don’t take my silence as the feebleness,
i am not sleeping-
just taking a nap.

the water is warm
the sand is soft
the touch is wet
the air is hot
she is bathing in love
—in love

An old man sits alone in a chair in the garden.
And dreams of yesteryear.
And thinks of friends that have passed.
And the wife that he lost so dear.
Now he feels so all alone.
He prays to God to keep him strong.

The wind is blowing softly.
The golden sky is calling.
Lovers come lay underneath me.
And wonders the eyes will see.
Nature treasures are everywhere.
Happiness fills the air.

An idiot is harmless,
Until that idiot falls in love,
Then they’re willing to do anything,
For the person they’re in awe of.

Whether its building a new world,
Or burning the old one down,
They’ll stop at nothing,
To give their love a crown.

Now if that love fades,
And they are left weeping,
They could take one of two paths,
Both will leave an empty heart unsleeping.

Path one is war and rampage,
Destroy everything in their way,
Path two is depression and tears,
They may cause their own doomsday.

Either way an idiot is harmless,
Until that idiot falls in love,
And if you happen to cross that idiot,
Beware for they do not care, they are deprived of---------

I rid myself
of every shard,
every little piece
that reminds me of
you.
Knowing
one day;
there will be a me
put back together.
complete
and whole.
a me,
you have
never
touched before.

There is pain within this heart
My pain within my sadness though my eyes
My eyes are like a burden as clear as crystals
The pain in my soul
The soul that is layered with shields
The shield are a new necessity
The only way to survive
But there’s still pain
Pain that will someday wither away my soul

What if you don’t need a paper and pen
To write a poem
What if you are the poem
And I am your words.