I don't want to live anymore,
It hurts so bad I can't take it anymore.
I fight to survive,
for a life I don't want.
And I whelve on memories,
that I never had.
Somewhere in some other timeline,
I can feel happy without snorting a line.

My beautiful boy I never dated.
Sweetheart that gives me butterflies.
He thinks he is just a boy but he is my
salt in the sea,
warmth that you feel in the summer.
Love that you wish to receive.

Dead trees,
White snow,
Green pines,
And a long way to go.

I have so much love to give,
But none to receive.

For young/new writers,

                                                  The best draft of your poem is the first.

              Self doubt is the number one cause of death in poets,

                                                               So don't drown in worry.

         Swim in it calmly,
                                                      
                                                            Like a swimming pool.

Action speaks louder than words
I beg to differ
Ideas start out as words
They work in tandem
For every old and new cliche
Words have been my friends my entire life
A great comfort and a redirection
An amazing friend even now
We create and craft with them
They have taken me to heights I never imagined
Yet,The Power of Words
Eternally grateful of time and understanding
An overly sensitive and sometimes creative me
With the Power of Words