You feel a sudden shift in time,
but you do not want to admit anything.
So we lie in bed,
because that seems like the only solution.
I fall asleep in your arms,
you write me this *ecliptic rhyme.
Only one I can solve,
as the new moon and stars set.
I slowly can feel chills,
an emptiness consumes my every thought.
I cannot bare to hold it all in,
my knees and hands hit the concrete.
Blood runs from my ears,
I yell but nothing comes out.
All my missing feelings and emotions
come back and  devour  my breath.
I frantically take my fist
and carve 'help' in the dirt.
Falling back I hit my head on the tree,
you wake me up hours later.
You swear I am alive,
but everything is drained.

Letting Go
What happen with us?
You told me we would be together,
but apparently we aren't.
Did I lie or was it something I said?
No, because you ignore me now!
That night me and you met,
was the greatest of my life yet.
But look at today,
you don't talk to me,
or even acknowledge me.
Its like you want to let go,
even though I don't.
I see your shadow everyday,
and as I see yours.
While all this happens,
I wonder if I could ever let go.


Giving In
(featuring Leslie Foster)**
You look at me like I ruined you,
like I ruined us.
I wish  I know how to tell you,
how to tell you how I care.
I can't bare looking at you,
because the pain shakes my very soul.
I love you.
But my love will never fulfill you,
I don't know how to stop feeling so empty.
I’m giving in to my demons,
and I'm dragging you down to hell with me.
I’m sorry,
You don’t deserve this.
I just need help.
Please tell me how to stop giving in.

I worry (a lot)
when I think (of other girls)
about how they (shine)
sparkle and radiate beauty
and about how I could be (brighter)

(and) nothing hurts worse than thinking about
not being with (you) my love, my heart
because I know you (deserve the) best,
you are my (sun), moon and stars

I remember when I was around six
soon to be seven
We met on a plain grassy field,
the first place where our lips,
never touched.
You swore this was not a game,
but why did you bring the dice this time?

Oh what did I bring?
Nothing but this blanket covered in dust.
Was I too lazy to brush the memories?
No, I just could not imagine
our childhood being in the air.
I reach for your hand,
like a baby reaches for their bottle.

Silly is not?
Please just listen.
The crickets are still and accept us.
No coyote is howling at our skin.
You swear a tree is falling,
but how sure are you about that?

Now we are nineteen and
moving on to our twenties.
You swear that we have changed,
but all I notice is our age becoming older.
More memories with
our wings damaged.

My wings?
Oh, you care to know now,
they are shattered as you left.
I have one healthy wing,
the other is bruised and crippled.
Why?
You can answer that one,
with your memories and imagination.

She does not smile or frown,
she just sits there.
I wonder what she would say if
I really love her.
There is a fear inside me to
not even bring it up the same way
I used to.
What if she sees this?

What if

The fear shakes my stubborn heart.
I wish things did not change,
but everything grows new right?

right?

Tell me I will be okay,
please time is not always on our side.
She gives me hope
and replaces my worries with laughs.
So who am I talking?
She is the one that tells me to
stop and continue living on.
This poem is dedicated to her
from my heart to the world to see.

Dependence on or trust in someone or something.

Trust
Someone
I give myself to everyone.
Whether you like it or not,
this is my nature.
I wonder what life would be like
if I was different from
the differences I already possess.
Everyone is different in someway,
we must accepts this.
If you don't,
life will trouble you some.
You wish neglect was not a word,
but sadly I just told you.
Do not make this world only about you,
make it about others.

I will always depend on people,
yeah it hurts me.
So I beg you to stay a week or two.
because my strength is at all time low now,
and I need you.
I need you

Give me a second to gather all my thoughts, please and thank you

The thought of life is scary is not?
All my fears and demons laugh mockingly tonight.
Does that ever happen to you?
I have this crazy thought of
when we die.
So throw me a penny or nickel,
maybe even a quarter if you are kind.
All my unwell wishes deserve to be tossed away.
I cannot bare to hold them in much longer
and we are all meant to be creatures of family.
This world scares me.
I should not be able to change the view of you in a poem
You are you, love yourself.
I love me, but I am afraid you won't love me back.
tosses a coin *

What did you wish for?

They tell you life has many paths you
just have to find yours.
If you think it doesn't have twists
and turns, then you haven't tried anything new.
There's cracks and bumps and even
people on the side who ask to walk along you.
It's all your choice to accept them or leave them.
The path to greatest is not supposed to be straight.
Every time you choose something
your current path is split in two and you move on.
You might think what if I didn't
do this would I be even different?
Maybe.
Thats up to you to decide.
It's not a race to finish the road.
It never was.
It's meant to have your eyes ahead and keep
on moving forward because that's life.

Walking through the woods on a rainy day.
Everything around me is quiet.
I stop and look at every rain drop that is falling down.
Then, it stop raining all of a sudden and the sun comes out as if it was never raining to begin with.
It's a new day, new life, and all new experiences.
The woods are dry once again and I'm walking through.
Listening to the leaves crunch beneath my feet.
Everything isn't so quiet anymore.
I hear footsteps coming up from behind me.
I freeze in my place and hesitate to turn around, but I do anyways because the curiosity kills me inside.
I turn around and see a boy with a hood covering his face.
He walks towards me, putting his hands
on the sides of his hood, pulling it off slowly.
He stands in front of me and takes off his hood completely.
I look at him in his eyes and he kisses me.

You helping me,
now that is really kind of you.
Me helping you,
is what I strive to live for.
The day is nearly over,
and tomorrow begins.
Tell me,
did I ever once cross your
mystical fantastic imagination?
I will tell you,
you are always on my mind.
Does it **** me?
Absolutely.
But that is really okay.
You make the cigarette
last a life-time.
Oh, the time just changed,
did you?
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**I really hope not