If my shadow were cast down a venturous hill
if the glow of my eyes cast longingly
one time more upon
the rose blooming
or a sunrise
then might would cast o' venture
into my black
shadow the reflections glow
might shine upon my dark black sights, might
my dreaming eyes awake?
then day ever shine no night
would ever be intolerable
or might I as  when I am
a poem live
forever
eternally?

The stars rest in your eyes
Nothing about you i can despise
When days are cloudy
and roads are rough
I'll be standing tough
Next to you
Never through
Wishing to stay forever
I wave goodbye
Until another
I love you
I'm being true
I love you
I really do

My love was pure.
My lover was not.
Can my heart endure,
this painful little spot?
I think to myself.
Who am I to judge?
Take the stain remover
from the shelf,
it's just a little smudge.

An emotionless pit of skin and bones
   Sunken eyes and pupils made of stones
She can't hear the judgement or grief
       Silently she sits with stares of disbelief
    She can't understand what she feels
         or say what she thinks
    Illiterate emotionally, unstable and drained of dignity
       Sleeps so sound she can't even hear her dreams
             Life continuously surrounds her yet can't seem to slow down
       She can't remember where the last place her sanity was found
           Dug herself into the ground just struggling to breathe
        Too lost in her mind to find the time to grieve
           An empty shell of the soul that she used to be
       And no one will be on the other side
                     *waiting...

Poetry** is the ADHD of literature