The following are three random poems I made up today

                                                                My Shirt

Red, black and grey
are the colors of my shirt today
It matches my shoes vans
A pair of blue jeans
in between
to represent my blues


                                                         ­                Comp Book

I started with 100 sheets
now there are 78
free from the mesh of madness
hidden beneath the grates

                                            
                                                                ­            Hats
I don't like to wear hats
well, I do like beanies
but this nonsense over fitted caps
is just an excuse for people to be meanies

she writes letters
in different colored ink-
it's the same line
after line-
and each time
i'm selfishly saturated
with sadness.

if only my feelings could change-
like the ink
on the pages
that separates us,
but who am I kidding?

...we've always been seperate.

devoured by denial
while she swallowed cold air
that ate away at stomach lining,
what b vitamins would've done
but she shivered, veins
pumping life lessons
during the black outs
when the wall stubbed
her feet 'til she
couldn't walk and all
the lights went out

and there it was, a statue
maintaining hatred
glowing with demands
forcing structure
atop a pyramid of
filth and gold
and mountain rock
gliding over the city with
outstretched hands, a superhero
corrupting the coast
reality transcended
against the sand and wind

A biting cold gnawing at the bones

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                  ­                                                                 ­                             Freezing the marrow at the source

                      



                           



                              ­   I dare to be so bold to wear a T-shirt

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                                                            ­                         Body fluttering like a sparrow in the devil's hour

    


                                                             
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                        There is nothing like brisk air to shake my mind from despair

                                      

    





                                                     ­                                      and rile my body

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                  ­                              I will seek and find an excuse to leave my lair.

It's kinda like finding out that
Romeo and Juliet must die-
It's the realization that
the only way to have snow
is if it's freezing.

I never asked for a "perfect" love-
I asked for an honest one.

I can handle the tragedies,
And the freezing cold;
The unfolding beauty that comes after
is worth it-
but don't ever,
ever tell me
that it's not supposed to be this way.

"it is supposed to be this way..."

Naive to believe
that there's nothing that i can't handle....
Although,
In the scheme of things there's a few things that could break me,
But all my heart ever cries for is honesty-
I can accept that Romeo and Juliet must die...

I can hear my wrist watch beating in my head like a constant reminder of you- tick, tick, tick, tick. And  I'm not complaining but it would nice to know if you think of me too. My room is silent again - the kind of silence that you can hear, I'm not sure if its true but in hoping you think of me too. It's the middle of the night and I lay awake writing- I'm not trying to be rude, but am I the only one fighting? Don't get me wrong, I'm not in a hurry, I'd wait five hundred years if Iknew not to worry- that one day- you will or won't, be mine.

I had a cat named Snowball.

        She died, she died.

Mom said she was sleeping.

       She lied, she lied.

Why oh why is my cat dead?

      Couldn’t that Chrysler have hit me instead?

100b in the lobby made them hungry
as they imagined him bound like a burrito
and tranquilized so they snacked
on jawbreakers while ******* their problems
into eachother's
face

it's horrible of me to look at him and be in lust
for everything about him
to long to be in his arms
and get lost in his eyes
oh those bright, beautiful, blue eyes
that make me melt and freeze in the same instance.
and oh how I wish he would share with me
the way I have shared with him
the intimate and dark past behind me
how I have cried to him and asked of him
and always he obliges
but not a single tear shown to me
or secret even crept from his lips
oh those wonderful lips
I wonder how they feel
against my own, against my skin
or how sweet the sound would be
to hear those three worlds
I Love You
a symphony written for only me

we have stolen the night together
not in passion
but in so many words
so many glances
and even the question
will you ever love me?
but no.
I have broken that which I wish for daily
when I had him as mine before
I tossed him aside
crushed his heart
and stole his trust
i cheated.
I was young
and in love with another boy
another fool
who made me smile and feel on top of the world
but then took my all
as it had once been taken before
I was lost with him
but too afraid to be without him
...
but long has it been since that chapter was written
and the first man, oh how he has grown
and changed
yet not...
he accepted me
as a friend,
back into his life
kind to me every time we talk
every time I act like a fool
.....
i have apologized so many times
but he says it doesn't bother him
I was just a child
....
how young and stupid I was
...
and now I watch him
love another
ironically with the same name as mine
so how bitter sweet the words sound
when he claims "I Love You Taylor"
my heart races
skips a beat even,
but it is not for me.....
it will probably never be

how horrible of me to think of him this way
to get lost in the thought of his arms around me
or smile when I even see his name...

He is my friend
whom I love....
More then he will ever understand...
I just hope and pray for his happiness...