How often
have I wished
upon
a
late night plane

I offer you nothing...


but my words


and

my heart.

It's time for spring to come,
I have had enough
Of the snow and cold winter nights,
yes they're beautiful,
And everything shines like crystals in the winter,
But I want spring.
I was born in the month of May,
The heart of spring to me,
And I feel this tug of anticipation,
As spring comes slowly.
March is always in like a lion,
And out like a lamb,
Well that lamb better come soon,
Because I want spring to come,
And make everything new.

She looked like the joker
after some
very serious

kissing

"Not yours"
Poured out of steely tip
to dip beneath my epidermis,
now it's permanent.
And never been more
true.

The changes in my life are crazy.
My vision is getting hazy.
I turned eighteen.
I had a realization.

I can no longer just allow myself to lounge.
I have so many plans to scrounge.
One mistake could be the end.
On my conscience my life depends.

My glass walls are fooling no one.
They can see right through them.
I've been thinking a lot.
I have been hollow and full of absolutely nothing.

Confused is an understatement.
Stressed is a great term.
Crazy my way.
I don't care about things.

Do I actually care?
I tell myself not to.
I live life without a care anymore.
I've been happier than ever.

The confusion is the worst.
It's getting hard to take.
It's so difficult to move on blindly.
My path is a choice.

I choose what I am doing now.
I choose to write for my life.
I choose to be myself.
My choice worries me.

Ian
Kevin
Morgan
One for strength
Two for smiles
Three, my heart
My Holy Trinity
worship, adore, flourish

Would that I could dream
I could picture
nothing
quite as  beautiful than you
no flower
with thy bloom
nor scent
it's caress against my hand
would seem so rough
compared
with thine one sweet hand
no bird song
nor babbling brook
could seemingly replace
the gentleness of your laughter
for tis the very essence
of my every
waking thought
like a sensual lullabye
no tree swaying in the breeze
could dare to match thy matchless grace
for your every movement
like the shimmering heat of the summer sun
playing light upon the watchers eyes
if I could but dream I should never dream
such beauty such as you

I claim the moon...

capturing it
softly
within my glass of wine

Chilled by night twice warmed
by my trembling hands

I touch it gently
to my lovers luscious lips

that she too
may share this night
with me

forever

in a kiss.