I want to feel the type of love,
that undeniably
forcibly
steals the breath from my lungs...

I want to cause the longing,
despair of missing,
loneliness
whenever I’m away...

The entrapment of power
unspeakable beauty,
love
confusion and clarity in four letters.

I find myself
ever concerned
with everything
stopping constantly
thinking...
waiting...
perfection must be reached,
yet there is no such thing...
only I
will see every flaw.
the words don't fall
into place quite as easy
and the thoughts,
though endless...
don't make much sense.
I'm going mad, you see...
blissfully,
I might add.
I laugh at simplicity,
envy it really...
but never able to obtain...
the truth is,
what scares me really,
is the possibility
that I'm totally sane

there is something so comforting when you look at me
as if your eyes hold the answers to my questions
your arms surround me
and with anyone else i would panic
afraid they would soon crush me
but you i know
pull me into a deep embrace to build me up
you may not know that even just your smile
will keep me walking mile after mile
and though we are far away most days
the times when we are close
keep all the fear away.

darling I love you

The following poem is not complete... but I would really enjoy some feedback for what I have already*

The tears start to fall
rolling to the ground
faster she runs
as if speed could stop the pain
clumsy she has always been
in life and love
falling down hard
the sudden halt stole her breath
yet it was the sight before her eyes that made her gasp
the brown blades of grass turned lusciously green beneath her tears
and flowers effortlessly bloomed to life
the sun shone through the gray clouds above
she was caught in its warm embrace
her crying faltered and laughter sang
despair melted away

it's horrible of me to look at him and be in lust
for everything about him
to long to be in his arms
and get lost in his eyes
oh those bright, beautiful, blue eyes
that make me melt and freeze in the same instance.
and oh how I wish he would share with me
the way I have shared with him
the intimate and dark past behind me
how I have cried to him and asked of him
and always he obliges
but not a single tear shown to me
or secret even crept from his lips
oh those wonderful lips
I wonder how they feel
against my own, against my skin
or how sweet the sound would be
to hear those three worlds
I Love You
a symphony written for only me

we have stolen the night together
not in passion
but in so many words
so many glances
and even the question
will you ever love me?
but no.
I have broken that which I wish for daily
when I had him as mine before
I tossed him aside
crushed his heart
and stole his trust
i cheated.
I was young
and in love with another boy
another fool
who made me smile and feel on top of the world
but then took my all
as it had once been taken before
I was lost with him
but too afraid to be without him
...
but long has it been since that chapter was written
and the first man, oh how he has grown
and changed
yet not...
he accepted me
as a friend,
back into his life
kind to me every time we talk
every time I act like a fool
.....
i have apologized so many times
but he says it doesn't bother him
I was just a child
....
how young and stupid I was
...
and now I watch him
love another
ironically with the same name as mine
so how bitter sweet the words sound
when he claims "I Love You Taylor"
my heart races
skips a beat even,
but it is not for me.....
it will probably never be

how horrible of me to think of him this way
to get lost in the thought of his arms around me
or smile when I even see his name...

He is my friend
whom I love....
More then he will ever understand...
I just hope and pray for his happiness...

The compass turns
spinning around to find its correct course
and where the arrow points
we follow

I close my eyes
stretch out my arm, finger pointing straight
I turn
Spin
Laugh
and eventually
fall from dizziness
Still my finger points
directly at the path I did not want to take
but even my silliness knew it was the correct course

Sometimes it pays to be childish

I want to pick up my pen
and draw the sky
with the words as my clouds
that rain inspiration
for me
for all
down the drops fall
and up, spring the flowers
blooming in all colors
bright, strong, and free
they grow and reach for the sun
smiling upon them
their scent dance in the soft wind
capturing the birds and bees
how wonderful this sight I see
the sight I made with simple poetry