i can feel your grasp slipping from mine
soon so soon
you'll feel the pavement
the rough truth
and
you'll find it's so much easier
to get hurt
without me
by your side

i know you you tell me every chance you can
you're strong, you can do this
but I know you,
your vision is blurry
each step is going to be a struggle

but tonight you're still here
and you're mine

I rather bleed on to paper
And have people know I was here
Than bleed onto cold pavements
And have it washed by the rain

If he ever wondered about me
I would want him to know
That smile on my face- it's fake
In fact
Most of the time
tears cascade down my cheeks
And when i studied the ground
That was because I didnt want him to see
One look in my eyes
Thats all it would take for him to
realize how weak I truly am

i am not a poet
i am ashamed to stand in front of brilliant minds and present my writing
i am nothing more than a caged bird
with unsteady songs, trying my hardest to sing
but with each melody that escapes my chest
i am drowned out by the better
the older, the wiser
i am nothing
i am mediocre
i'm sorry

when my
                  face keeps blushing

when my
                 hands linger in your hair

when my
                smile gets crooked

when my
                  feelings feel bitter

when my
                  heart skips a beat

when my
                  thoughts left unspoken

after all i know
you are my wonderwall

Steal my poems, all of them
For I care not where it goes
Spread them, claim that my words are yours
and I shall gladly witness
my thoughts being spread across the globe
Pour out my ashes
for every poem is part of my soul
Every poem
a desperate attempt to cleanse my thoughts
So spread my work
I will touch hearts where ever my feelings go
I know I am armed to the teeth
So be my arms dealer
and soon I will have the world within arms reach
Every person armed to the teeth
with stolen words they can barter,
ask questions, provide insight
that others can't see
Steal my work, please
Every poem will spark heat
Ignite and hearts beat
My children will fall free
For I am a lost tree

Quite poetic is a dragonfly

Dancing and romancing the sun

It realizes it will soon die

So it doesn't care about the damage done

It just kisses the sky

Knowing its life will soon pass by

It hovers over lakes and sometimes rivers too

Even around people who tell it "Shoo!"

So when it finds itself beneath a boot

Or in front of a wind screen it goes mute

It doesn't care about the impact
because it romanced the sun
Kissed the sky
And glided over water

What more could a dragon fly want?

Letting love lead
Is like letting the blind lead
You know you are going to fall
You just don't know when

I am not lonely, just alone.

**** you.