I'm closing the gap
Between our souls
With love and luck
We won't be torn apart

Perhaps I loved too much,
Sweet to your honey,
Perhaps the more I loved,
More, was not enough.

Nightlights help you in the dark,
I don't like the dark.
I need you to be a nightlight,
Cause I can't see into you.

To sleep is to trade,
The god of rest your consciousness,
For a moment of his addictive peace.

Many times I look at old names,
Which lay stale on my screen,
What ever happened to them?
What demons did they face?

I miss monarch butterflies on milkweed

I miss apricot trees

I miss planting random seeds

I miss how cut alfalfa smells

I miss my childhood dirt, tears, and all

Sleep is so addictive
It numbs all pain and suffering
You can curl up with death
And feel its peaceful embrace

But when you again wake
Its hellish and unsafe
Your soul aches
You long for rest again

Once again you call me a *****,
For wanting one man's attention,
To the details of my dress
Heart, mind, and soul.
And perhaps I'm wrong,
For wanting his love so young,
But who are you to judge,
The details of my heart, mind, and soul?

Sometimes my sentences end
incomplete and without
clear directions.

It's the stress,
it pains my head
and eyes.
It makes me want to throw up, sleep, and cry.

A city of people
Established under the concept of individuality from its collector,
Accustomed to the separation and liberty
Others are not so lucky to receive.
Yet in the raptorial eyes of authority and power,
No such liberty matters.

In a country of despots,
The autonomy of this shelter threatened with extradition,
And the consequence of more strings
Being tied to the city by the ever-present hands of the puppet master.

A city of people
Protesting this invasion of the home.
Lives put on pause as a people’s purpose is pushed to the forefront.
Streets stuffed full,
Airports shut down,
The voice of the people shall be heard.

A city of people
Suffering through the brutality of their protectors.
Emblazoning their message to the masses.
Shattered windows and graffiti reveal the real truths.

Tear gas,
Fire,
Ammunition,
Authority.
The ruined arm of a medic cries louder than his plea for help.

No help has come.

In distant countries
Those with an audience speak out in the name of Hong Kong.
Punishment is inflicted upon them by the puppet master.

Money with the power of silence,
And censoring opposition.
Money with the power to end careers.
And keep the people blind.

Like the strings on a puppet,
Chinese business holds control.

A city united.
Abandoned, but not powerless.
Never paralyzed by the fearsome eyes of control.
Ever strong,
Stand with Hong Kong.

I need an extra three hours
between my morning to noon
to stare in the mirror
hate my clothes
love myself
to drink my coffee and savor each sip

I never meant to break,
The heart of a young,
Cowboy who was sweet,
Tea in the summer.

I was a confident,
Less than other girls,
And didn't understand myself,
In the eyes of he,
Saw me as a wild flower.

Friends is all,
To him I thought I was,
More than my shy,
Beautiful he said.

So I said a friend goodbye,
His ray of sunshine gone,
Too far for ropes,
Of love I had yet to learn.

"It was the first time in a long time I cried K."
"So hard I didn't know if I could stop."

To make a cowboy,
Broken is something,
I thought not possible,
As I felt anyone would,
Have found beauty in me.

I'm sorry cowboy,
I was young,
I didn't mean to hurt you,
Were the strongest,
Man I've ever known.

These nightmares leave me waking,
Shaking,
They're only not real,
When I'm asleep.

My Body is living,
My Soul is dying.

Where has enjoyment gone?

The steel will always be a reminder of our past,
As will the buildings broken burned,
Radiation penetrates even the thickest of walls,
So society moves on.

He bought me a new dress,
For my birthday,
"You're gorgeous,"
He said before I put it on,
"This is just something to remind you."

Should we have kissed that day?
The idea did rest hot on our lips,
And it's suggestion clear in our eyes,

We waited,
Still somehow,
The almost kiss remains sweetest.

I spent my time,
Thinking of you today,
It was brief,
Sweet,
But now the time is spent,
And tomorrow I'll pay again.

You asked for my thoughts,
How do you feel?
And my mind wandered...
But never from you,
But to every instance of you.
Your shadow will never fade,
From the sunset of my memories.

Its beauty is burned into the sidewalks,
Baked by golden autumn evenings,
And the marks will remain even if you walk down a new street.

And I will see them,
Dark,
Against the white of concrete.

And just like that,
You came back,
You found no sympathy,
And realized your loss.

The only promises,
I ever want to hear,
Are the ones you plan to keep,
Should you fail,
Let it be not be without the most vigorous of crusades.

