I am Clare,
She is I,
We are together,
Bonded in love,
From life to,
Death and beyond,
I am death,
She is rebirth,
We are one.

I once knew a guy,
and I wanted to be just like him.
Everything he did I took notice,
making sure I'd do the same.
After a while, he figured it out,
and he stopped liking me.
I kept emulating though,
because I wanted to feel like someone else,
I could have followed anyone,
but I chose him.
In the end, I was alone
feeling confused,
and sort of betrayed
I just wanted to be like him.
Now we aren't even friends on Facebook,
here's to fallen idols!

Sometimes watching
films
that cause
you
to start
crying
offers much
needed
release of
sadness.

I have realized
that for years
my mother has
gone to work
without so much
as a "thank
you" for all
her hard work.
I can't imagine
how difficult it
was proceeding to
strive every day,
with nobody noticing
she was on
the razor's edge.
In the future
I will strive
to honor her
and the sacrifices
she made in
order to give
my sister and
I a better
type of life.
I will learn
to work for
the good of
others and not
just toward myself.

Everyone is crazy,
that's
good news cause
you're
not the only
one.

I want to fall head over heels
in love with someone.
Its been so long
since I've felt
that way.
Last time
I let a good thing
slip through my fingers
because I was scared of what
others might say about my love.
Never again shall cowardice
keep me from what
I know is true
love in my
heart.

Tonight, I stare into the abyss,
I miss true love’s kiss,
Feeling a chill run through my bones,
You are the phantom of my soul.

Waiting for our
food
in the packed
drive-through
lane during a
hot
summer's day didn't
take
forever because at
least
we were waiting
together.

Hey,
what do you say
if neither of us
is married by
the time we're 30,
then we get
hitched?

We
could have a
small ceremony
with only our
closest family
and friends in
attendance.

I'll
rent a fancy tux
you'll borrow
your mother's old
dress that looks
so beautiful on
you.

We'll
recite our vows
promising that
from this day
forward we'll
always be
together.

Then
the minister
will say, "You
may kiss the
bride." and I
promise not to
cry.

In
that moment
we'll embrace
each other like
never before and
we'll wish it lasted
forever.

Even
if we're not
meant to be,
why not take
a chance on love
with your best
friend?

I wish her every happiness
in the world.
Even if it's not
with me.
She deserves that
and I do too.
Somewhere in my heart,
I'll wait for her.
It's ok
at least for now.

I can't rely
solely
on my own
counsel
for advice anymore
because
after reaching so
many
dead ends this
year,
I've now realized
that
I need professional
therapy.

My only
sin
was liking
you
more than
me.

You know I
can’t
fall asleep without
the
sound of you
snoring.

You're not like
him
cause you love
me
back, and he
doesn't.

I saw him
fall
in love with
her
before my eyes,
and
I knew that
he
would never be
mine.

He gave
me
a bear
hug
to say
goodbye,
and I
wish
we didn't
have
to let
go
of each
other.

you read my
poems
and told me
I've
a way with
words,
I won't forget
how
you believed in
me
when nobody else
did.

She was a thorn in my side,
but I'm okay with that.
At least she was in my life
for a little while.
Better or worse
she drove me crazy,
and it was one
hell of a ride.

I stayed here with you
cause if I didn't we'd
both be all alone.

I can be
myself
when I'm around
him,

I've found someone
who
is just like
me.

Not even just last
night’s earthquake could wake me from
sweet dreams about you.

Every night I
pray
for this same
request:

to be reunited
with
my love the
sea;

to feel her
embrace
as gentle tides
allow
me to drift
past
the sandy shore
unto
her deep blue
depths.

No more
staying
up all
night
then sleeping
in
the next
morning;

I've been
irresponsible
and missed
work
because my
sleep
schedule is
off.

Julia still follows
along
moments of my
life,
I keep on
trying
to pay attention
toward
her’s as well,
but
with my every
request
she denies me,
so

I'm content with
her
being forever my
on-looker.

