She's got soul
And debonair
A flow to her walk, and a rhythm to her personality.
She can be cold, but still care.

She's smooth and refined
Indulgent like a well made wine
A queen in commoners clothes
Bringing light wherever she goes

She's a little loud at times
And she doesn't often speak in rhyme
But we encountered each other right on time

She changed my life, that's why I wrote these lines

We promised to always be friends;
Since our first meeting at age 8.
You were adventurously crazed
And I reveled in your crazy.
I had your back from the very start;
As you have mines until the end.

Although, younger years were normal;
From 10th grade things weren’t the same.
When did stubble grow on your face?
When was “****” added to your name?
Did you hear the change in your voice?
I’m starting to feel so deranged.
I’m unable to feel relaxed with you,
But is love a path for us two?

I demand the feelings to cease,
But now I’m curious of what may be.
What if I reveal my puppy love?
Shouting I want more than a hug!
Yearning for your passionate kiss,
And you sensually caressing my hips.

I gather courage to tell you.
Confessing my heart’s lustful truth.
Your manly face reads confusion.
As mines read “Oh ****! I’m losing…
A big smile spreads across your face;
And you say you’re feeling the same way.

Second hand love:
Have I come this far to be a second hand love?
where is my rose, where is my morning smile,
where is my goodnight kiss and
where is my number one guy.

Politics is easily the world's greatest circus
The only difference is the popcorn is your own
And that isn't cotton candy being spun my friends watching at home

But I usually don't discuss politics in my poems
But this election cycle is really pushing me to weigh in
Can we really just present some common sense this election?

Now, one thing a lot of candidates seem to lack is empathy
It's pathetic because if you hold public office your decisions affect the majority, not just a sect you see

But who am I voting for?
Well that's my business not yours.
Although I will say if he does get elected
We may see change by the score

We've all been there before
You find yourself cruising Down crushing ******* them road
Wanting to make that left into relationship city
You finally work up the nerve to tell them how you feel
It's not an easy feat because that requires a level of emotional detachment as well as nerves of iron infused steel

But as your spirits and heart jump into your throat
They hit you with that phrase that's more cracking to the heart than a certain "titanic" boat

"I'm not saying your not a good person, but I think we should just be friends"

Now, now there's a level of self doubt "Am i carrying myself wrong?" "Did they plan on doing this all along?" "Am i just a gateway to free food or free things?" "Is this the end of my hopes when it comes to dating?"

Now let me start this off by saying that you can date or not date whoever you want
But allow me to skewer the people that create the regular friend zone haunts.

Suspect 1. Is that ******* who has to have someone to date as well as someone to complain to
If you keep throwing water into the keel how do you expect to keep your relationship maintained?
If you have to complain to someone complain to your best friend
Not someone who wants to be in your significant other's stead


Suspect 2 is known by many names,
The player, the w-ore but all of them mean the same
This person is so insecure that they have to have attention on them all the time, maybe a bad upbringing is to blame.
But they keep giving others false hope, knowing full well their intentions
And this person can burn in hell or heck, or a super version of those places previously mentioned

Now both ladies and gents can play both of the two roles mentioned
So if you want to avoid drama among your circle, check those two who were mentioned

I’m sending all the letters that I wrote to you.
Each on paper; plain, lined or scrap,
in pencil or pen with misspelled letters
and scratched out words.

A text would have been faster
a tweet would have been easier
but I can’t tell you I love you
in any less than 3 pages.

So I’ll take them to the post office
and send them out today
they’ll make it to you first
but I’ll be on my way.