I will not be another rose
picked for my beauty
Then left to die.

No i will be a spectacular wildflower,
The kind you would never bring to a wedding,
Difficult to find,
impossible to forget.

Or i will set myself on fire,
And burn,
And pray to become  ash,
The kind that float
like fresh snow
So that i can join the soil,
And other wildflowers can
grow through me.
The ones no one will pick
Or put in a vase.
So that you could not display them at my funeral

It's disheartening
When apologies carry
So little weight that

They nearly get lost
Within the so incoherent
Buzz your voice now makes-

All the things you have
To say are so severely
Lacking truth, merit.

"I don't believe your
Apologies anymore."
You used to tell me.

I understand now,
The weight those words carry hit
The cement with an

Echo that screams with
A resounding statement; *"I
Don't believe yours either."

I am sorry
If you don't like my poems
I am sorry
That even if you don't like them you still sometimes have to see them
But you know i can't stop writing
Sometimes even when there is no rhyme or reason
I sometimes even question myself why why do i write them?
And what do i want from them?!
I know they are far from the lyrical analogy of a well formed mind deeply inclined towards touching the chords of another heart in a random tandem
But i can't stop
So pardon

This one is silent
Like an unfelt unexpected apologie
Honestly cold and safe from
Treacherous feeling
This one is dull like
A conversation with too many
Words never to be spoken
Or the black hole in the chest
Ever expanding
This one is to be sipped
As it unfolds
Into our memory
As metamorphosis
That knew not her true face
This one is beyond limits
Beyond definitions fluctuating
Endless continuum between
The depths and hights
Fearful and admiring of them both
This one is about
One that will never be
Because it is
And tomorrow will be another day
This one is about
you

You can't stab and apologie,
You can't say bad words and take them back,
You can't make me say something and then say you are sorry to force me,
You can't make me believe you are perfect and then take it all back,
You can't say you are sorry when it's too late.
You can't, that's it.

Under a moonlit sky.........I sit in the sand and wonder why
The stars and sun and activity of the planets around us.....this feeling I have in my chest is just so hard to discuss
My hands are shaking and my knees grow weak.......it is the love my life this is what I seek
My mind is in sync with astrology......and if you fail to understand my sincere apologie
As the sun it sets and so do my. Dreams.....but with my confidence I know it is not as bad as it seems
She is in my mind in my nightmares and also in my heart........I have loved her from the very start
She is my miricle and our love lives on in my veins......I am tired of this feeling and all my pains
To regain my love it is in the air........to show her and the world how much I care
The sun will rise on our love again.....and I will make her happier than she has ever been

Live the moment
Life itself explains
Live in the moment.

The first sight of your loved ones
The first date with her,
The first dinner with her.
The first smile she gave to you,
You catch a glimpse of it.
Just cherish every moment spend with her.

The first talk with her,
The first argument with her.
The first sorry you said to her,
The apologie you gave to her.
Just cherish every moment.

The first time you said love you to her,
The first time she restrained to say she loved you.
The first promise you gave to her.
Just cherish every moment.

The first fight with her,
The first time you tried to persuade her.
Just cherish every moment.

Love is a game give it what ever you have.
Dont worry if she leaves you.
Because you were not alone who enjoyed the moment. You will be always be remembered by her; you had given what ever you had.
Just cherish every moment.

And just move on, this was an experience you had.
Live the moment.