Stop over thinking it.

Stop analyzing each
and every doubt
that crosses your mind.
Forget about the
hesitations that linger
with every word.
They are nothings.
They are irrelevant -
minor technicalities;
balanced by society
but can they be
dismissed by love?

I know I am a failure.
As I cannot, for one second,
forget these minor technicalities
theses irrelevant maybes.
They weigh down every kiss
every look and every smirk
Nestled in the back of my mind,
I cannot stop,
I cannot forget.
I cannot overlook society.
I can merely hope that you will have the
courage to do so enough for the both of us
to be happy.

I feel like a fish
out of water

Or a bird
in the sea

I'm certain
I'm drowning

In a place
I was never meant to be.

those wretched words you said to me
the twisted approach you took
how innocently you tore me apart,
limb by throbbing limb.
with every word, I nearly shattered.
the aches that came from within
were close to unbearable, as I felt my insides
falling out.
crushed by the weight of every sentence,
suffering and gasping for air, beneath the
elephant sitting on my chest
I crippled and cringed.
I couldn't bare to look
as you poured your mind onto the table,
and watched me drown.

I searched and snatched for any inch
of sanity I could find and finally
I took hold of my soul and held on for dear life.
The waves of brutality rushing over me
every time you opened your mouth
were not enough to weaken me.
I found my legs and stood taller than you,
and I picked my heart up off the floor and
trapped it behind my rib cage.
Inhaling and expanding, I am still breathing.
You will not break me.

You know that moment,
that brutally honest and crushing moment,
when you realize
you have absolutely no idea
where you stand?
You know that moment,
when your heart sinks deep into your chest
and you realize
you are lost?
That moment when you begin to question
everything he's ever said
and you wonder
what am I,
to you?

And yet, you find yourself speechless
over and over again.
You stifle all of the gnawing questions,
time and time again,
waiting for the perfect time
that you know will never come.
You find yourself resisting the urge to simply ask,
because you are too afraid to hear
the answer.
What happens when there are too many
unspoken worries and unanswered questions
that you cannot go on.
Will you know?
Will you realize that there is no perfect time
because is there is no good time to ask?
That your questions all have inevitable answers
but that one tiny speck of hope keeps overcoming
the brutally honest and crushing realization
that the answer is no where.

Do you ask anyway?

what is it
that drives you
what do you seek
what urges you
what encourages you
what makes you twist and gag
what agonizes you
tortures you and
terrorizes you
what builds you
what strengthens you
what pushes you to
reach higher, farther
what is it
that makes you cry
what tears into you
what speaks to you
what reminds you
of yourself
what colour are you
what time of day
do you shine your
loudest
what is your melody
what breaks you
what puts you to sleep
what feeds you
what shakes you
what shade are you
what is it that
makes you

I'm too ashamed of what I feel to utter the words aloud
So I smother the feelings and bury the hope
In hopes that you'll be okay.

I worry
that we have fallen so deep
that should we ever
fall out
we would be
too absorbed
to climb out.
I worry
that you have
fallen out and
just don't know how
to tell me.
What if you've let
your doubt overcome you
and you simply
just don't know how
to tell me.

Write a poem
for Monday
no more than 15 words
It doesn't have to rhyme

I don't know how hard it's been
for you to learn to cope.
I cannot see the scars beneath
your skin, your flesh, your bones.

I will never feel the wretched feelings
that made you so ****** up,
nor will I ever bear the beating
you still feel in your gut.

I know that all you've made it through
has made you who you are
no matter how much pain you knew,
I'm here to heal your heart.

you never truly belonged to me.

each and every night you cried in my arms
they were her tears
for her arms.
each and every time you whispered love
it was her love left over
for her ears.
you were always hers.
you've always been hers
and tomorrow
you'll be hers again.

So you've found my hidden treasure chest
of all my buried fantasies.
All my secrets and my dreams.
I hope you can relate
to honesty this pure.

"You are
my shining star,
and I hope that you never fade out of
my life.
All my love, "

We awaited his late arrival
The bell had sounded minutes ago
We ignored and appreciated the lack of instruction
Warford came in casually, handing out blank sheets of paper
He sat down and leaned back in his mighty chair
The board behind his closed eyes and crossed arms read,
"The Assignment"
Some kids wrote "The Assignment" on the top of the page and left the rest blank.
Some kids made up their own "Assignment" and handed it in.
Some kids left the entire page bare.
I drew a dinosaur.

I love you, you said.
don't leave me, you said.
forever, you said.
then tossed me aside
like nothing.
I need you, I plead.
Take care of me, I plead.
I love you, I plead.
nothing.

