A cigarette and coffee
As I decide how to approach this day
Wondering if there will be hurdles to jump
What obstacles will be in my way

I try to be optimistic
But I know how life works
Not everyone is nice
Some people are jerks

But the sun is shining
I don't dare turn on the tv
Things seem pretty easy-going
I don't need that ruined for me

A lot of times we forget
That things are a lot better than they seem
Don't get caught up in the *******
Instead of living the dream

This waking life isn't as terrible
As some make it out to be
We just have to take time to notice
When things are right
Instead of just when they are wrong

Love today
Because tomorrow may never come

You were Fire and Ice
Naughty and nice
Loving you hurt
I couldn't be helped

I wish you were there for me
Like I've been there for you
But you're not
Because this is a one-way street
And you're headed the wrong way

We were young and you caught my eye
My eye was dumb and I knew it
So I pushed you away
Because you were too young
You fool! Get away!!

I avoided you as long as I could

But you found your way into my heart
I know exactly when it happened

I came home from the army and you were different
You were a woman
You were beautiful

Cut to the chase
I made you mine
I was happy about that
We were happy for that

We made a baby
Out of love because I loved you
You were there and had me
The whole time I was gone
Overseas with no one to know
I did have you and you had me

I came back and things
Slowly started to break
I was broken
But we were young

I was so confused
About everything
I put a lot on you
And I am sorry for that

I still want you to be happy
I always have
I am here and I made it back
That is an issue I have been dealing with
Since I've been back

But, thank you
For looking out for our son in my absence
I know this won't make it right
But you won't talk to me
Face to face
And remember,
I used to be your best friend

I'm still here
And I'm trying to make things better
I am
Only a man

Being a poet
Changes everything
The way you look and experience
It turns pain into beauty
It breaks down time

It speaks for you when you don't know what to say
It comes at times you can't sit down and write it out
It can keep you awake at night
It may offer you a smile when no one is there to see

Poetry is my outlet
It connects me with others that understand
I have made friends from other lands

When you need someone to talk to
And no one is there
The paper will listen to your pen
And suddenly, you know you aren't that alone again

Poetry has saved me from myself
And it's helped me save others from themselves
It has taught me to take time to really see things
For the truth
To notice the little things that actually matter

Writing poetry is therapy with no judgement
I am writing this to say *thank you

The moon is my lover,
He and I love each other like no love there ever was nor ever will be,
I share him with many a fortunate soul,
His love sprinkled amongst all our hearts,
Yet there are millenniums where he despises me,
What love is this? I ask the moon,
The moon stares at me with an unrelenting glare,
This love is one of neither time nor rhyme nor you or I,
But of our own big bang,
Both catastrophic and melancholic yet filled with eternal bliss found and derived nowhere else by no one else,
Not even those others whom shower me with  underserving love,
No our love is a Silverstone amongst pebble rocks.
An anonymous girl ©

It is a  r e c o r d
Of the sudden impulse of mind,
Where   s u b c o n s c i o u s  
Was caught on act,
Reminiscing some past you can't fathom.
And so, you turned it into words,
That existed in  e v e r y   p a r t  of the world.
You extend beyond the skies,
And kindle the galaxy in soft touches of ink.
You named all the stars,
In search for your  l o s t   s o u l ,
Disintegrating to something bigger,
You havent noticed.
From there you understand,
That the  p e r s o n  you are,
Could be someone  g r e a t e r.
With such blinding passion.
In keen  p o s s e s i o n .

All because of your subconscious
Hiding truth from you,
Your mind gets amnesia,
But the  h e a r t  keeps beating in rhythm,
Turning every monotone
Into   c h a o s   m e l o d y.
So you grasp for air,
And hold your pen. . .

Pounding into   s  p a c e  ,
            Letting  f r e e d o m  sink in.

And that's how words became,
So beautiful. .
Because that is YOU.

But somehow,
Some of us lose ourselves,
In between.

And that's how beautiful it is.
You stop, to admire it for a second.

**S o    b e a u t i f u l . . .