she won't tell me the name
she tells me to guess
I'm not good at this game
I'm excited for sure
but the question that kills me
is one that will be revealed when its **born

are you sad
maybe unhappy
is everything you want to do
simply turning out bad?
maybe add Him to your everyday life
and from this you'll learn He doesn't
want you to experience strife.
so take a moment dear,
listen
and oh boy a better Christian life is what you'll hear.

Silly me to think of hope,
I'd be less confused if
my head were filled with dope.

your skin is velvet, soft beneath my quivering touch, too nervous, or lack of the warm, earthy caffeine that I’ve gotten too used to? you taste like passion and berries, hibiscus, silk among my tastebuds and lips, they’ve never experienced something so enthralling. you sound like a waterfall, strong, beautiful, triumphant, jumping over the edge. the edge of literal glory, and I’m really truly hanging onto you. as the water of your voice gushes over the edge, we jump with it and plummet into the darkness of perfection and satisfaction.

a little girl's journal
just covered with dust
filled with a mind so naive
the lock; rusted with broken trust

I hate myself entirely
for not really taking you seriously
when you offered an embrace.
I have wished since then, so desirably
that you would ask for the fourth time.
For the past 3 times
I thought you were joking until I saw your face.

And now I guess I've missed this opportunity of just a simple hug
because now you're with her and all I can do is shrug

tip tap tapping of a keyboard,
       hours better spent.

her mother's dad told her to go,
       so there she went.

so lovely and eager to please,
       sacrifices ((time with her son.))

a beautiful woman and mama
      simply working to hear "well done."

our first kiss may as well have been our first kiss goodbye.
I’m drowning tonight,
hand me a baguette and wine.
Jack, Jim, all of their friends,
been workin on me,
but can’t you see,
I can’t drink you away?
Not tomorrow, certainly not today.

You said our love was true,
now I’d like to be downing something,
something with a strong alcohol proof.

i was fighting
im tired of hiding
my love for smoke
im quickly smiling
really trying
to be myself
ah
im quietly screaming
loudly dreaming
i wish i would have spoke.
my mouth closed
my mind open.
am i supposed to feel alone?
cant i walk away,
even as i choke?

do you see that boy? that one is mine.
Let me paint him for you:

His eyes are the impossibly beautiful ones. The kind that aren’t one color, but thousands of shades at once. His eyes are worthy of drowning in.

His hands are the type that know to protect, but to never overstep their boundaries so clearly drawn. The type that might be cold, especially when they aren’t tangled perfectly with my own.

His hair is like a sea of midnight, with parts of the waning crimson of dusk shining through. Soft, like the moon’s glow, and long enough to smile into.

His skin is pale like fair moonlight against the dark shadows of the world. His skin is soft, but not too soft. Everything perfect to touch, and to kiss.

His lips are perfectly... perfect. When they’re twisted into a smile from a laugh from a joke or comment I made that wasn’t even really that funny. ((His lips are best when they’re writing beautiful words against my own.))

he is perfect. in so many ways.

I’m done with your garbage.

          Pack it up,
Tie it shut,
                      And. Take. It. Out.

as i look up into the sky
i think about many things
besides the overwhelming
beauty of the stars above.
i think about how
comfortable the cooled
grass is beneath me.
i think about the sunrise
that will come soon enough.
i think about how warm i
feel even though im chilled
by the night.
but as i drift away with the
stars at the suns awakening,
i allow my mind to wander
farther and thoughts of you
fill my dreams.

mysterious man on the boardwalk
who are these men in dark cloaks behind you that chose to stalk?
mysterious man if you know them why do you scream?
are you afraid of their malicious scheme?
if you scream don't keep walking then stop
for the men might **** you
then dead you will drop
mysterious man you must've stood quite a while
for your picture is made and viewed by the hour

even though I was working out the problems
and trying to figure out whatever chemistry was between us,
you managed to take away my breath
when I was suffocating already.

But why would I care about this Will that's not about death?
What did he do?
Pick oranges, anyways?

He left me on a stormy night
My eyes were filled with lightning strikes
I close my eyes imagining him
My warrior in all *white

Alone
Me
Never again shall I see
That beautiful loving face of yours that used to be
To you I used to cling
Now a sad song I sing
Walking home
All alone
To where we used to be
My love I miss you
But do you miss me?

I got a henna tattoo.
It’s a cute infinity sign with “forever” written as part of it. it’s in cursive.

I got it because it fascinates me.
How forever is a small part of infinity and how neither should have to exist. Nothing lasts that long.

Except love and hatred.
I have the one that makes me sick to my stomach when you’re sad and I can’t fix it.

sometimes I hate,
I'm only 15.

Believe me when I say that
I love you
because boy it sure is the truth.
I love how one look
in my eyes allows you
to read my emotions and make me feel better.
I love how your
sighs and shrugs make me laugh
as we walk through a too
crowded store.
I love that even when our time
with each other is over,
I hold on to every second
of our hug, as I feel you do the same.
I love how you get me
every word, look, or laugh
we share a heart and a mind
and I love you for that.

papers will burn eventually
their fire will rise
it will hush the smoke
because it always gets the credit

not asking for a lot,
but will you be the friend
of mine that I can just
casually fall in love with?

Honestly though
I've been asleep too long
dreaming of nonsense
continuing to stay drowsy
and drunk on my dreams

good morning little boy
bundled in blue,
today is beautiful
and so are you.


a gift from heaven
that God perfectly made,
you are worth a price,
it was very well paid.


two parents just smiling away,
oh baby boy,
how you've made their day

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*its my writing's writing that makes my poetry alright

there's nothing like a chilled breeze
that simply swifts through the leaves.
there's nothing like the colors above
that are falling with me, I'm falling in love.

Obviously clumsy
Living with it well
Indecisive for sure
Very loud and over excited
Irreplaceable one of a kind
A** bad poet that pays no mind

I hate that I'm truly so sad,
but I'm the friend that's forced to
make a laugh because the others have it 'bad.'

she allows the raindrops to get their way with her. they’re allowed to touch her in any way they please, running from angle to angle, tracing her curves like no human ever could. and then, when they’re done, they soak into her skin, down to the bone.

her feet dance, almost involuntarily, to the beating drum of God’s thunder. He knows how to play, He knows how to get her to move, in heart and by feet. she’s always loved the rhythm of any drum, but this one, from the sky, was much more special.

I think that she connected with the storm so well, because there was one raging inside her as well.

Hey. Hi. Hello.
Go follow my friend
Kyleigh F Goss
she is knew to HePo

want to leave?
that's up to me
not to you or anyone else.
time to keep
the waves and good beats
I am keeping this all to myself.

I'm made to disappoint
what's the point?
please tell me
just tell me
I really need to know,
don't you see?
my blue neighborhood is just for me.