Be the poetry you cannot write.

I don't want to be the one to lead the way,
But I still want to be the one to save the day.
I want to be a part of something bigger
I might not be a saint, but I admit I'm a sinner.
I smile like an angel, scheme like a demon,
And swear enough to embarrass a ******.
A hero doesn't want dark to shadow his light
I'll shake the world cause I'm not afraid of the night.
I was born in the dark, but I want what's right;
I've got a hero complex, and I'm not afraid to fight.

What do I want in life?

The wind in my hair,
The sun on my back,
The sounds of drumbeats
And rustling trees in my ears.
A well-loved book nearby,
And a pen in my hand
With a blank page before me.
A creek running over my toes,
Its melody blending with the trees,
And the grass beneath me.
The arms of the one I love around me.
That is all I want
From this life.
With only this,
I will be content for all of my days.

You can live for an eternity, but never become wise;
You can be blind without any problems with your eyes.

I've lived a few years; seen much and felt more.
I've lost everything I am, changed forevermore.

After living for a short time, there is a lot in my head;
Knowledge doesn't have to come from what you've read.

Ask me a question, and I'll give you an answer.
Not responding eats away at me, growing, a cancer.

Long ago given the curse of a stream of questions, infinite,
All askers seeking the substance of something definite.

My name is ancient, one you'll recognize instantly ,
In English, the name I was given is "Honesty."

Today, a man asked me a question I'd never heard before.
This question shook me and changed me forevermore.

He asked me to tell him the saddest words I happened to know.
So, in his ear, I whispered four little words: "I told you so."

Some people speak
In riddles, but I
Speak in quotes.
One day, I will find
My own words to
Say what I'm thinking,
But, until then, these
Half applicable words that
Someone else wrote
Will have to be enough.
Maybe, one day, I'll
Have the courage to step
Out from behind someone
Else's florid prose.
But, until then,
Shakespeare and Dickinson
And Eliot and Twain and
Dr. Seuss and Homer and Dante
Will fall from my lips
As trees shed their leaves.

Twirling around.
Heart thudding.
World spinning.
For a moment,
I'm so infinite.

I won't stop
Until my legs
Collapse from
Under me.

As I'm twirling
It doesn't have
To ever end.
The moment I
Stop, I'll crash
Into the ground.
My reality so
Off-kilter and
So distorted.

I'm dreaming?
What? You're not?
Why would you
Deny me my
Moment of joy.
Reality will strike
Soon enough.
Let me have my
Fantasy moment.  

You're still here?
Don't hold your breath.
I'll keep spinning until
Reality crashes in.

For you.
My dearest friend and my sweetest
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Instant messaging.
Instagram.
Facebook.
Twitter.
E-mail.
Texts.

Technology's heart
Has a billion beeps per minute.
Ding goes the notification.
Tap go the fingers, typing
Out the immediate response.
Can't seem to keep up,
Living life with my thumbs.
There is only one message
That I've never read.
I'll never read it.
It's the last one you sent,
And, there won't be a response.
Cell service doesn't work in heaven.

I feel like I'm just watching life,
Like an ocean trapped within a picture frame.
Then, there are those sometimes
When the sea breaks free of its frame
And swallows me whole.