You were the sunshine in my hair,
My seasonal love affair.

The sweet idea of no consequences,
Would constantly tease and tickle my senses.

But the raging storm was imminent,
And I couldn't help but get lost in it.

We were left stranded,
sitting there.

Bruised,

Broken,

Scarred,

Bare.

Why do you write?

I get overwhelmed easily and words on paper and on a screen are highly effective means of externalising that

I cant read others poems often without crying and am inspired to write of my own

Writing calms me and although at times its already too late, it stops me from doing or saying something ill regret

So I write for sanity
Peace of mind
For clarity
To express myself
Set myself free
Empty my head
Get over myself
People to see how I am
To hide away
Not show myself like I am in poems to people

we measure the smile on our face by the width of our pocket
we tell ourselves "if only I had this" I would truly be happy
we spend our lives wanting more
more possessions
more materials
more tangents
to Hell with that
I want less
call me the crazy one, but I want life
more experiences
more love
more beauty
more nature
spending your life trying to reach a goal that is implausible will lead you to a life of unhappiness
but spending your life wanting to live, that will lead to a life of passion

from winter to spring
all the lovely things
from summer to fall
my sullen face says it all

winter please be rid
those dark placid nights
under the covers I hid
my hearts in tights

spring filled with promise
new faces filled with intrigue
new love; we are novice
lingering question "are we in the same league"

Summer comes as school does go
ask any little face and they say it's the best
then why do I feel I'm putting on a show
but sitting at home I'd have to detest

fall is a season I meet with glee
for change and new places
what will I be?
love fills the air as my heart paces

from winter to spring
all the lovely things
from summer to fall
my sullen face says it all

the seasons do change
the daily faces become of the past
time does heal all
the future awaits; time to meet it with awe