The love poet of mine
the first time I met
When the sun ceased to shine
when the sky was nearly red

The love poet of mine
is now but far away
Still in my mind I remember afresh
How he smiled to me that day

He is the owner
of the most magnificent eyes ever
He is a lover
who is passionate and bright and tender

In his eyes were hues of endless greenness
On his lips was a grin of warm friendliness
In his words was an utterance of clarity
On his skin was gleaming boyish yet perfect beauty

He loves to write and he's fond of words
He cheered my day and he made me sing
While everything was but dark and unforgiving
He lifted me up and he crowned my soul

My poet, it is just here and now
That I remember the very day we met
The day I was fulfilled and entirely blest
A memory that shall forever be neatly kept

My poet, you have all my awe and inspiration
You are my splendid timeless shining star
You released me from enmity and indignation
You guided my steps you painted my future from afar

My prince, it is just here and now
That I replay our brief memories all over and again
I wish you could remember me somehow
While my dreams are distant, my vow will always remain.

So fragile in its exquisite form
Crystalline and glorious
Transparent to those who wish to see
Tossed around by the unworthy
Dropped and shattered
Crushed under pounding foot
In the sun a billion pieces sparkle
By moonlight it looks like stars
How beautifully broken the heart can be

Life as a kid not thinking about much
Nothing about sadness, pain, and such
Little did she know that drugs would soon become a stress-relieving crutch

It all started simple; teen rebellion; all for fun
Nothing too serious, nothing really done
Years passed and life became more intense
Happiness now costing hundreds, and no longer cents
She started to realize that things were slowly getting worse
Scared, confused, and far too deep into everything
She blamed god for the curse

Her eyes gazed upon the sky, while tears streamed across her cheeks
And slowly fell off of her face
Wondering why she had become such a waste
So frustrated with her actions she decided to ease the pain with a knife
This river of blood revealed a new low in her life

She came to realize that ends do not always meet
So felonies were committed in order to pass defeat
All of her funds were for fun, whose duration was only measured in brevity
Distraught over the shortness, and the time that had been wasted away
Now realizing that dogs are not the only strays

Walking down the street she is passed by
Many stares from strangers due to the power of her cry
Vacant and empty without a feeling or remorse
Distraught about her actions, and their inherent course

Envisioning her family and loved ones alike
Makes each step and each breath a more painful might

Too close to the lives she has hurt and destroyed
Too angry with herself and far too annoyed
Thinking about her so-called life makes her sick
That it all ended with prayers, regrets, and a single click.

When was the last time you felt the lump of heartache in your throat -
Counted the minutes until you could wipe the smile from your face and let the sadness rise to the surface
To come in waves of grief released for fears of what may be to come...
Saying goodbye with a poker face
While tracing the lines of his face in memory
Go with God I said to you
Praying Angels will see you through
Storms of heat and sand, darkness and demons
Come home to us, healthy and strong
Be my brother, her father and a husband, a son that is loved beyond comparison...
How long will you tempt the Gods before u realize u are just a man
Made of dust and bones - made to love, forgive and try again?

Gorgous, Pretty, Smart, Thats what we think
maybe its different, personality, the heart,
it makes more scense, the height, No one should care
looks, there just looks
beauty is on the inside, not the outside
beautiful is the Ego within
                         -Cathaline Cabreja

Inside of eyes, are thoughts.
Inside of lies, are knots.
Rub them out with hands tilted sideways,
and oil as dry as sand.
I'm boiling.
Boiling.
Boiling,
but not yet boiling over.
When will the surface burn my metal and let me spill myself.
I haven't layed my palms on poisons for weeks.
Myself,
Sober.
Sober.
Sober,
but not enough to call, and lay out my thoughts for your novel
of what you so call a life.
I'm not yet sane.
Through, and through I go. I threw you away,
But I haven't burnt you yet, you still lurk in my gut.
I wrote another person, and toyed with it.
Changed the story.
Tried and tried to untie a knot that was melted into itself.
Oh god, how I tried.
Playing with the same concept, person, for two months.
Nothing.
Nothing.
Nothing,
but something is filled, unwillingly full of emptyness.
I laugh and try to act like I could love your soul, as I did his.
But this bird has a tail of lace and watery feathers, that just can't be caught.
Find some icey air and freeze me in my place..
Study me.
Feel me.
Look at me,
*And melt me away.

Not a poet.

The wind too has a story
Blowing from east to west
North to South
Seen it all but still blows all the same
Clearing the streets
Messing the streets

Cursed, Blessed
But it never stops blowing because
That's what its meant to do
Blow us happy
Blow us hysterical

Oh! How i could blow with the wind
Find you in your hiding
Blow you up happy
Blow you up crazy for me again

I'd refresh you with my cool breeze
Make a deal with the sun and the clouds
Blow you up cool on a hot day
blow you up warm on a cold day
Whatever the cost make you smile

If i were the wind
I'd clear all your cares and burdens
All your regrets
Mess you up with my pure love for you
Blow you you up content, restful, joyous

Just if i were the wind i would whistle in the chimney tops
Asong of mine true love
Lost but found
Make the whole world know
i am no ordinary wind
I am a freshly found breeze
In this climatic change heat
A wind of hope and love again
I am the wind