Passing time without a care,
see one thing that brings a stare.

White glimmer in her hair, can't resist the glare.
Why don't I know her, I feel like a square.
Am I more than just unaware?

Gain the courage before the stop at Times Square,
it's my one chance to ignite this unknown love affair.

I move in swiftly and consistently prepare.
I will not fail this time I swear.

One last straightening swipe through the hair.
She does the same, does she also care?

As I move in close I realize its like a mirage from Vanity Fair,
this woman has the looks to rise my sensory hair.

Greetings were made, and lives compared.
Suddenly I feel like we were distinctly paired.

We exchange numbers and I no longer feel obscure,
this is how I know I care. She makes me feel as though I am cured.

Innocent love so pure, will the banks become murky or stay clear?

I am not a woman
No, not a man either
No flesh so keep shush
Crossing borderlines
Of love and hate

Through letters
Perfectly distorted
By motion of emotions
Spilling ink through papers
I am born free to wander

My body is a story
Of pain and pleasure
Slipping through time
Yet keep sailing away
From oblivion*

-I am a poem.

the pieces fall into place
&
sometimes
the place falls into pieces

Inside I died,
refused to smile,
hurting others,
with a simple file

when she left me,
I thought I couldn’t be
my life went dark,
and my cuts grew sharp

it has been so long,
I tried to remain strong,
I grew weak,
and I became wrong

my life got heavy,
people leaning on me,
should I of given up,
or played strong

no one understood,
the hurt,
misunderstood,
but still I’m blamed,

I’ve cut and I’ve tried,
to leave the earth,
many times,
here I am 13

1st year of high,
and my girl by my side,
she says I saved her,
but she saved my life.