I don't love thee
To not live without thee.
I love thee to live
For thee.
My heart feels free
As I express my love
For thee,
Through thee.
I have loved thee since
The day God gave me
To thee.
You my gift.
Poetry the great bearer
Of this love I speak.
The great love I've seeked.

I don't talk, I communicate.
The words that are formed by my tongue
and exit through my lips
Have a meaning, not just a definition.

I am not silent, I chose to be quite.
I shall not just be heard,
You WILL listen.

I don't make a noise,
Just loud sounds of expression.
I do not argue.
I believe different.

I am not quite because I don't talk
I don't talk because I'm quite.
I don't talk because I choose to write

I don't understand artists,
Nobody does.
We understand art.
No one will master the art
of understanding another being.
But everyone can master being
their own being.

You praise all
The wrong things I do.
You worship all
My mistakes.
What will it take?
WHAT WILL IT TAKE!
For my flaws
To lose your attention,
And efforts
to feel your affection
What will...
WHAT WILL IT TAKE!

BRAVE are the ones
who fall in love.
STRONG are the ones
who stay in love.

Dear diary
Even to you, I connot speak
Because I cannot find the words I seek.
How can I pour out my heart
When my heart is empty?
All of my thoughts now comfuse me
All of my emotions consume me
All my friends use me
Their jokes no longer amuse me
I don't belong here!
I belong elsewhere
Where every word I speak is heard
I belong there!
I'm not sure where
But I belong somewhere!

Dear heaven
I beg you times seven
Let her in, and welcome her
Forgive her sin, and welcome her
Lover her
Love her like I loved her
Love her more
More than she's ever been before
Dear heaven
I beg you times eleven
Comfort her
Raise her
Dear heaven
Be her home
I beg you a million times seven

You talk to me like
you're talking about me.
You walk with me like
you're walking from me.
You fight me,
And you're excuse is
you're fighting for me.
You no longer love me.
You hate me.
No more whispering in my ear.
You whisper behind my back.
We used to be best friends...

Dreams
The more you sleep physically,the more you'll have them
The more you sleep mentally the less you'll get to live them

Give me you,
And tell me truth by the
things you do.
Give me false hope
by lendingbme your time
With a gift or sweet rhyme.
Give me you
And its you
I'll give me to.
Give me false hope
Then say its ok.
Then I hope one day
You'll make it more than OK.
Give me you
Until forever please say.
Give me false hope
When forever is a day away .

Smelling a sound,
Hearing a flavor,
Or seeing an aroma
It's the ability to dream
But when you touch a vission
Your dreams bocome reality

I'm perfectly miserable .
I'm unworthy of the things I deserve.
My boredom exited me.
I've tried everything
But options still await me.
I have said to much,
But not enough.
I wanna hold back
by pushing too hard.
I'm anxious to hear nothing.
Impatiently waiting to postpone.
I want to open up
by shutting down all that leads in.
I whisper a scream for help,
As darkness lights up my world.
All my answers end with question marks.
It will take a fatal disease to cue me.
And if love be that disease,
I won't resist to suffur.

I know I know the words
But I wish I knew the order
They belonged in.
Then I could tell you how I felt.