Red is blood,
Blood is red,
What difference does it make?
Roses bright,
Thorns *****,
Fangs bite,
Thirst slaked,
Queen of Roses,
Queen of the Un-dead,

Roses are red, Violets are blue, Ultra-violet burns, While roses bloom.

You know it’s nice this time of year

To write letters

To find inspiration in fallen leaves

Though fall is like winter when you have your head in the clouds

Ideas falling out of your mind like stars

And I decided to write to someone, something out of reach

Well first I want you to know it’s a pleasure to meet you

And that I am bad at greetings

I also cannot hold eye contact for long periods of time

That and I kind of am a shy person dressed in confident clothing

So pardon me if I am a little unresponsive

But , I do open up soon enough

I don’t know how to start this letter

So let me start with that I will love you unconditionally

I lost you already huh?

But just offer a listen

I know you’ve heard it all before

But I am willing to place all doubts aside

I have pre-written vows

I will love you,

Cherish you

And because that smile is so great I will through a sandwich or two in there

I won’t be blind to your feelings

We will always be working alongside each other

Sorry I am acting weird

I am sort of not used to this

I’m running out of words

Forgive me this idea is close enough to touch

Though you seem so unattainable

But I cannot help but smile when I hear your name

I’d hold your hand in winters chill

I wouldn’t place a price above the love we’d share

You and I will be synonymous terms

We are one…

Fate doesn’t show me the script these days

So I don’t know how we will meet

Nor when this will be

But

Please accept this letter in advance

I seal it with the my heart

Sure I’m falling tough for something that may not be in my reach

But just know, I may not be that girl that is “bad”

Or the chick to say is ****

Families love me though…

I don’t know when this will be,

So until then I’ll trace my lips in lipstick

Smile and hope you’re out there

Hope to see you soon…

When I was young
I spoke in a broken tongue
In a weak tune,
I pleaded,
I needed,
To be understood.
No one
took time
or patience,
to understand
No one!
Besides her
We are best friends
We were raised in a broken home
For she sacrificed and stood alone
not completely alone
but with me.
She sacrificed her own life for mine
I will never meet a woman who will ever be as kind
My sister is my guardian angel, in this broken home.

As I stand on the shore of the mighty ocean
I feel the hidden message
lessons to be learned
I watch the tides roll in
high to low
low to high
Life can be the same way
Tears fall
your eyes may become cold
I see a flock of seagulls fly as one
I, myself have chosen the path of the lone
Great Wolf
Although I dreamed of being a part of a pack
The problem was that it was only a dream
the moon appears through darkened skies moves
A perfect romantic scene for some
While the lonely only dream for  a chance
For that dream
The ocean with a hidden message
Are given to the ones with an open heart.

The Rain Moved in
Standing frozen in time
Tears with swollen eyes from pain deep down
Frozen heart
Frozen heart at the present
His dilemma standing on the wide open, the rain moved in,
Wetting his face dampening this grip of reality...
The rain.

Pull and tie into a bow across your chest
connected to helium filled balloons
against the nature of my being
gifted with wings

late night runs to the 7/11 with those kids you’d stay up all night waiting for the sunrise with. in the parking lot, you’d sit on the curb and drink slurpees, but not feel satisfied, in fact you’d feel kind of empty. and you realize; they’re leaving, ready to go on their own journeys without you. they’ll be having midnight adventures, driving around the downtown streets of philly, singing the music you love, and talking about the girls they used to love. in their dorm rooms, you know they’d pass around a joint or a beer bottle and talk about the bad times they had in high school and the good people they met there. maybe your name would come in passing, but never anything more than a slip off the tongue. the idea of them forgetting you hurts, but you laugh because you realize they’re still standing here with you. and that’s what should matter right now.