Late night conversations about sweet nothings,
I feel as though he is just -something,
Something so goofy and unique,
I smile from ear to ear as he speaks,
I stay up almost the entire night and day,
It would be easier if he were to be next to me and stay,
He says we practically read each others' minds -telepathy,
I can go on and on about his sympathy,
We make funny faces all the time,
He is what I call  -a dime,
Not a dime's worth nor it's size,
It's quirkiness and shine,
And to end this poem is hard - just in a few lines,
His eyes and smile fill the room with light,
There is not one thing I regret from these,
*-These sleepless nights.

Beyond my existence, they spoke.
Inscrutable of my mind to understand.
Within their dauntlessness, I realized;
I have been incapacitate word by word.

I felt the agony of my emotions.
I hindered my pride of being sturdy.
The depression empowered my strength.
The glint from my eyes turned into broken crystals.

The bright blue skies are now somber.
Earth's flowers and crops withered.
All the lands have fissured.
Every river had bifurcate into multiple streams.

Generally, I am known as someone strong.
I am capable with any misery.
But now, all my journals have faded blank;
Thus, I will await a new chapter.

I am going to disregard my past.
I will mold in my hands a new and better future.
I will make the skies blue and the plants alive, once again.
I will be strong.

in my coat pockets you will find:
a bunch of crumpled up receipts scribbled
with love letters i thought of reciting to you;
a pack of cigarettes that i feel is more
for the artistic sense than the addictive;
a mini-lighter on which i wrote the name
of my favorite rapper; and
a beanie she bought me only a year ago.
i’ve taken you on seventeen dates already in my mind
and i think i can imagine the sound
of your voice when you say
“i love you” and the shape the creases on the
edges of your lips make when you smile
back because i said “i love you too.”
but this is only my imagination and sometimes
that ****** thing just runs wild.

If I had to give my son advice,
To, on his little life, shed light:
I'd say don't do drugs, and if you do.
Do Class C in the mornings,
And Class A's at night.
If you're gonna do it, do it right.

If I had to give my son advice,
To save his little heart from pain:
I'd say never love at a distance;
Your heart will succumb to a lonely bind.
For words, are far too nervous,
and probably won't get there on time.

If I had to give my son advice,
So his smile remains a genuine jewel,
I'd say be sure to marry a writer.
Smile as much as you possibly can,
And if they feel it worth defending
They will rewrite, and edit out your problems,
And give you a happy ending.

You were the burning sun in my world
Now my blue skies have all turned dark
But I know we can work this out
Just let go of all the doubt
Got my mind made up and I won't let go
Though I'm constantly fighting the urge to succumb
I'm traveling this rocky road all alone
I hope you understand why I can't pretend
that I don't need you here with me
I hope you know I can't break these chains
I crave you, breathe you, see you in my dreams
I'll never be able to replace you or fill the void you left within
You said you'd never leave me
But I look around now and you've disappeared
So I cry and I still try to save you because I can't escape you
Don't you know I love you?
Longing for you makes my world seem hazy
And the pain is killing me baby
I'm scarred so deeply time can't erase the pain
Why you coming at me?
Why all this struggle and strife in my life?
You said you wouldn't hurt me
never lie
But you used me
and it breaks me hard as still you abuse and
All this suffering won't suffice
Yet I'd still do anything to have you by my side
But now I'm standing still for my own selfish sake
for I know not what direction to take
I'm waiting for a sign
To show me if you are still all mine
Guess I'm waiting to see
If your love has finally ran out on me....

They fall like heavy rain to the street below,
impacting the lives randomly as do they stop,
tore to pieces, lumps, a stain on the now
crumbling wall, They were just drinking tea,
then the rain fell and they were no more.
The drops fell everyday, rickety shelters in a
garden false hope, but what hope was there
when the noise of incoming clouds could be
seen and heard so dark as they floated by,
then the rain when it fell, rubble now where
lives where lived, as what was inside now
strewn about.

The heavy rain did fall, where it fell fire
breathed and destruction was the music
of the day, a symphony of of mayhem on
a grand scale. Streets run red and black
lives were lost to the rain randomly each
day, you lived each day as if it was your
last for when the rain fell it took you in
a moment or you wished it took you in
the blast.

As injuries from torn skin bones smashed,
would you survive luck was the friend, and
death took many away for when the rain
dropped and the buildings burnt with those
like wicks burned alive. It was a terrible time
and may be again never forget those that
pasted and for those that lived on ...