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I'm sorry for being me
when you needed someone else.
To many people, and to myself.
Silence is a sound
Silence is a text message
With just a smiley
Knowingly he cares
Silence is an image of the meadow
Waiting for the natural sound of the wind

Silence is reaching the top of the mountain
you look around in slow motion and said I did it
God **** it I did it!
Silence is just golden,
Silence is a sound
one more poem and i'll be over you
one more verse and you're history
one more line and i'm through
one more rhyme and i'm free
Is there tear gas in this room?
Because I can't stop crying
The gas crawls down my esophagus
And crushes my wounded heart.

“God this hurts”

I keep typing,
Praying to computer screen
That I'll forget the smell of your hair
I type till my fingers bleed
So I can forget what your touch feels like
How our lips fit perfectly together.

“God I hate myself”

The only phrase I think of
When I'm pleading for things to back to normal
Back to the days
Where you didn't want to to crack open my skull
And see all of the ugly things
That drift around my cranium

“Baby please I'm sorry. I’m a mess,
A klutz, who waltzes around with stupidity
Baby I get this feeling in my head
When you are not around
I want to keep writing you these love letters
By sliding them under your doors called your eyelids”
But I can’t

I sit alone in the bus called life
Looking across my seat
I see you, my love
Holding onto the bar
Your pretty Blue headlights
That make me drawn to you
Your pretty Blue headlights
Covered with the rain I caused
I'm a rain man,
you see, when people get close to me
I get scared
And force the skies rain to tears with pain.


The only thing that floats in my mind
Is that I hope the man of you life
Buys you flowers
Sunflowers especially
And shows up to your work unexpectedly.
I hope you can travel to Paris
and keep a long list of all of the countries
you've cuddled in.
With him.
I hope you he can handle seeing the stars
From your eyes every time you guys cuddle
Under the moon light.
I hope he can teach you how to slow dance
And I hope that he can teach me
On how to be a better man.
Like a broken record
the same arguments

Play >>>>>

Stop ||

Rewind <<<<<

and in an instant
we add more scratches and chips
to the shiny spinning vinyl
that is our relationship.
I kept on telling him
that my lips were made
of pillows as if he
couldn't feel them
with his charcoal tips
as his lips broke across
my shea skin. We are
globs of jojoba oil
set above a fire.
We melt. Together.
I long more than anything
To live deep under the sea
To have the blankets of salt water
Completely suround me

To be able to live
With a dolphin heart
And be totally playful
Cause i know its my part

To make others smile
Whenever they see me play
Cause God gave me the gift
To make anyone's day

I want  a dolphin heart
But not a dolphins mind
I long for a playful spirit
And i long to be kind

But i wish to be courageous
And i want to be daring and brave
So a lion's soul i wish for too
Because those are my gifts that God gave

I wish to be a leader
Because Christ has called me
So a dolphins heart and a lion's soul
Is who im meant to be
Yet again a poem for my friend
Love can't be described
It has no shape, it has no form.
Love is not an object
Love does not conform.

Love enters our lives
The moment we are born.
From the cradle to the grave
Love's in everyone.

Love burns like a candle
That sometimes flickers but never dies.
Love may be invisible
Although it's right before your eyes,

Love can leave you empty
Love can make you whole.
Love can make or break you
Love is in your soul.

Love is in your heart
Love is in your mind.
Love doesn't discriminate
Love is always blind.

Love is universal
It encompasses the globe
No matter where you are
Love has a language all its own.

Love is all around you
There's plenty of love to spare.
You cannot see or touch it
But love is everywhere.

Love's the greatest power
And yet it is so small.
Love's a gift from God
To be shared amongst us all.
So here I am,
Praying to a God that won't answer me,
The one you don't believe in but still curse for your shortcomings.
And as tears fall to my lips,
I realize they taste a hell of a lot like whiskey and your broken promises.
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