Isn't it pleasing,
To wake up,
Brew some coffee,
And watch the sun wake the world,
A moment to catch your breath,
And find peace.

Why do I love you?
I think at times,
It's your smile or laugh,
And the way you hold my hand,
But maybe,
The largest reason of all,
I love you because,
You remind me to love myself.

You won't know if the water is warm,
Till you feel it,
You won't know it's real,
Till it hurts.

"Take my hand,
And trust my touch",
So I did,
And felt of his love.

The hardest tasks,
Are nothing,
Compared to the effort,
It takes to truly love another.

Hands are unique,
Rough, soft, old, new, large or small.
But they often link,
When all hope,
Appears bleak.

Often I wonder,
To what end is your touch?
How can your fingers,
Still gather and refine,
New threads of my soul?

The word "child" speaks of innocence,
From it's beginning to end,
And yet,
The child is shown violence and horror,
The seen evil dwarfs every adult before them,
And yet they smile,
Though bound to a world of guilty.

Just one more round I said,
Halfway through the third,

I miss that raw feeling,
Of being alive,

For now,
I zombie through life.

I don't have time for negative vibes,
Drugs, theft, or wine,

My quest log is already too full.

Dorito chips and mountain dew,
The bread and butter of our youth,

Kino Der Toten,
Where the strange portal lays,
Black Ops Zombies,
I'd play to the end of days.

It's a most weird feeling,
When someone you knew,
Blends right back into,
The sea of strangers,

And you pretend,
To have never swam in each other's ocean.

So you came back,
Like a ghost to haunt,
You speak of self change,
And a buried past,

But I remember the living,
When you spoke with anger,
You wrapped me in a toxic cast,

The stone is faded,
But the memory lasts.

"Just one more",
Then he kissed me,
Many more times,
Each sweeter than the last.

I love those kisses,
Where your nose is cold,
It makes the warmth from your lips,
That much sweeter.

If someone gives you their heart,
And you take it and love it,
They will love you forever,

If you break the heart given,
And you discard all it meant,
The heart will have trouble ever loving again,

For the given heart is not so easily gifted back.

This is a poem for those abused
For I am one myself

I survived and moved on
Remember there are people to help

It's not your fault and it's okay to tell someone

They may have touched me
But they can never touch my heart or soul

The most beautiful love story,
Is that of light and nothing,

Light brings something to nothing,
Nothing allows light to shine.

Be a nothing to a light.
Be a light to a nothing.

Perhaps I was young,
Desperate for warmth,
And you saw my untainted trust.

And perhaps you taught me lessons,
Ones I have yet to find forgiveness,
Left to die in my chest.

And perhaps I was naive,
I looked to you for love,
Yet all I found was empty promises.

I love with youth,
Vitality and passion,
But I hope to learn,
The art of loving old.

I stole from you.
Your hoodie,
Right off your back.
It's only fair,
For you stole my heart. <3

You're the one,
I want to keep,
And hold in my heart,
Till I fall to dust,
Just as hard as I've fallen for you.

Somedays we work,
Some nights we cry,
Sometimes I lay on the floor and stare into nothing,

For all the somethings in life,
One thing is true,
It's always okay to be you.

Each morning I wake,
And begin the day,
Though I share this life with others,
I'll only ever see,
Out of the eyes I own,

Thus I wonder,
Perhaps I'm alone?

Is it love?
I ask myself each morning,
Do I trust?
Him? Myself?
My feelings?

Perhaps it is or perhaps it's not,
Whatever it is,
It's beautiful.

I knew my mother once,
Her kindness and simple true advice,
I knew her habits and laughs,
And her love of cooking, family, and life,

She would speak of love,
And reached out to me,
She saw my struggles clear,
I would pour myself into her lap,

And then she was gone,
I don't recognize her now,
Hate and scrutiny filled her heart,
She leaves for weeks at a time,

I miss my mother dearly,
As does my father,
I'm afraid for her,
Why did she leave her sanity?

Please fair partner, help a soul whom is stricken,
Bend down as I lay here and yelp solemnly fading,
Hurry before I succumb to the pain and infliction,
Assist a fellow player in delaying an early ending,

Do you not remember me aiding you previous?
Have you forgotten our loyalty, our engagement?
My willingness to fight does not make me impervious,
Not to bother and beg but I’m fading into pavement.

My vision has turned a deep shade of ****** red,
An ombre of grey is mixed as seconds tick by me,
These hands clutch and contain a weapon great,
Show mercy fellow samaritan, stop to save thee,

Give me the savior’s juice, dying is simply no fun,
Please good teammate, revive I have the raygun..