I bleed on paper, and you try to decipher it like they are words. There are no hidden secrets in my writing. Just a guy behind his phone trying too hard.

Your twilight shadow danced among the stars. To each step my heart pounded as my ears took in the sweet symphony you played on my heart. As midnight passed you vanished into the depths of my imagination, only to text me you love me the following morning.

Death marches through every bodies life. It rolls through your family, it takes your favorite memories and in the end it takes us all. Death has no emotion and sees no pain. Write down every happy moment so the day death takes you, your memories never go forgotten.

Don't be offended by hurtful words. The fact that the person is taking the time to tell you shows they have a little interest in you. Take what they say and embrace it, because in the future they will loathe that you are strong.

Your writing has staggered off path. Don't force yourself to write literature that only makes sense to you. Let your pen and paper guide you to what needs to be said. Forcing a poem will only lead to wasted time and frustration. Life is too short to force anything. Ride your emotions as if they were a theme park. Let yourself flow with them and become part of them. Your emotions know how to write, so let them see what our world is like.

Baby please don't be afraid to show your true colors, I'm color blind anyways.

This feeling is swallowing my very being. Every day I feel a striking pain but no particular area is the cause. I've taken medication, but no medicine can help what I have. I wrote my feelings on paper for you to read and you just burned it to the core. I drink shot after shot to **** what hurts and it only makes me see my demons and they yell profanity and curse my writing. I am no poet but an outlet for the less unfortunate. Let me show you what pain really does when you release it through ink.