I told my friend that
you're the past

Because you're everything
aging and terrible and ashy
about years gone by

I've got a million other names for
you like cowardly, disloyal,
traitorous

But speaking to you would be a
manner of giving in, going after your
lure, and I knew you as a man of strength
and honesty

And you were, once upon a time,
So what happened?

my skin
is thin and
swimmingly scrim.

the moonface
pushpulls me.

i am
moved
too much.

i am
not enough
mover.

i am *****
given,
all too often.

i am
not
me -

i am you
in your supine
palm.

i matter
little.

my
molecules
are
fast
becoming
transparent,

vibrating with the sound
of your voice, which

seems real
-so real-

real
like
when

the kitchen
sink
disposal

runs.

Being a poet
Changes everything
The way you look and experience
It turns pain into beauty
It breaks down time

It speaks for you when you don't know what to say
It comes at times you can't sit down and write it out
It can keep you awake at night
It may offer you a smile when no one is there to see

Poetry is my outlet
It connects me with others that understand
I have made friends from other lands

When you need someone to talk to
And no one is there
The paper will listen to your pen
And suddenly, you know you aren't that alone again

Poetry has saved me from myself
And it's helped me save others from themselves
It has taught me to take time to really see things
For the truth
To notice the little things that actually matter

Writing poetry is therapy with no judgement
I am writing this to say *thank you

A stolen glance a
Playful wink
Love eternal sworn in ink
Teacher confiscates the letters
Forced to read
Out loud
Beautiful sonnets that would
Make Shakespeare proud

it comes in like a hurricane...
and God, i'm tired of the rain.

An Angel whispered in my ear
through the twilight sky falling
her sweet calm song I could hear
as in my dreams she kept calling
in a Heaven that I could see

Her lips soft like a summer breeze
with her kiss that brought me to my knees
my heart burned in her flame
as an Angel whispered my name

Her touch warm upon my skin
as she held me close to her then
I could feel her from deep within
through my soul she lit a fire
that sparked my loves desire
as an Angel whispered and drew me near

With every breath of her passion
all I needed was an Angels compassion
that would bring me alive again
and in the shadows of the trees
with her was a loves satisfaction
where an Angel whispered waiting for me
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