Time passin' by
as a wind
on a cool evening day
in Fall.
And besides me,
an empty,
untouched notepad
waitin' for it to be
touched with its love,
the pen.
Infatuated still
with a thought-
a dream,
that rests in a hopeless
place.
Miles and miles away,
still occupying
my heart and soul
each and every single day.

I have emotions
locked away in my journal.
Knowing when I die,
my ashes will fly,
but my written emotions
will be eternal.
I choose not to
let them free,
'cause I know if I do
they'll be on a
rampage.

Her spirit was
like that
of a flower:
So beautifully crafted,
so graceful,
so enchanting.
How her kindness
could
overwhelm
all the chaos
within one-self.
How she became
a reason
to smile,
even when you
had storms
following you.
The sun bathed
her with its rays,
the wind
gently played
with her soul.
She was the light
that gave purpose,
that gave hope.
She was the light
that broke the barrier
and filled
an empty dark shack
with pure
laughter,
happiness,
love and joy.

Oh yes..
Her spirit was
like that
of a flower.

Poetry.
Some are good
and some are bad.

WRONG

There's no such thing
as good or bad poetry.

Poetry is the heart's
only voice.
Are you going to tell me
that the heart
doesn't have the right
to speak freely
without being judged?

If you don't understand
poetry,
than you, sir,
have not lived life.

So as I was sitting down
in class,
a very old man came in
and sat down next to me.
And as I was doing my work,
from the corner of my eye,
I could feel him staring at me.
And with discretion,
I tilted my head
to see what was he looking at.
But yes,
he was indeed staring at me.
And so I asked,
"Do you need something, sir?"
and he replied,
"Sonny, I just look at you
and I think to myself,
'****. How I wish when
I was his age, I took my education
as serious as this young man is..'".
And as he said that,
a rush of warmth rushed through
my entire heart.
I smiled and said,
"Sir, it's never to late to educate
one-self."

Education is knowledge,
and knowledge is survival, folks.

And she found true happiness
after she decided she had enough,
that she deserved much more,
that her dignity was worth far more
than his lies and infidelities.
And only then,
did she find true happiness.
Her grace,
her dignity,
her self-worth guided her to,
who we all know as, "the One",
and found the perfect happiness
she always knew she deserved.

Although he knew he could not
have her,
touch her,
embrace her,
he was still madly and irrevocably
in love with her.

It did not exist,
nor was ever heard
of a greater love
than the love that he
had for her-
how he knew the right way
she should be loved,
how she should be taken care of,
held and be kissed.

The way his kisses burned
her skin with such a sweet
and tender passion;
the way it not only pleasured
her body, but her soul as well.

But she-
She soothed all of his
aches,
all of his scars.
How she were the only being
to be able to ease him
with just the sound of her voice.

And only at sunset,
that was the only
crack in the door
that he had to check
if she were doing well,
that the stars around her shined
when the clouds
hid away her broken heart.

At night when all is in silence,
suitors howled for her love,
waves crashing when they found out
that her heart was taken.
How only silence listened to her
babble about a love that she could not live.

A love that only the stars
could write about
for men to know about-
for men to learn what they have
when they have it-
for men to love and cherish
the love that they have
in their hands.

A love so beautiful.
So profound, so genuine.

I crave for a romance
so enriching
filled with passion,
kindness,
and understanding.
Somebody
that I can grow with
spiritually,
emotionally,
physically,
and most importantly
mentally.
A partnership where
two souls become as one.
Ying and Yang.
Two people who are
different,
yet so alike in many ways.
Something most people
search for,
for an entire life.
In previous lives,
and more lives after
this life.

Live* before you die.

With the moon
shining bright;
all of my secrets,
all of my sins,
the night keeps.

The perfect night
with my sweet lover
solitude.
The seducing caressings
from my mistress,
my bed.
The comfort and supporting
that my girlfriend,
my pillow,
gives me.

A beautiful and simple night.

The crickets serenading
with their harmonies
so sweetly
to the stars that shine
so bright.

When you can hear
the echo
of a soundless
and peaceful night,
the darkness
blanketing you
with its warmth,
and
when you can hear
the clarity
of your voice
inside your head.

A beautiful and simple night.

How she could
always
glance onto
the beach
for hours and hours
at a time;
her thoughts
lost beautifully
deeply at sea.
Escaping her reality.
The clashing sound
of the waves
soothed her
to the very core
of her
existence
while the breeze
of the ocean
played
innocently with her hair
as if they were
two small children
running together
happily
whilst holding hands
with no worries
whatsoever.
How her face
was
translucent
enough
that you could tell
when she missed
the ocean
and its mysteries.

I wish that I had known in
That first minute we met
The unpayable debt
That I owed you.

Because you'd been abused
By the bone that refused you
And you hired me
To make up for that

Walking in that room
when you had tubes in your arms,
those singing morphine alarms
out of tune.

They had you sleeping and eating
And I didn't believe them
When they called you
A hurricane thundercloud

When I was checking vitals
I suggested a smile
You didn't talk for a while
You were freezing

You said you hated my tone
It made you feel so alone
So you told me
I had to be leaving

But something kept me standing
By that hospital bed
I should have quit but instead
I took care of you

You made me sleep all uneven
And I didn't believe them
When they told me that there
Was no saving you

So you say that you're
"anti-bullying"
and although that is
such an amazing thing,
I must tell you that
you are absolutely lying.
And the reason why I say
that is because even though
you do not harm nobody
at all and kind to others,
at night,
and you cannot deny this,
but at night you bully yourself.
You start telling yourself
that you're no good.
That all that you touch
turns to dust.
That you're a luckless fool.
And yes.. you're kind to others,
but you're a bully to yourself.
So why beat yourself up?
Be kind to yourself.

**

You'll be alright, love of mine.
        That I swear it to the stars.
            And whenever you lose hope,
                simply look up to the sky.
                   You will be safe.

At first,
I felt that being
in this class was
a waste of time,
but as I kept attending,
I realized that
education is education.
That knowledge
is knowledge.
And who knows,
maybe this knowledge
could save my life
one day.

She was a lost soul,
but wherever
she walked,
stars,
without a single doubt,
glowed.
Leaving a trail
of demons,
her heart endarkened
by her past,
but her hope-
her hope
guarded that last
glimming little dot
of happiness.
That was her defense.

You two look great together.
Some may even say
a match made in heaven.
He's my best friend,
almost like my brother,
and you . . .
You were my everything-

This relationship was my
Armageddon.

The two most important
people in my life
committed
the most horrendous
betrayal
known to a man's heart.

I was fooled, I was played.

Both of you grabbed my heart
and just destroyed it;
y'all tore it apart.

My soul,
my smile,
my everything
was just an illusion.

I loved this woman,
heart and soul.

And he,
who I thought was my brother,
knew exactly how I felt
for this woman.
He knew I wanted to give her
my name.

But they both schemed
a plan together.

Traitors.

And now I'm here,
drunken with anger and hate.
Asking myself,
"What did I do wrong
to receive this fate?"