I dream of the days of glory;
so men could find it daily
to inspire those who are down.
When no one is around,
may life leave you it’s foundation of beauty.

Beauty inspired by the art of men;
who dreamed so large to mend,
what was broken in death,
be brought back into depth,
knew that life itself was larger then God.

May we extend ourselves farther than god,
because the radicals of evil violate the good.
The intentions of men
be wiser then The Ten
so we can live in the days of glory.

Take me slowly through the night
where the light is low like candlelight.
        Only in a blink of an eye;
I dream of daylight shinning bright
seeping into my eyes when they are tight.

What a beam of light?
                      Oh, wait. Just a trick in my eye.

They’re false dreams that I seem to forget
the promising signs of one I might not get.
         Only in one’s eyes that they do see--
are nightmares that one feels fidget
to become the reality and turn into hogget.

Which road to take--what is the truth.
Only to know my heart splits into two.

The nights are long and cold,
I only see you once or twice.
Still, my heart is not satisfied
not content of just the beauty,
it desires more than a silhouette
that my mind shapes of you
when I close my eyes at night.
The stars do not shine bright
not enough to image your eyes
and never enough to satisfy;
my darkest secrets of you
hold it’s place in dark skies
where words are not heard
and lust is at its highest peak.
Your voice enchants my heart
and vibrates through my soul,
only if I can feel your touch
it would feel like the sun
caressing my cold body,
and only the warmth of you
can keep me whole.

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear;and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
                                                      i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

BY E. E. CUMMINGS

I don’t normally share my personal life with strangers, but for some reason, I never got my chance to do it. She was always the first one to speak of how we met, the things I did for her, and whatever about me she loved.

My sophomore year in high school was coming to an end. It was late February, and my friend Jared and I were in biology class at the beginning of lunch. We were talking about nerdy things like volunteering at some event after school. Just two young 16-year-olds hoping to lend a helping hand. And that’s when she walked into the room, radiating like an angel from heaven. Her blonde hair was glowing immaculately, her crystal blue eyes had a shine, her skin looked smooth and soft, but the one thing I noticed most was her white, clean teeth with braces. Haha. I fell in love with her smile and laugh as she walked into the room. Her giggly and bubbly attitude caught my attention first. That’s when Jared introduced me to Julia. I threw a few jokes into our conversation and held her eyes with mine, just hoping she noticed my undivided attention to her every word. Standing there with her felt like forever…

Times changed; she and I came to the realization that we were just two people destined to meet and help each other through our past. We broke up after my third year in college. She went to India, and I joined the Marine Corps. Since then, we haven’t spoken to each other in a little over four years.