I remember my first time writing on here
I was nervous, scared and a tad naive
This is my stomping ground
My battling
My push to give my everything
The constant vibrant words being heard
Now a poet grave yard, deserted
I miss my poetry home
The loud boisterous words constantly being thrown
I came back
It's my dysfunctional love, all I can say to that
I feel Sentimental, never wanting to leave
There should be no reminiscing about poetfreak
Although, we stand here grieving

Hush darling,
Don't moan out loud.
Tell when to stop this,
Tell when you had enough.

Like that darling,
Tap the table but not too hard.
Feel the rhythm,
Dance  the beat.

Because this won't end soon,
before you knew it.

dizzy from the onslaught of the springtime I thank
my lucky stars for strings and steamboats I thank
my quiet mind for resting sometimes I think
my lungs are stretching in your absence I worry
that I ask too much of you

At first it was so good
for it seemed forever and endless,
I even wrote a book
for I was restless.

Who would have known
maybe it was no more,
but it never shown
and it was already torn.

I gave it a thought
and knew it shouldn't be brought
as it was nothing
we just wanted to make it something.

my love for you was more than a feeling,
for whenever I'm with you we will be flirting,
but you never paid attention
and i only needed your ascension...
to grow in the middle of calamity
and prosper even when things are hard.

I just gave it a thought
we don't belong together;
and I'm glad for what we had together.
I had to forget about the rest,
thinking I'm trying the best
but the results were the same
now i think I'm insane;
for loving you so deep
while i cant even sip
a hot drink.

The opportunity we had wasn't least,
but it was the last.
ever since i gave it a thought i see life in a new way
its like I'm driving on a free way...
it all happened after I GAVE IT A THOUGHT.

Scars, the stars have fallen
Your black hole soul casts a shadow
longer than the night
Sometimes you have to bleed to fight
You ask me to free you from the curse
Did I make it worse?
I go it alone
I want you and I to have a home
Maybe in desperation we are better off alone...