singing now a silence
heard in eternal voices
she takes her place

Leave me here
Up on my roof
Where the sun kisses my skin,
And the moon takes my heart,
And the lights of this town
Make up the stars of my own universe.

I am feeling very 3 AM.
Restless and lonely,
Craving a love,
Or a friend,
Or someone to fill the emptiness
And silence that consumes me,
As if the clock is stuck at 3 AM.
I'm used to 3 AM.
But one of these days,
I will feel 11 PM.
Invincible and alive,
In love with love,
And filled with joy.
Maybe one of these days,
I can feel 11 PM,
Even when the clock on the wall
Tells me it's time to feel 3 AM.

It's edges are worn
Well loved pages
A tear here
Because of a careless
Barrower - a friend
A fellow book reader
Book lover
Lost in your words
Oh great authors
It's cover worn
But still intact
I'll read it every
Six months
It never gets old
Dog eared pages
When I could never find
a book mark
Now I have a collection
Maybe forty now
My favored book
I'll read it forever
Until I find another book
By the author
But still in my heart
It collects
Moments and momentos
Of my life
My first love note
Pictures of friends
Long forgotten
My scribbled ideas
And fragmented art
All my dreams
Both in sleep and in waking hours
And it is my hope
My good friend
My future
That it lives on
Each page
Every word
My favored book

Poetry
Pen in hand
Sheet of paper
Words in mind
But no inspiration
Forget basic sentence structure
Because of free verse
But is it really
Poetry
There is no
Rhyme scheme
No beat
Only clever words
Constructed
This way
There is always a part
of me
That wonders
Do they get it
Do I need to write this
No
I don't need to
And that's why
Just another line
A few more clever words
That hide
My second meaning
Poetry
A secret love
Of mine
I will always
Find a time
to write you
And dream
of the day
Someone will see
You and me
As more than
a girl with a pen
That scribbles out a line
Or two
Or the one who
Always has extra
Notebook paper
Because I
Never know
what will catch
My attention
And steal away
to your words
And you
To be more than
a dreaded part
of high school English
But you
Are patient
Even when you are
A dying great
But you live happily
In my heart