Parties are no fun
I sit in the corner
watching others like a wallflower,
I don't know what to
think, say, or do.
People overwhelm me with
loud conversation and silent social cues.
If I do talk to anyone its  
the weird, shy, and lonely people.
One day we'll have a party
dedicated to people like us.
No eye contact required.

It never gets any
easier to start letting go
of people you love.

Sometimes the best thing you can do
is to stop and breathe,
letting the painful moment pass;
for it is those quiet seconds of desperation
when you find out who you are,
count 1, 2, 3

Nostalgia
is the mind
trying to
escape back
to a time
that never
was.

Everybody
needs someone
to talk to
them.
Today
I met
someone who needed
help.
She
wore a
dress with *****
socks.
I
couldn't ignore
her cry for
attention,
so
I talked
to her about
life.
After
we spoke
she seemed quite
fine,
and
I could
tell she felt
heard.
Take
the time
to show everyone
notice.

You picked me
up
after work and
drove
me to the
store
to go buy
groceries,
so I didn't
have
to eat out
again.

On a cool autumn
day
I like to spend
time
in the cemetery hanging
out
with the ghosts of
dead-folks
because I'm a penny
dreadful.

I sleep with the lights on,
but it's not my choice.
I hate the sensation of light
hitting my face as I sleep.
Night after night I pray
the power would go out,
so and that I could rest
in the dark.
One day I'll have my own home,
and at night all will be silent,
and all will be pitch black dark;
dissolving into nothingness,
until then may the power bill go
unpaid
and the light bulbs
obsolete.

If I had a
wish:
I’d reach into his
chest
and take away the
pain.

There is a place
on the coast
where I keep
old memories.
It's called
St. Simons' Island.
This place is my home
away from home.
I keep polaroids
in my wallet
of the times
I've spent there:
A cozy book-shop,
The fancy restaurant,
An old ragamuffin,
sea water.
I wonder if I'll read those books,
drink that wine,
hear the homeless man's song,
or stand in the sea looking at the horizon
again?

I pray it would be soon.

She didn't ask
for
the candy I
gave
her, but that's
what
makes it a
gift
and not an
obligation.

I want to
write
Julia a love
poem,
so I can
tell
her how I
feel.

Poetry is for,
the freaks,
who are called ugly,
the wounded,
who hide their scars,
the losers,
who sit alone at recess,
the weak,
who just can't go on,
for broken-hearted people,
all over the world,
poetry is for you.

Men may not blatantly
share
their true feelings but,
if
when y'all are conversing
you
learn to listen more
closely
to their words, they'll
always
reveal precisely what they
need
you to know about
them.

You'll run out of things to say as a writer,
don't worry about it.
Just keep tapping away at the keyboard till
your fingers fall off.

My Dad told
me
when he left,
"Aaron,
you're the man
of
the house now."
Dad
I did my
best,
I hope you're
proud.

You've found
another
man to
fall
in love
with,
but I'll
never
find a
woman
quite like
you
to love
me.

I hope that our love
lasts longer than the ash off
of her cigarette.

I'm not perfect,
at least I can say that out loud.
Hopefully, I try my best
in everything that I do.
I pray that my character
holds up to the test,
that when others see me
they see a nice person.
It's impossible to know for sure,
but I strive for perfection.
I am Aaron Brown,
a man who tries.

Why is life so hard?
Fate draws like a card,
After the hand, I'm dealt,
I write a poem about,
How it felt.

I'll never forget the day
we loaded the car
and left town
forever.
Each of us
uncertain what the future held,
knowing the only way to move
is forward.
I'm proud of my Mom
she didn't have
any money,
a job,
or a plan,
she just took my sister and me by the hand
and lead us out of Babylon.

The house we once shared
is not our home anymore,
now that you've left.

You let me
sleep
by your side
last
winter so I'd
stay
warm from the
cold,
and even though
you
snored in your
sleep
I dreamed sweet
dreams
of you and
me.

All those times
I told you,
"I love you."
Why didn't
you say it
back?
I knew
you felt the
same,
or at least
I hoped you
did.

James,
can you hear
me?