Met you one day but my heart was taken,
You became a friend worth keeping,
Time went by and my heart was broken,
He left me one day I was hopeless,
Cried for hours but that's not it,
Cried for months is more accurate,
Once I though he'd be the one,
To take my hand through thick and thin,
Guess he just couldn't continue.

I cried and cried you were my shoulder,
I cried a river yet you never left,
News were spread you felt something,
For this girl broken apart,
Then came the day 20th birthday,
The greatest gift given from you,
The day I left tears were spread,
But with that gift I came again.

Arrived that night to have some fun,
I couldn't help but think you might be the one,
Deep in a list of friends you spent some time,
But I came to realize you didn't belong,
That's okay I let go,
And with one kiss we had it all.

We held hands fell to dream,
Of a future we began writing,
Since that you have become,
Something more than a kiss or hug,
More than prince charming or a king himself,
You're my Marine and more to tell.

That being send conclusions made,
About a future with smiles ahead,
There is a phase I want to say,
To my Marine the one who's brave,
The phrase begins and ends like this,
"I love you till the world comes to end,
But even then I will love you more and hope to God you see in me the same forever you've given me"

I love you more than anything.

R emember when we were in love?
E ven just a little?
B ecause I'll never forget.
E specially the bad moments.
C ause the worst moments with you,
C hanged me for the better. So I'll
A lways thank you for that year point 5

I don't know how I can relate this to all of you,
but you guys have really been pulling me through.
Yeah, you. The one reading this.
You're support, to me, is like water over scorched earth.
My hearth can be without fire, but your praise keeps me warm.
This is what I want to do with my life.
I want to make you smile
and if I know that I've done that
than I can find an extra mile within myself.
Thank you, my friends.
All 15 of you.
I know, I know...
Behind the keyboards and computer screens
you could easily be mexican jumping beans
that grew arms, legs and an appreciation for literature.
But it is always a treasure seeing someone leaving me
any small measure of their day
just to stop and say
"This poem didn't make me *****."
It means a lot, guys and girls.
I don't know if I'll ever be famous
like Shane Koyczan or Sarah Kay,
but if I just manage to get this far...
this is good enough for me.

No one cared until I started holding a pencil
until I started writing
let's call them poems

Did writing make people actually care about me?
Or did it just make them curious enough to ask about me?

Do they like my writing?
Or do they like how I can describe things in ways they can't?

Has this pencil brought me closer to people?
Has it made them finally see me?

Questions start to occur
every time I hold this pencil of mine

questions question question
so many questions
and not enough answers

If you ask me to speak my feelings
I will not be able to utter a word
I will not be able to form a comprehensive sentence
However
Give me a pencil
and I will express... gladly
Whether through writing or drawing

I suppose I owe a lot to my pencil
You might see it as a wood that leaves mark on papers
but to me
It's a whole world,
a world that I'm eager to explore

Thank you pencil
Thank you for being there for me
when my tongue isn't
Thank you for speaking up for me
Thank you for being my voice

I'll admit it,
I was livid
When you sat next to me first.
Embarrassed as I was,
Again and again you were there,
But the more you were there the closer we got.
Now I thank my lucky stars
And God
For having you there,
Because God knew
I needed a friend
To my right.


Thank you for helping me along the way.

I met you in a place
Where I hid my sorrows
While searching for the rain-
       the other half of my soul

You were like a sun to me
Yet you helped me find the rain

And now I am dancing in the rain
I still remember you
But I have no choice but to smile
and look at you in my silence
Yes, I am so grateful
and I won't forget the times
that the sun shone on me
and gave me hope

Now I have the rain
But the memories
of a beautiful friendship-
           the flower and the sun
will be here forever
in one corner of my mind

Yes, I have the rain
And I love the rain
But I won't forget that
Once upon a time
The sun helped me find the rain.