't want anyone else.

I thought that I would be happy to find
What I thought to be the end of my search
Distraught, a sad, and lost, tailless feline
Whose whiskers when in dark will make me lurch
Instead of clear and happy carefree days
The tempest that I feel inside my being
I question if this is the right of way
Results I heed are sitting unforseen
To tumble back to where I once began
Traveling to a wider range of sea
I’ll cast my line with bait of truth and love
And see what type of rarity will be
Maybe this catch will be willing to stay
And i’ll vow not to fish another day.

tell me what you need
and when I cannot find
one of your necessities
I'll reach inside myself
search around corners and under beds
and offer what I've found
you're free to take any part of me
I've meant to declutter anyway

Listen to your heart they say.

But what if your heart is stupid?
What if it can't make decissions.

What if your heart is too broken?
What if it just tries to harm itself

What if you do listen to your heart,
But then get told that, it was a stupid thing to do?

What if you listen to your heart..
Even though you know you shouldn't?

You get hurt, but you'll just do it again..
Cause that's what they tell you to.

Make my heart cold
Make it icy
I don't want to be so red
So ****** and beaten
Every time I fall too hard
And every time I bleed out
Emotion emotion emotion

It is my greatest strength
And my fatal weakness