I found my way
Right into your arms
Safe and sound
Away from harm
Glazed eyes and heavy burdens
I lay myself down at your feet
You pick me up and dust me off
Whispering promises of certain future
Your eyes glitter reflecting each promise
I am lost in your eyes
Can it be?
A haven away from reality
Our space seems to bend time
Keep me safe my love

I miss your good morning hugs
I miss those good morning kisses
I also miss that little pout you do when you don't get your way
Can it be possible to miss something as much as I do you?
Do you miss me too?
I miss giving you nose kisses
I also miss that adorable blush you do
I kinda also miss the stupidly cute way you would talk cute
I miss it when you whisper to me
It makes you sound so serious
And that makes my heart skip a beat
I could spend all day sleeping in your arms
I miss that feeling of safety in your arms
I miss losing myself in those amazing brown eyes
I miss you so much
Could I love anyone more the I do you?
I think not…
I simply miss you
I hope I see you soon

I am tired
It's a deep feeling in my bones
It drains my smile
It limits my laughter
Can I be anymore tired
Eyelids droop but sleep eludes my grasp
When I wake my body aches
No stretch can relieve my ache
Music echoes in my lone time
Why can't I feel full inside?
I read of stories
Riding with warriors
Flying on airships in faraway galaxies
Walking in dark forests lit with the light of fairy fables
Cannot I not find my fill?
Why am I so empty…
Pick me up and give me vise
Is this a punishment?
Can I find reprise....
Fill me with emotion ..
I want to fly again my little muse

Laughter , I could hear it through the phone and could listen for hours
A smiling face , one that would make me smile whenever I would see it
Such a way with words, just a whisper of a command and I would surely fall to her feet
An old soul in your eyes, and you would see the world in ways that amaze me
Flirty and bright, you left me in the dust with jokes and witty retort
Intriguing and shy, but never afraid to carve your own path with your personal style
So many things and so many different types of  beauty and grace
But how to describe me?
For a writer possesses it muses guise and is never the same twice
Am I witty and comfortable
I suppose I could say I am observant and a ear to listen to the woes
Or am I closer to laidback and rude enough to make a grandma blush?
But tis no fret
I see beauty in all
To walk in another's shoes is a breath of life in the line of imagination
One day I can be the warrior willing to sacrifice all
The next I can be sinner punishing thyself more then any could do to him
Or a parent watching their child grow older learning more about yourself in your little one
Writing is my soul … no need to be good at it
No need to be the best among my many faces
I am a blank page , so write as you will my story
But in my hand and head I see beauty, hate , and much more
Although it might drive me crazy , I love it to the very fault
For she is humorous with eyes as deep as lakes and speaks with words that make me weep with sorrow or die over again with joy

The streets roam on for miles
Its pitch black leaving only the flickering street lights to pave the way
I am running so fast my breath filling the silence with awful ragged gasps
What is behind me?
Faster and faster I run the stars twinkling above my head
It is so hard to move as the roads and buildings pass in vocational silence
I hear a voice so familiar I cease my run and stand lonely on my crossroad
It's so familiar to my ears
Soon a figure is standing in front of me but her face is cloudy
I reach out to touch but she is ghostly cold yet warms me in awful ways
She is crying out and I still can't understand her far away voice
The woman is gone and I am left running again
Running into a light so bright I wake up
Rolling over I see the face of my beloved
She is smiling as I am gasping for air to fill the hole
Soon I whisper softly
“So close yet so far away...Why do I run from my soulmate?..”

It wraps me up in its comforting arms
The ache inside is just as fresh as it always was
Leaving me in constant wonder and hurt as I flounder in emptiness
Please don't leave me this way I beg of you
Can it be anymore careless with another
My lines are faltering and I can't seem to bring them back as I always had
Those arms break my fall each time and I can't seem to escape it
Thinking to myself
Asking why you left me so suddenly leaves me in tears
You were my future so bright I seem to have lost my grasp
Grasp on love and reality that I so wanted to escape
I beg of you dont let those arms find me no more
Loneliness is something that might as well **** me
I cant handle the deafening loss of my alone time
Your kiss leave scars that might as well never heal
For each ache and pain reminds me that I am so alive
But so empty inside that it is not fair
I miss those moments of light and laughter
I and as I whisper I love you
I'll tell of how bright those eyes are
How easily I fell for them
And of how little you say and how much that little meant to me
Or when you would laugh and oh how that laugh made me smile
That would me my story to all
But behind those words I will wish I never met you
This heartbreak is something I dont need
I just wish you would finish that game you play
I give up my part
In hopes that it will ease the hurt you seem to inflict
So let those bright eyes fade away
And let me return to my wholesome
Will I ever be as I was
Not after giving up my other half and you spinning it away on that game you play
So leave me be my love
And maybe someday I will be whole again

Here she is
Back again with that haunting smile and those lovely lips
I am yet again under that spell like no other
Play with my heart like it is nothing in your eyes
Keep up that pretty facade and I will no longer mean anything to you
Can I ever tell you how you treat me like I am but a plaything
And yet my love for you is unhindered in its haste
Please don't leave me again
For I don't think I will ever survive it
And even if you were mine
I forever chase something that will never be mine
Not even those pretty words of yours will sway me
A nomad heart and a emotionless smile
I run forever to nothing and it keeps me aloof from the pain
You can use me to your heart's content but in the end
I will never fully be yours to play with
Love will forever elude me and I constantly crave for it
You can't be mine as I will never fully be true to you
So here she is
Back again and asking the same as she always had
Will I give her what I always had?
How does one so easily give what they don't have?
My love for her crushes me
And yet again she ignores what she has done and said
So again I am on my knees begging for the end to just beat down
I welcome more the pain more than I do her blatant disregard
Back again she asks the same thing
Yet I complain as such I do everytime
I give her all for I have nothing left to refuse or lose
As she is back again

Meet me in your dreams of love and passion
Meet me behind my facade and find a world of love
Find me with those eyes I have longingly searched for
Reach for me with those tender hands and soothe my pain
Tell me of your love and I will never abandon you
Fight with me and I will raise you higher
So meet me with love and I will return my dear
Meet me with words of hope so I never falter
I am tired my love and giving up is the notion I fancy
Can you lift me up to see the hope?
Meet me with gentle memories of such a lovely past
Wipe my tears away with a future in mind
So meet me my love and see my real self undress

A disjointed mind can write
Disjointed poems at best.
I now write again because
Because finally my feelings
Are at unrest

I'm back once again
To being lured
Being lured to linger
Linger upon failed affection
What wrong had occured

A foolish habit
Since my spark of the first
A nuance in motion
Motion unconscious
Knee-**** reaction of the worst

If it weren't for that
Both feelings hurt quite badly
Quickly it will mend
Mend that it won't spiral
Into subtle agony. But sadly


Not.

Disjointed reflections of vertebrae
that were fluid in the synapsis of
                       my subconsciousness.
they were inadvertently disjointed
              from my walking thought.

Then I fell beneath the tower that
I had build within,
               collateral damage of life.
Broken windows of reflection that
I tried to close, but lacerated my
cognitive actualization of self.

That which severed my validity of self
             was pendulous, but with a
string we can weave something new.
Not as it was before, more worn and not
so luminous, but what was lost is gained
for that voice a lingering a shadow of before.