Disposable likes

Dispensable loves

I wish I could throw it all away.

Somebody tell all these recyclable guys
To step down from their endless pride
and just be sustainable- but reusable for later

Reducible heartbreaks

Reprized 'I love you's'

I wish there was a safe way to get rid of our minds.

Without polluting everything around our youth
Because none of us want our children knowing
That one day they might be susceptible to that typa thing...

The world would be such a better place if we didn't waste

Maybe if we all knew

Sometimes we need to dispose of things the right way;
Instead of putting in on top of another pile-

It would be.

I've been swimming all my life.

Treading; Floating.

Inside the infinity of all infinity pools.

Yet I never learned how to swim-


                                                                              Until I learned
                                                                              I could drown.

When I'm writing a poem
I feel at an all time high.
Beautiful words
On the rim of my crystal glass

I'm drunk

When I finish writing the best line the world has ever seen
I look over the mountains of emotion
Sad times
On the tip of a golden spoon

I'm intoxicated

Looking over my works at night
Reflecting
Reliving the memories that cloud each sentance
My life
On the tip of everyone's finger

I'm finally alive.

Why am I so

Unbelievably unimportant to you?
Are my gestures of kindness
Too much for you?

Are my average amounts of attention
Towards you
Too Suffocating?

All I have done to and for you

Has been and will be in your best interest.

I've been with you
For ages now.

But I guess all time is limited
Because importance in the end

In all its importance-

Becomes unimportant.

I love your animosity
The way you hold your amnesty
Higher than your sanity

But at the same time
You don't know you hurt people
But I guess you've never felt anything yourself.

I loved your generosity
Until I found out it was publicity
Oh,
The audacity!

Your sins are reckless
But I suppose family is timeless
I still love you..
Though you've made me heartless.

The beat of my life abruptly was on pause;
For my passions were out of reach

I was out of service-

In the middle of nowhere;
Inside my mind.

A lovely little poem
Written under a willow tree
The leaves tickling your soft head
Your skin
Caressed by the soft touch of it's soft sisters
Flowing down the branches
The pen runs smoothly
Across a perfect piece of paper
Resting blissfully on your favorite pair
Of memory-lane jeans.
You feel nostalgic as your poem is about someone you love
All the lovely times you've shared with them
Coming back to you under such a lovely tree
With your lovely head alive with emotions
What a lovely little poem you've written.