Only people with potential
find potential in others.
For it takes a lot of potential
to admit in other people's competence.

I miss you
in the breath
of broken promises
in involuntary verses
of the prose I cannot write

I miss you
in a senseless beat of irony
and the nights that close my eyes
with the truth that strikes the wall
in the calm and the collapse
in the storm that will not pass

I miss you
in a corner of the mind
too often occupied
with involuntary rhymes
and –in all that I cannot write

She sat down
I put the page in front
She merely stared
And painted a sea with teardrops on the shredded wood.

I passed along,
Pencil, charcoal, all that needs free
She sniffed, 'Better?' she said,
'I will feel better?'

Taking up her shivering white pencils
Of thin frail fingers, gripping graphite
Scratch, scratch, like a cat
Wanting to leave a locked room

The grey became black
The dust became mountains
And, she saw in here her life
As the clouds became rains

'But look', I put in
'Look what suns I make,
With a caring hand' I
Pushed a finger into the depths

A sunny print came out

Lisping, she rasped her breath back
And put a hand to the black dirt of the breaking
And made a hand-print;
Simple, like her delight

'You will learn to make
Suns of the shadows,
You will learn to make
Smiles of the silences

Your lines will be straighter
Your circles more graceful,
More curved to your *****
More jagged, if you wish.'

I smiled and she nodded
And watched her last tear fall,
Splashing down with tidal forces of sorrow on the page
An artist was born.

I felt
like I had to be cautious
Because the crunch of every footstep
Was going to wake a sleeping giant
Kind of like when I coughed all night
As a kid
Mother was going to have to take care of me
From dusk till dawn
Sometimes people are worth more than sleep
I felt
Like that wouldn’t be the worst thing to happen
It’s been so long since I felt the embrace
Of someone who really wanted to be there
I felt
Like I was finally home
The snow was a blanket that wasn’t cold
And I gratefully snuggled in
The sun was my brother
Showing me a better way
Out of the darkness
I felt
At peace in a torrential world
All of my pieces could finally find a place
I could fit them together
In way that doesn’t make me second guess
Everything I see in the mirror
I felt
I could finally figure out how to be on my own
Like being on my own wasn’t so bad
Because I didn’t feel alone
Despite no having anyone around
I felt
It’s possible to find a purpose
Even without a home, without family or friend
I felt
I could find a purpose that came from within
I felt
Something
That changed everything
Because it’s been so long
Since I felt
Anything
At all

Poems expose my vulnerability
But it's something about the tranquility
that keeps me writing again and again
I like it when
they are my escape
from this world of hate
Most of my poems are sad
but that is how I get past being mad
I like to write
All day and night
I prefer my friends and family do not read
what secrets I keep inside of me
I'm scared of people knowing
About what my poems are showing
Honestly they don't show me
And how happy life could be
But they do show small parts
of my heart
I just need to try
and write things my
feelings always feel
like maybe about the happy appeal
Either way I'm happy with this
Writing poems and feeling Bliss

To even think of her name makes those words bounce around my brain,
As hard as a head would be thrashed around a car in a crash,
For one To make me feel these very emotions, it makes me feel insane,
once they're out of your life its a missing piece never the same.
My chest aches and throbs like the bones of those passed their time in a nursing home frail, alone, waiting to die closing in on the last goodbye.
Her jade coloured eyes glisten like the gems they are, but only in a picture of my mind that it had taken, despite me wanting to forget, trying to not let regret stab through like a bayonet to my heart, it spikes through when i'm lonesome and the sadness overcomes my mind at dark times.
After All the time that passed all the tears we cried everything we learned I feel I'd rather die than lie and say i'm okay while drying my eyes and quickly running off with a quick goodbye.
Than have your name come back to me have my body shake and my conscious scream trying to escape this dream turned nightmare trapped in this reoccurring theme.
But for now you're gone and it might be for good for nothing I do can ever come close oh what I wouldn't what I couldn't say to make you stay
All the stones skipped to the sea making wishes on stars for thee all those coins in the fountain, all the words I put together a failed art none of which could fix my heart
I still wish I can I wish I might wish once more for this love to start almost every night hoping something might. just bring your beauty back
But there still nothing but aching in this sinking heart with no end in sight