we have a history
the people I've left
and the 'lucky' ones I've kept.
I've left one because loving hurts so good
I've left him behind
in a quiet neighborhood.
There he will find peace
and maybe just maybe
our hearts will feel at ease.

I know what's coming
I hear the sound of distant humming

                 My last breath is arriving
All around me death is thriving

                 My heart is shriveled up
Why am I crying? I'm grown up
    
                 The war has got the best of me
Now I die beside the sea

                 When will this war be over?
Then as I rollover

I take my *last breath

for there are many stars that dot the sky
and there are many tears fallen from your eyes
among these stars, surely one wish of mine
will come true, so here's a few wishes for you.
*i wish that you could see
what a beautiful person you are to me.
i wish that i could be there some how
to hold you and help calm you down.
i wish that you could have a break
a vacation from this big headache.
i wish that i had never lied before
then maybe you wouldn't be crying in the floor.
i wish you wouldn't apologize, i am your friend
and even if you push me away,
i will stick with you until the end.

I needed someone safe,
like springtime.

I fell in love with you,
summer rain, summer dew.

I fell like leaves in autumn,
pieces of my heart, you caught em.

My cold tears had fallen like snow,
I really loved you but it’s time to let go.

lies
When I believe them
I like the idea of them
Then it's not true
And I fall *apart

when she found herself broken,
she still managed to stand.

when she realized that life bites,
she grew a strong hunger to fight.

when everyone left,
she found her Best Friend.

so, when love bites, when life bites,
scoot away from it all, and closer to God.
Because God doesn’t bite.

I dreamed a dream so pretty
But it was about self pity
I was all alone
In a land so far away
Right beside an ocean bay
On this little lonely island
The colors exquisite
But there was no one there to live it
So alone I set
And there I wept

Youth
The beautiful silk of youth
was still running through her voice

today i saw a thing,
something that caught my eye
i was shuffling down the sidewalk
as
c o n f u s e d
as could be,
when I saw a dull like flower
just.. staring up at me.
this flower had been abused,
fooled by its own love
it had been brutally stepped on and bruised from some careless person "above."
and you may find this funny, but maybe you'll understand
but i*  *heard  that flower

when i speak its words, i speak them for a few
some harmful things in life just don't make sense
**and i can only hope this flower's story can help you.

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

Is it not crazy
how one, tiny baby
can change your life
in such a big way?

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

Dear Little One,
What Is It Like
Being Happy All The Time?
Having Everyone In The World To Play With,
And Hearing Angels Chime?
A Beautiful And Strong Voice Telling You It Will Always Be Alright,
Even When Down Here, Countries Are Having Fights?
Little One, We Miss You, But We Know You're Happy In The Sky
Tell Me, Is God An Awesome Guide?

For the first time in a long time,
it feels and looks like Christmas.

Last year, I gifted my heart to you.
This year, you still have it and refuse to give it away,
it's your most prized possession.

And I think that this year,
because you've given me everything I could ever want,
will be the best Christmas I've ever had.

We all have material things we love, do we not?
A lot of them are now forgotten and lost
blankets
      books
           keys
              and even toys
but i will share a secret
a secret of a story you may know as well
in it is my favorite lost thing and here i will tell
but i don't care about the stories of lost toys
**because my favorite thing that is lost is that of the lost boys

its weird that you continue
to give my heart and stomach
butterflies after all of these years
of getting to know you.

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.

Love oh Love

honeymoons along the coastal shore

first anniversary fights, I won I Love you more

aren't you lovely?
Except, I already know what
you'll say.
You'll deny what I tell you.

Maybe you're humble,
too kind.
Or maybe you just
have stardust in your eye.

And now everything's beautiful
with the lovely golden kiss of autumn.

I'm tired of hiding behind a wall,
holding my head high,
not letting my chin fall.

I'm sick of putting on a show,
making them smile and laugh,
maybe one day they'll know.

Head held high,
and thoughts held low,
maybe I'll cry, maybe you'll know.

your fingers trace beautiful paintings in my skin, and your lips write poetry like silk against mine.

But you’re the real masterpiece,
         and honestly, I thought that I was the artist.

"When I was a kid.."
"You're still a kid"

Then tell me
how is it fair that you expect me to act like the adult you say I'm not?

and to think it all started
on April the 3rd.

it was fun, I guess that’s true.

but I didn’t even make it a month,
at least not with you.

With only the light
from a far away screen
you held out your hand
and your eyes said "dance with me"

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."

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

When I said
A few words
You thought I meant
What you heard
Except what you heard wasn't about you
I tried to say this and now our relationship
Is quite askew

your moon is my moon
it watches us both on a warm summer night

it shines proudly upon us as we trace each other with fingertips, sending chills in waves across our moonbeam skin.

it illuminates our most secret loves, kissing like no one is watching. (besides the moon, no one is)

I guess that no one watches because no one cares about our moon lit heaven.
But the moon watches.
The moon watches to see us fly and fall.
We fall in love all over again.

"Goodmorning"
they say
"Oh what a wonderful day?"
but when i just reply
"morning"
they dont even notice the
frown im wearing