Lips of velvet and skin of satin,
I long to wrap myself in the comforts,
Of these lavish fabrics,
Your hair smells of wildflowers,
So I fill my home with them,
Petunias and lilacs and daisies
All to remind me,
Of you
The wildflowers on my kitchentable are wilting,
Yet still, somehow, retain their life.
Just as the love I had for you, too,
Slowly wilted, and started to die
The pedals soon start to fall,
As too do memories of you, me, and of it all
Stems are starting to bend,
Reminding me once again,
That all good things, such as you and I,
Are only mortal, eternally ******,
That all good things, must come to an end
But there's still the future to look forward too,
I need to look forward to that, instead of reflecting,
On what could have been

she's out there, waiting for me,
Oh, it'll be such a sight to see
Her, with windblown hair
And emerald eyes,
I'm just a lonely poet, it isn't fair
That she will not be mine

I'll wander the globe,
Searching for the smile,
That will make the globe worth traveling
I'll cross the seven seas,
To find her on an unmarked island,
Awaiting the return of I,
the man she never met, but fell in love with,
Over and over and over again,

Her breath will smell of spring,
Her body will tempt the most solemn of Gods
She'll wander the street, flocks of men at her feet,
and she'll say
Nay, Ronnie is the man for me,
A certainty, this dream shall be
A dream, most certainly,
That plagues me every night,
always hurting me...

Darkness surrounds you,
the sounds are now mute
A faded image of once was,
a collage scars and blood

You all are detastable,
I remain unphasable,
Mentally unstable,
I live above the labels
You place, on each other
you're filed into the wallets
Of the man that runs your bank account

Seventeen years on this earth,
but what's it all been worth?
I've lived through sadness, absurd
I've lived through happiness, for sure,
Expression through my words,
It's been a good life, I concur

Seventeen years, one thousand dreams
I'm simply busting at the seams,
With ideas, and beliefs,
That I want to share with the world.

It's just after midnight,
The bell has sung it's song
Gotta get to feeling right,
After so many days of trial

Let loose,
Let the alcohol take over,
Come through,
I need to cure this case of sober

It's a party, it's a party,
everybody's turning up,
Though it's just getting started,
I wonder if it'll be enough,
To take you away,
To take away the memories of my brightest days,
With you,
Intoxicate me...

The wanderer has seen many things,
In his many years of travel,
Many songs, he likes to sing,
While he lets his thoughts unravel

One foot in front of the other,
He looks at the clouds he's under,
He stops, to look,
And sit and wonder
What's become of his father and his mother

Still, he travels on,
Searching for the rights to his wrongs
He grows ever fond
Of the mountains he passes,
That stretch so long

He is the wanderer,
He is the wonderer

I want to write a poem,
But there's not much to write about
It's four in the morning,
My eyes droop heavily as I type,
I'm exhausted, and worn out
But that's on my own account,
stay up all night, sleep all day,
A teenagers sleep cycle,
I always fight to stay awake,
But it's a battle I rarely win

This is a poem, about a character I know,
Moving so silently, as if air were her toes
An orange flash in the corner of my eye,
Hear the bash of something falling,
In the middle of the night

She stalks the bugs that float past my waist
Jumping through the air, killing,
Leaving nothing to be traced
A little satisfaction, before she washes her face
But before she takes her nap, there's flies to be chased

I hold this girl close to my heart,
She keeps my company, when I write my poems
Sitting on my lap, in the darkest of the dark
If you havent figured out, who this poem is about,
The honor goes out, to my feline friend
The one, who sits at my feet, and calls again

Tick, tock, goes the clock,
Racking at my ******* brain
Tick, tock, goes the clock,
Waiting for the break of day

I'm being driven to madness,
By the tick, tock, of the clock
Diving downward into sadness,
Listen tick, tock, of the clock

The buzzing of my ceiling fan,
The hum of my computer
This is the mind of the ******
Insomnia, never came sooner

They look me in the eyes,
My demons,
They leave me feeling paralyzed,
I'm dreaming,
No
This is far beyond a dream,
Oh, far beyond what it seems
A place of inner reflection,
Battling all my fears,
Head on, with no protection,
Except the strength I've gained.
Throughout the years

When I look in the mirror,
I see in my own eyes that,
The monsters are growing bigger
Thrashing, crashing in my head,
Leave me hopeless, sweating,
Keeping me awake in my own bed
The monsters fill me with dread,
Thrashing, crashing, inside my head
They **** me inside, leave me thinking that I'm dead
I've listened to the words they have said
When they're thrashing, crashing, inside my head