have you ever thought
that i might have my problems
that i cant deal with this anymore
or that when i take a walk
im running away from my house
but not my home?

honestly, I've never experienced something that truly belongs in a fairytale..
until now.
romeo was charming the towns girl couldn't deny
if only juliet wasn't in the picture...
that's the day she decided juliet must die.
juliet had it all
beauty, kindness it continues on
that's why it was recognized sad when she took the fall.
she was in love what was she meant to do?
she was tired of crying every night,
i just wanted to be you.
now juliet has gone, or so the towns folk hear
romeo is hers now
so she hadn't shed a tear.

melancholy beats
that's enough for me
a little spark
in the lyrics
really helps me breathe.

We used to hang out all of the time
Sleep overs when we used to stay up too late
and act like your parents couldnt hear our too
excited conversations that weren't correct in grammer
I miss the times we were drunk
Not on alcohol but on friendship
and while we were together,
nothing else and no one else mattered.

in this thing called history,
something kind of represents our story
     we were slaves of love
     down, warm in the south
keeping heat; getting beat
being worn out
and when I heard those words
slip out of your mouth,
we went to war
*just like the north and south

and she was so caught up in her own sorrow
she forgot a friend
who's happinesses she "borrowed"

So perfect but flawed at the same time
Like this poem will be
It probably won't rhyme
If it does it will ****
Because I'm trying to think of words
And I'm just kinda stuck
Writing my feelings, though you probably don't care
So if you're on my page and you don't like it at all
**beware

shake the frozen dew off yourself

wait for that sun to make you new

grow and thrive! that's my advice

though it isn't easy, flowers look nice

You
Me
No more people
Not even three
Just you and me
Walking along the sea
Talking about things of days
Walking in a salty haze
You look at me and then
I wake up
Sad and alone again

i promise
i quit
if it hurts you, i won't do it
all of these promises
have been shattered
so should i believe you
when you say
stay, i love you.*
you've went back on your word
so many times
it's not fair for me to stay anymore

today, somewhere where it smells of corn and fire, there was a man in the moon.

his smile was shining and there’s no denying the rhythm in his shoes.

everyone smiled while passing by and listen as I say there was a moonshine twinkle in his eye.

the old man with the clippy clappy tip tappin shoes, dancing under the moon for me and for you.

I think it's funny
when people's lives kinda fall apart;
when people believe their awful jokes are funny;
when couples break one another's heart;
when all people see is a sky that's sunny.
Especially when they believe big dreams come just like that.
I hate when they lie.
Oh come on;
**I think it's funny; I'm just like that.

it's ok
I understand
the nonsense you go through
and with every given chance,
you heal

As I sat in the cold hospital gown today, I couldn't.
As I sit, now, in a comfortable curl, I still cannot.

It'll come, in time, as most things do.

I bet someone’s fallen,
       you just never knew.

Because it’s me,
       I’ve fallen for you.

kiss me with passion,
deep want in your eyes.

hold me with love,
the cause of relief sighs.

taste me, the *****,
right on my lips.

and then a taste of passion fruit,
following each and every kiss.

If these cold, cold, bitterly cold snowflakes
turned into kisses,
a constant blizzard would take over you.
If the winter were love,
we'd embrace it like none other.

If snowflakes were kisses,
I would mold one giant snowball
and throw it right into your face
to knock you down
so we could make snow angels
because we're in Heaven.

The woods are
Lovely;
Dark;
And deep;
But I have
Promises to keep
And miles to go before I sleep.

I’ve felt love?
maybe not, but now i do.

**the beauty is, that I’ve found it.
and he found me.

a poet is a special human being
we share our stories through our pens
our tears, our joy, our fun
we enjoy telling of our dreams
and even wandering through some.

Although some experiences may leave us pretty  weak
we continue on with our strong words
and we carry one another through the
decent storm of letters that's oh so very bleak.

please babe do not go
he sung over the telephone.
he was thousands of miles away
and he just wanted to let his
love know..
its almost here, im
running fast
baby do not run,
just think about our past.
the wave will catch you
anyways, so please dont stress
just allow yourself to feel
our love and God will
care for the rest.

**at that moment the phone went
silent, after a real 'i love you'

as I see God's artwork before me,
I find myself looking for countless things
to capture or take and selfishly
keep them for myself.

I don’t know
if it was fate
or a happy coincidence
that we were in the same place today
as we were in the beginning
Exactly 6 months and 15 days ago

I’m realizing there’s more and more I do not know.
Like how tall each mountain stands or which way rivers flow.
I think that maybe I’m clueless perhaps
clueless about the love that we have.

right now I have mixed emotions.
Allow me, I'll tell you why.
I have the most homework,
because absent was I.
But I also have him
what a wonderful thing
seeing his smile,
a bright sort of thing.

(but his blue eyes,
they make my heart sing)

And the worst little bit,
a sadness no doubt,
is that I am an ugly,
so with him I'm without.

how can you make me so happy, but I’m still so sad? certainly there’s got to be an explanation.

He’ll take her to the dance
why do i try?
Why do I smile,
when he makes me want to cry?
She’s the perfect princess,
he’s the perfect king,
I guess I need to redress,
and learn how to clean.

among the golden rays of cool sun
amidst the burning crimson of the beautiful trees
with the withering pumpkin
with the falling of the leaves that have died,

we fell in love.

I like it
a new way of writing for me
but I feel as if there's more to it than that
I wonder what it could be.
More intricate designs or a simple little mark
but some people may not
see this poetry as a hobby or an art.
I mark out useless words and phrases too
but a word that doesn't qualify for my art
may be essential for your poem, or for you.

I allow my thoughts to wander,
to a heaven scenario,
kisses, hugs, and genuine smiles.

*this is what warms me,
Lord knows I need the warmth
in this fall air

it's nice to know
that when I scream
my lungs out
but they only hear whispers,
you will be loud for me
*my voice

I’m under disguise, so you see right through me.
Kind of like clear *****, hiding in a water bottle.  
I hide, unknown by the foolish.
I wait to be desired upon.
Caressing the lips of the one that’s drunk on me, burning their hearts with embers destined to thrive into flames.
Coursing through their veins, in their blood, slowly poisoning them with my sickening sense of addiction.
Giving them a fun time for now as I pretend to be something else,
and I’ll save them a special headache for later, when they wake up and realize that it was me in disguise all along.

Love oh Love

honeymoons along the coastal shore

first anniversary fights, I won I Love you more

oh Olivia you look beautiful today
well thats what they say
when my hair is curled or done a certain way
not when its natural or messy
oh how I love your outfit
thats what they claim
when my shirt and pants are uncomfortable
or my shoes pinch my toes
i just wanna be you*
Woah
yeah ok
be the girl who has such low self esteem
that smiles and laughs every day but
cries so hard she screams
who can be afraid of herself and who she truly is
all because she's afraid everyone will leave
if she's anything less