Don't look me in the eyes
search for my heart
Don't tell me what I want to hear
speak truth
Don't give me that smile
mean it
Don't describe the future
live it
Don't show up in my dreams
become reality
Don't think of me
be with me
Don't wish for that night
create it
Don't close your eyes
stay with me


Love me.

If there's empty spaces in your heart,
They'll make you think it's wrong,
Like having empty spaces,
Means you never can be strong,
But I've learnt that all these spaces,
Means there's room enough to grow,
And the people that once filled them,
We're always meant to be let go,
And all these empty spaces,
Create a strange sort of pull,
That attract so many people,
You wouldn't meet if they were full,
So if you're made of empty spaces,
Don't ever think it's wrong,
Because maybe they're just empty,
Until the right person comes along.

What is left
Sometimes
Is the best part

Not all
Of you
Is broken and lost

Through hope
And love
I became new

Because of...
What

You decide

Accomplishments
What a wonderful feeling of joy
That takes you over
Inhabits even the darkest of spaces
Because of one thing you did
That pleased yourself
And others
Most important of all...
*Congratulations

I love it
This feeling
Rest
For time is little
And there is never enough
For us to be happy
But if we lift our eyes
And stop
Look for a second
Look at the blessings
Look at your life
Look at what you have been given
Appreciate
What is close to you

I wrote a poem for her today.... No no no, thats no good way to start it.
"You are my heart beat and i couldn't live without it." Nope thats no good either.

I just want to please her.. Even my best attempt to meet her wouldn't be enough to see her. I crumbled it up and threw it away, I erased it all, all the words I couldn't say.

Maybe writing a poem would be the way. A crumbled up piece of paper, and all that is left on it to say "I wrote you a poem today"

If I told you I loved you today it would mean nothing tomorrow.

Blowing the dust off of old poems, some that were never finished because who wants to listen to love soaked poetry?

Wringing out my thoughts onto paper for someone to read them. Making sure they mean something so someone can feel them.

The world is made up of poetry. Some get the chance to hear it and some have the chance to write it.

Only the lucky ones can feel it. So drift away in my words and hold them tight.

Sit alone and read them at night. Fall into my words and land in my thoughts.

One thing is for sure, we all die. But our words and poetry have a chance to live on.