I slept in my car again,
Not due to lack of housing,
Rather due to lack of home.

Before you start to rationalize,
Hear me out.

Home is where there is love,
Where there is safety,
A sense of belonging.

I pay rent for a roof and four walls,
But being there ***** away my life,
So I'd rather sleep on the road.

My spirit craves so much improvement,
That I can not get laying in a warm bed,
But from working until I crash.

My poetry is suffering,
But my suffering is poetry fueling
My life as I write my future.

I turn each page with excitement,
Because this ending
will be happily ever after.

I know.
I pay attention to foreshadowing.

I know I can't stand here
still, freezing in mediocrity.
The winds of what I could be
chill my bones.

I see the fires,
their warmth of desire calls to me
both equally ablaze.

One chants "Diamond."
One chants "Best Seller."

I can be both, but one needs to come first.
So how do I choose?
It is like choosing to purchase either a chicken or a fertilized egg.
However,
which is the chicken and which is the egg?

Where did it begin?

That moment when love became
as overused as recycled paper.
Sure...wonderful!
Saving trees and hearts a like.
It tasted,
initially like peace on your tongue
but the morning after like regret.

Ironic,
given the alcohol
that numbs the pain
is one in the same.

Yet
we get up
and begin anew.

Almost as if nothing ever occurred,
however like any form of matter--
we are changed.

You can't burn to ashes
and rise the same,
pieces are lost,
pieces are gained.

Only thing that remains
is your name.
Let it stand for more
than this disaster
I sometimes claim to abhor.

Love is lovely,
but it, like war
takes casualties
with no remorse.

Circle, scribble, eight
words that do and don't
relate.
Just trying to keep
my pen and mind
moving, flowing,
don't know where
I'm going.
Writing squares, framed
around
the
page.
I wish my words
cast a spell,
but I am not a mage.

Just a writer,
let out of her cage.

Time to
ROAR!

I cry for you.
I don't know why
I cry,
but I do.

My heart aches
for you
I wish it wouldn't break,
but it has, all the way through.

They say love heals,
it also reels,
and feels,
like you've been shot.

Not
in the cute, cupid-like way,
but the day to end days,
crazy killer-kind way.

So you stumble,
and mumble,
sounding like
a bumbling fool.

They make it look cool,
the movies, the books,
the romantic wins in the end,
if they aren't lovers, they are the best of friends.

Reality doesn't play this game,
it isn't over, end credits,
smile, you can have the same.
It is harsh, and true, and we fight for it.

Have we all lost our wit?!
I would like to say, not I,
"I quit!"
But, alas, that would be a lie...

My gorgeous green eyes,

are only surpassed by the beauty of my mind.

While I have many friends that are guys,

none of the suitable, boyfriend-type kind.



If this is intimidating,

stop if you dare,

if this is self-incriminating,

I don't really care.



See this is just to know me,

that kind of verse,

Not some kind of showy,

pick-me type curse.



I really have a heart of gold,

and want to help the world,

If you think this is too bold,

I'm not your type of girl.



This really just came

straight off the top of my head,

I can't complain,

I actually like it- instead.



Anyway, now to my objective,

If you are curious about me,

know I'm quite selective,

and let time set words free.

Dive deeply into your dreams,
delve into the sweetness of happiness,
and know you have found solace,
in your words,
in His words.

Expression,
longing,
these instances either break
or make us who we are today.

So take control,
speak blessings,
do not curse yourself.

For your words,
and my words,
they possess power
to both build and destroy.

Be bold,
build up others,
build up yourself,
and weave your dreams
into life.