What words to describe a person,
do you use words of love, or hate?
Words that distinguish one or standardise them?
I use these words describe you and our story.

Hum, the steady sound of your voice and being
that prevents me from being alone.

Hunger, that I crave
the only substance I need to keep me alive.

Grin, the smile thats grows
when I'm around you and disappears when we are apart.

Greeting, from saying hello
to good morning when we wake entwined.

Imprint, that stamp you leave
leaving your smell on the pillows long after you've gone.

Impetuous, those impromptu trips out
beaches, road trips, kisses, that show your love.

Frame, the moments we want to pause
treasure for ever in frames yet time ticks on.

Foul, for the bad days and moods we have
natural and made us stronger, for good and bad.

Apertural, the opening of our hearts
that lets in the light of us, love, hope of a future.

Absent, when sitting with friends or at work
I’m not there, I’m still in the morning in my head with you.

These words mean different things to people,
average words in dictionaries, but for us
these words have different meanings with more substance
a dictionary of us.

What do we really gain from hard work and time,
But the dust of life and an intellect mind,
When will my bones grow down deep, Into the ground.

I can hear it in the distance
The sound of war, the true fight.

And I remember, the banshee beat.

It is so incredibly difficult to come to the conclusion that it has only been four months since I have met you. After several days of trying to find words and knit them together into a poem was a struggle for me, so here I am, writing you a letter. I would also like to apologize in advance for the sloppiness and disorganization you will find in these next few words. I know I have said this several times, to you and to myself, but I will continue to say this until the day I fall. But you, you mean so much to me. And this love doesn't hurt. It doesn't hurt to be with you. It doesn't hurt to think about you, because I know that you are mine. And I am so blessed to be able to see your smile everyday and see your smile at night when we drink strawberry shakes and as I steal your fries. I don't care what time is it. I don't care if I should go to bed, because you will be on my mind either way, awake or asleep. And I don't care what this world thinks. I don't care simply because the only thing I can even think about is you. It's you. It's you that I want to continue to hold hands with and take pictures with and laugh with. I don't want you to let me go when we watch scary movies and I want you to continue kissing my forehead when we lie down beside one another. I don't ever want to stop stealing your french fries and I don't want to stop catching you take sips from my strawberry shake. I just want you to stay with me. Please don't leave me. Stay. You are already stuck on my mind and running through my veins and I don't ever want to lose you.

Venturing into the heart of insanity,
(my mind)
I fear that i will lose myself.
I hear the blood rushing in my head
(Will it ever drown me?)
As its the only sound i hear apart from myself.
Alone with my thoughts,
(Wish me well..)
Maybe this is what i want.
Insanity. Chaos. Something.

You love haiku poems
I only love being free
Love is different

She is surrounded by white walls
That only add
To the odd feeling
Of the fluorescent lights beating
Down on her head.
There is no sun,
Only chairs
And the thin wall
Separating her from her father.
Her father
A man
Who appears to have been
Strong willed
Until he was confined
To the small bed
On which he lies
Hooked up to a machine
And unable to speak.
His eyes are closed,
Thinner than he ever was,
He looks . . .
Weak,
Feeble even.
She digs her head deeper in the book,
Separating her from the other people in the room,
From the thoughts that haunt her.
It doesn't matter
What the words say,
It's the only thing she has.
She clings on to the book as if
It was her father's life.
On a thread
She can't help but take a deep shaky breath;
Breathing is the only thing keeping her from
Crying
All she can do is keep breathing.

Wisdom teeth,
Pulled out this week.
Tongue in cheek,
You carve her name
Through
Your skin as you sleep.

I could write an essay
On the way you hold your body
Near;
A novel on your hopes and
Fears.

I do not know her,
But she has left me
Clenching
At my flesh.
Nails red as wine.
She has left my heart in
Ribbons
At your feet.

Your face mapped out in
Scratches
On a stranger’s thighs,
And I’ll go home to my own
Tonight.