I was a blooming flower.
You were thunder and rain.
At first you helped me drink.
But then you poured and poured until I sank.

She came in like a rolling cloud.
Like raging thunder.
Upon a dark horse; proud.
And wanting only to bring us under.
With destruction on her mind.
She rode her steed forward.
Through the wind.
Through the horror...
She does not stop.
She does not care.
She is made of shadow and wind and teardrops.
And she is here to scare.
We've all met her.
You know that.
For her name is Nightmare.
And she haunts our thoughts

The stars all shine,
every night.
No matter the weather;
they still give light.
Be a star and shine, shine, shine.
Don't ever go dark.
In fact, I think, it's time we blind.

To show love is to allow a glimpse into one's heart.
Their strengths, yes.
But also, sadly, how they can be torn apart.

Do you remember when we went in search of the ocean?
Where you told me of the waves that touched the sky; as if the two were woven?
Do you remember how we walked all that night, trying to reach the damp shore before dawn?
And how I fantasized about the many shades of blue water that was supposed to go on and on?
Do you remember our soft smiles of delight;
when we finally reached it before that early morning light?
Or how we stood side my side,
watching as the sun climbed to the sky, with silver lined in our eyes?
Seeing the sun and the water kiss.
Standing together... it was pure bliss.
We held all my brokenness with two pairs of five;
before scattering my sadness during that beautiful sunrise.
We watched as my sadness got swept up in the waves.
Disappearing forever with all of my pain.
It was on that day that I decided to live.
A life with real meaning and not one of sin.
I never told anyone what happened that day.  
How my heart found God and how you showed me the way.

You are iron.
Forged from fire.
You are a lion.
nimble and fierce.
You are a diamond.
Sharp and precious.
You are rare and beautiful and strong; like no other.
And, unfortunately, you are everything I never could be.

We break.
We lie.
We steal.
We deny.
We take peoples secrets and throw them to the wind.
Allowing them to be consumed by whomever shall catch them.
We laugh when others fall.
And ignore their pleaded calls.
We are monsters wearing human skin.
Wolves in sheepskin.
We are destroyers of all things good.
And yet we pretend we are all just misunderstood.
That our cruelty is somehow justified.
By someone else's lack of compromise.
We break.
We lie.
We steal.
We deny.
We are raising children to follow suit.
Telling them to, "only think about you".
We teach them morals that are wrong.
And dance with glee when they follow along.
We are in joy of another broken generation.
Glad that we could be apart of an already crumbling nation.  
We are sick.
We are sin.
Blind to our own parts in the worlds destruction.
We break.
We lie.
We steal.
We deny.
This world is ripping at the seams.
We are living in our own worst dreams.
We think we're safe from the end.
But that's a lie for destruction is exactly what we intend.
We are ruthless and dumb.
For believing we will be saved when, God decides to come.
And what really makes me disappointed
Is that our entire existence can be summed up in just four sentences.
We break.
We lie.
We steal.
We deny.

I'm always seeing poetry about loss, destruction, heartbreak...etc. It took me a moment to think of why we wrote mostly on these sad subjects. But then I got it. We write about our deepest and scariest feelings because poetry isn't just a form of writing, it's a way to let the readers and ourselves know that we all feel lost at times. And you you know what? That's okay! It's okay to feel broken. Because at least we're all a little broken together.
And that, my dear reader, is the most special part of poetry. That this hidden pain we all harbor can be shared in small rhymes and thoughtful words. We, as poets, can show that even, even destruction can be beautiful. That we can be beautiful despite all our hidden flaws.

There is no light. No sound. No joy. There is only the feel of my inner insecurities as they want to embraced me. Consume me. I close my eyes; and I let them take me.

How do you know
When it’s okay to let go?

How do you fly,
When you can’t see the sky?

How do you forget
When you’re always in that mindset?

And how can you still love
When you’ve already been disposed of?