Dimples on her face,
Walking long miles without her,
Pebble in my shoe.

I just want to share my old works. If you like to read one, please just copy the link and paste it on the new tab. Thank you so much. :)

1.) *"She Is My Poetry" http://hellopoetry.com/poem/she-is-my-poetry/

2.) "Only Lonely People Write Poetry" http://hellopoetry.com/poem/only-lonely-people-write-poetry/

3.) "When I'm Making Love With My Poem" http://hellopoetry.com/poem/when-im-making-love-with-my-poem/

4.) "I Am No Poet, Only Poetic" http://hellopoetry.com/poem/i-am-no-poet-only-poetic/

5.) "I DON'T LIKE YOU!" http://hellopoetry.com/poem/i-dont-like-you-4/

6.) "MIRЯORED" http://hellopoetry.com/poem/mirored/

7.) "Spare Me Some of Your Love" http://hellopoetry.com/poem/spare-me-some-of-your-love/

8.) "Patience" http://hellopoetry.com/poem/patience-40/

9.) "My Knees Convey All Of My Solemn Apologies" http://hellopoetry.com/poem/my-knees-convey-all-of-my-solemn-apologies-1/

10.) "i[F] yo[U] [C]an't find a [K]ey for [HATRED]." http://hellopoetry.com/poem/if-you-cant-find-a-key-for-hatred-1/

11.) "Hello Poetry" http://hellopoetry.com/poem/hello-poetry-6/

12.) "FANTASY" http://hellopoetry.com/poem/fantasy-11/

13.) "A Night For Which My Heart Still Remembers" http://hellopoetry.com/poem/a-night-for-which-my-heart-still-remembers/

14.) "Everytime We Kiss" http://hellopoetry.com/poem/everytime-we-kiss/

15.) "a raven" http://hellopoetry.com/poem/a-raven/


*~Will you please tell me which is the best?~

a raven, alone in an old empty church
living by the silence of the pale moonlit night
soaring into the sky; crying on a silver birch
of seeing other creatures being recognized,
a raven, captive of old echoing vows
seeking for a better place; wings are broken
if only the whole world is listening now,
this raven might whisper about its existence.

Echoing voice of the moonlit night
Foresee but unarmored from past,
Fragmented heart of broken lights;
Unraveling miseries already did last.

Drowned by tears of years were lost
From crawling those diverging roads,
Victim of dying embers found his cost;
Resemblance of faith is in the woods.

But God above guided his way home
And dry every little river in his mind,
Mournful shadows are still unknown;
Embers of souls are always in divine.

Perfection.
I miss.
Whose name I trace on my lips with my finger tips.
Such sweet bliss.
Thats you.
My morning and my lovely moon.
But your absence is agony
And I fight to breathe,
But air that lacks your scent is not fresh.
Nights without your voice are just as good as deaf.
Wake me from this coma.
Save me from your silence.
Forgive what it seems like and see whats hidden in plain sight.
My love.
For you.
Is more infinite than the universe.
Hold my hand until we find its end.
Together.

I don’t like you.
When the wind blows and I think of you,
I hate it.
I don’t like you in a way
that you always make me worry.
I don’t like you because when I really miss you,
you’re still not missing me.
I don’t like you like my eyes;
they’re no good for me,
I don’t like it when you’re the only one I see.
I cry. I sleep. I wake up.
I think of you, and I hate it.
I don’t like it because it only reminds me
of how you love someone else
when in fact I’m here, waiting for you.
I don’t like you like the moon,
which disappears when the morning comes.
I don’t like you.
I hate you.
I don’t like you when you smile at me,
you’re only taking my breath away,
I don’t like it because I know
those smiles are not made for me.
But most of all,
I hate you so much
because you’re still making me fall in love.
I don’t like you!
I don’t like you simply because I love you!

I got a call before the news even knew.
Frozen cold sweat and fear.
I stood at my desk able to do nothing.
I watched in horror at the live feed on my computer screen as I knew what she was going through.
She was there, and I wasn't. I couldn't.
I watched helpless in horror as the people scattered from the glass that was shattered.
I could do nothing but pray.
To watch people die is not a vicarious way I would want to ever live.
She tried her best to finish, but the race ended, even though she gave all she could give.

I need to watch this to get out of self.
Why must they die so we can see why?

You feel the same as I do.
Don't deny.

Ever wonder whats behind you...?
That scratch, that itch, that feeling that tells you there is more?
That there is something we're missing?
The emotion that makes us push towards something we know we should be doing?
We never know what it is, but it is always there, in every human being.
Is it the "I need more."?
Is it soul?
I could never tell, and I will never know.
Just move for it, wish for it, strive for it, try for it, drive toward it.
GO.

What do I do with this pain?
Should I rip it from within me and
stick it in a blender?
Toss it aside and let it grow while
it destroys itself?
Take my longing and misplace it!
Someone will find it and make a better
host anyway.
I am not good company,  not even to loneliness.
Perhaps it will feel neglected and leave on
its own accord.
But when it does I’ll chase it down
and beg it to give me one more chance.
Because nothing makes me feel
more alive...
more human.

You will be my ultimate destruction.

Nothing can dismantle me more than
the wicked bitter sentiment of longing,
the decomposition of my being that counts
the second for the day you fix me,

the sweat on my brow in the morning from
dreams of you,
the smokey echoing memories of the past,

the loud promises we made that are still ringing,
the sweet vowels that rolled off your tongue like honey,

the pronunciation of my name:
a warm bath you could blanket yourself completely in
as you simply go under.

Drown in it if you could,
I would hold my breath forever.