To write is to be free
Free from the restrictions
Handed to me
In a booklet that reads
**Life

My love
Is as sweet as honey
In my favorite raspberry tea
My love
Is as warm and comforting
As a fire during winter could be
My loves
Happiness is great
It sings sweet melodies
My love
Knows no boundries
Holds no limits for its hopes and dreams

My love
Is one of a kind
Though it doesn't stand alone
You stand there by its side
Holding me close, keeping me warm
My love
Has not yet spoken
So you have not yet heard
The eight
Letters I've been thinking--
Three syllables, three words

Your skin, slick with sweat,
Burns where it meets mine,
Which feels to be every piece of me.
It reminds me of the summers sun;
I lay still, afraid you'll fall away,
Your blazing fires with it.
Instead I sit and ponder;
It feels good to be under
Summers harsh heat once more.
My own flesh grows hot,
Blood rushes to give color
To my failing parlor -
I've gone pale, but you!
You've saved me from becoming weak
With your self ignited fires,
Warming me from within.
Lips fall open, tongue is held..
A thank you slips out.

Do I ever miss summers scorching sun..

Conflicted
Alone
Shattered
No home
Buried
Under all my own
Guilt
Screaming
Inside
Living
A lie
Crushed
Under the very walls
I built

imagine black satin and lace
imagine slowing the pace
and taking your time

imagine feeling her curves

imagine stealing her nerve

You cant blame me*
For being nice..

Whenever I would do anything nice
For anyone else,
It would always get thrown
Back in my face,
But for the first time
I decided to do
Something nice for you,
You said Thanks

I liked it.

So I did it again,
And again, and again,
Until your very definition of me
Was Nice
I thought being nice
Was the best it could get
It was wonderful and perfect
Until I heard you say something else

Pretty

But you never called me pretty
*Never me..

I know I'm not that kind of girl
At least that's what I say
Maybe all I've done is hide her far away
Buried her deep down inside
Tried to forget the pain

I know I'm not the kind of girl
But she keeps getting in the way

I dream of things forbidden and
Release is hard to find
Maybe that's the problem and the real reason why
Energy unspent left waiting over time
Drives you into a frenzy of no other kind

I know I'm not that type of girl
But my desires have too long had to hide

With the red moon rising
People are dying
Symbolizing
The birth of a new world

I'm scared of the silence
                                                 It speaks to me
Of dangers and demons
                                                 And monstrous things

It's haunting my nightmares
                                                 It sings me to sleep
Turning all of my fears
                                                 Into reality

the sky overhead
inky and star-filled
my soul on star fuel

You're a master at breaking down walls
And building people up
Until they finally start to believe
They're worth something after all

You're a true scholar for finding all my flaws
And nurturing them with love
Turning them into something beautiful
And never once causing harm

You're an artist of the mind,
Bending and twisting it to your design
So no one will ever be able to steal whats yours.

I was nothing but the easiest of challenges
Hardly a challenge at all
You broke your own record time
Trying to get to my heart
You even had me figured out
Before I knew for myself
You shaped my every thought
To revolve around you
And the worst part?
You have no clue
What you've done to me,
No clue what this will continue to do

I don't like it when you're not smiling
It reminds me that you're not immune to sadness
That sometimes there isn't anything to smile about
And that maybe only sadness has a place in this world
I don't want to believe people like you are unhappy
People who live a life led by their hearts
People who put others before themselves because it wouldn't feel right any other way
People who have already gone through so much hardship and always seem to come out stronger for it
When you're not smiling, it reminds me that people like you usually only smile because people like me rely on it
I rely on seeing you smile, the while knowing all you've had to endure
Just knowing you can still smile and laugh and live brightens my world
You make me see a hope, that no matter how dark it gets I can hope that there will always be a day where I too can smile and laugh and live a life lead by my heart
No matter what

there's no one quite like it
the voice in your head
it tells you you're pretty
than tells you you're dead
there for you in silence
there for all the pain
it picks up the pieces
it cut out of your brain

I wish there was someone who taught me
About the boys whose hobbies included
Breaking hearts of the innocent and naive.
I was unprepared when I met you,
With your dazzling smile, dimpled cheeks,
And bright, hazel eyes.
They tore down my guard, however frail it was,
In less than five words - All it took was one question,
One formality, to win me over completely.
I wish there was someone who could have warned me
That dazzling smiles and bright eyes are the best disguise
A boy can wear when they're trained professionals
In the art of breaking hearts.
But that time has passed, now I'm all yours for the taking.
I can only hope I'll be the one who changes your point of view.

No matter how loud I scream
It's not loud enough
No matter how high I raise the volume
It's not high enough
I crave to tune out everything around me
But something stops me
It's not enough
*It's not enough

I don't think people
Really understand
How close I am
To committing
And I know this because
No one has ever
Taken the time
To listen

eyes half shut and
lips parted
his sweet loving
coating
my tongue

my lips are numb

flawed, like a broken vase
beautiful, like the golden cracks on her face
spoiled, like her flowers left to die
forgotten, like just another moment lost in time

and like the ocean tides
that drift lazily away,
i look upon his face;
he makes sunny all my days,

and like a flower in the wind
with petals dancing on the breeze,
everything is him,
and through him i can be me.

There comes a point  in your lives when all you want is to float, without a worry or care, to simply wade through the pools of the oceans, wishing for nothing -- only to drown.

it's just another ordinary day,
another ***** up I have to erase
always weighed down with these mistakes
and tied to my toes, each a solid stone
and I'm sinking faster than flash
how I could know this was the last?
failing to breathe, yet doomed to hope
submerged, soaked down to the bones

and lost in the oceans
as forgotten as smoke

You remind me of the ocean,
a great sea ruled by the moon;
with calms before the storms,
the tides guide your mood

A doorbell ringing somewhere in the distance
Two sets of heels click-clack against marble floor
"Your  seductress  is here to see you, Sir,"
"Good, good. Send her in, and  *close the door."

I once knew this boy
who would walk miles and miles
just to understand
the reason she'd smile.

She thought long and hard
about being his girl,
but decided that he
just wasn't made for her world.

I don't like to admit this,
But once every year,
I summon all of my courage,
And shove down my fears,

I let my mind wander,
Let myself roam,
Through all the posibilities,
All the paths my life could go,

I find over time its gotten harder to say,
That I just might not want my life to play out this way,
Maybe I want just a little more for myself,
Maybe what I'm doing is poor to my health,
Maybe I need to work on my life,
Figure out who I am, what to change and whats right,

a friend I cannot hug, hold, or comfort much in any way
she's been hurting for so long and I'm really quite afraid
that the pain will be too much and soon there will come a day
I log in and see my friend is gone, lost to all her pain..

Are all poets
depressed, angry, and broken
or only me?

I always need to write a few poems at a time,
Because one may say one thing,
And the next will say another
They're both what I'm trying to say,
But I find that they're more potent
On their own

I want the people close to me,
to read my poetry,
and tell me honestly,
what they think.

I want the people close to me,
to read my poetry,
and truly,
understand how I think.

I want the people who I want to know me,
to read my poetry,
or else they'll only,
be as close as they think.

Roses are black
Violets are black
Everything is black
Open your eyes

and as the paranoia creeps in
settling between my *******
the hollow of my throat tightens
with weak and shallowed breaths
my legs, they shake and shiver
under the extreme duress
of not knowing if again his love will wander
leaving me a foolish mess