I caught myself
dreaming
of a world that doesn't
exist.
I caught myself
wandering
aimlessly through the
abyss.
I found myself
lost
in a city full of
empty people.
I found myself
alone
in a world full of
pretty
people.
lonely
people.
sinful
people.

You'll know it's begun
when the spring butterflies
are suddenly flooding
your stomach.
You'll know it's honest
when his touch is an escape
a safe haven
and a home.
You'll know it's over
because you will be more in love
with the memories
than the boy.
But you'll know it was real
because you'll remember his soul
in the reflection
of your eyes.

he assigned a reading
on a book
that hasn't even been
released yet
at the god forsaken bookstore
he recommended.

how am i supposed to read
a book
that hasn't even been
released yet?

There are so many places to go
so many places to visit
to see
to explore
There are so many people to meet
so many friends to make
to love
to leave
There are so many boys to kiss
so many men to date
to ****
to hate
There is just so much to do
and I have no idea where to start

Two smiles
Twice Daily
Infinite Refills

building in the distance
toppling over one another
growing and stretching
rolling and tumbling
washing away and towards
crash
burying me
tossing me around
like a fly in the wind
reaching and flailing
with all my might
sinking.

Where are you now
Where were you yesterday and last Tuesday
Where will you be tomorrow and          who
will you spend tonight with?
Is she pretty?
Where is your mind
Where did you drop the memories and       why
did you leave them there?
Are they ugly?
Where are you now
Where were you on October 19th
Where will you be on May 18th
Where have you gone
and why
aren't you coming back.

I see how broken you've been
I can tell that you have fallen
Pieces of your heart are scattered
amongst the women that you've loved
and lost
And yet, here I am, with open arms
asking you to trust me
Let me pick up the pieces, I'm waiting for you
Just say the word, tell me you want it
you need it
I know you do, I can see it in your cracked smile
Those eyes are oceans of stories that I am
dying to hear, I'm dying to care
So I will wait.
I can wait until the next one walks away,
as did the one before and the one before
and I will watch as they walk all over your
fragile heart.
Give yourself to me and I promise not to leave
I want to be your queen and I want to see you shine
brighter than any moon they'll ever see,
you will rise and you will blossom
and I will love you
and I will love you
and I will love you.
So please,
just let me love you.

get out
run fast
time is not your friend

I'm sorry for writing a mean poem about you when I was mad.

In your eyes,
in your smirk,
in that distant glare you sometimes get in the brief silences between our conversations.

In your bed sheets,
throughout your tattoos,
in this passenger seat that was once her throne.

She is still a part of you.
I see her in the way I look at you,
in the way I adore you and caress you and desire you..

All I see is her.
and the worst of it all
is that you still see her, too.

Rolling over in the waves of white sheets
I find you, swimming in this ocean of
messy hair and searching fingers.
Mine find yours and we intertwine,
as close as we can come to one,
we merge.
Wrestling with these feelings and
urging to be closer than this close,
You pull me onto you and I melt.
Your strong hands wandering,
desperate for me.
Two people matched more perfectly
is impossible.
Two become one and one is all we need.

Being alone is not the same
as being lonely
Being alone is beautiful
You need to know how to be
alone
before you can depend on
another
Being alone can be lonely
only if that's how you choose to spend your time
alone
Learn to love yourself and learn to love
alone
Before you find yourself
alone
in a city full of
lonely people.

I'm feeling creative
I don't know what it is
that is softly pushing my mind
against my heart,
but it is strong.
Gently but firmly,
urging the words from my
tongue to my arm to my fingers.
Maybe this poem
is not a poem at all,
or maybe it is a
terrible one,
at that.
A poem, such a vague
definition.
Just words.
My words.
Her words.
Strangers words,
so beautifully put together
or so wretchedly.
Words that make you feel
feel anything
when you're feeling empty.

What is this crap?

Sorry for wasting your time
if you read this
poem.

There are only two types of people in the world

Thems that do

Thems that don't

Do you ever just


sit there?


Sometimes, I like to sit down in a place that I have never sat before
and look at the things that I see every day.
I see them in a new way.

The same old chair, same old desk, and same old shoes.
But from over here
                                               or over here
                                                            ­                                or over here.
I can stare at the bed I wake up in every morning
from over here
                                              or over here
                                                            ­                                or over here
and see something brand new.
I can stare out my window at the same **** trees
and see something brand new.
from over here
                                              or over here
                                                            ­                                or over here.

So why don't you ever just


sit there?