I've told so many people about you
Do you tell people about me?
I've told you things I never release.
Do you usually say those things?
I get comfortable and nervous at the same time
Do you get mixed feelings?
I'm so jealous when you hug other girls
Do you want to hug me?
I think of you when I wake
Do you think of me when you sleep?

The
tone
of
his
voice
was
poetry
to
my
heart

He looked fine. Fine with a y. Fyyyyne
However another guy had the best style, he could mismatch and make it fit.
Then again no man had abs like him, it was a canvas I longed to....
I will never forget the other guys eyes, his hazel eyes spoke to me.
How couldn't I mention the manly stance, broad shoulders, large hands man.
But honestly, I never saw beauty till I met blank.
Blank is kind, the kind that gives and expects nothing, for he
simply wants to see joy in me.
Blank is confident in himself, in a way that needs to prove nothing because he humble by nature
Blank is rational yet irrational in a way that strives and hopes.
Blank is funny, uplifting, ****.
Blank teaches me about myself, he makes me better.
I've never seen one as beautiful internally, which it illuminates externally.
Hopefully I meet blank.
_, I love you.

Mean what you say
For meaningless sayings
are mean.

It's so quiet
It's so quiet that I can hear everything that I feel
There's space for my thoughts
I feel light

I ran to the sun rise
And wondered why
It looks beautiful everytime.
It climbs the same
With a fuse of red yellow
And an orange flame.
In that moment I prayed
Let me feel the beauty
I want to be astonished
continually.
I want my love to rise with the sun.
I want this feeling to never
Be done.

How can I really articulate myself to you?
I shake and consistently smile.
My cheeks are in pain.
My breath stops.
The brain receives no oxygen.
I can't think.
My heart won't beat.
I guess, in a way I am perfectly articulating myself to you.
You make me loose control.

Today I reminisced  about you
I miss you?
I miss the feeling?
I don't know.
I need a bandaid
I think my heart is bleeding a bit.

That sheering pain in my toe was wonderful
Why?
Because for 1 2 3 4 5 seconds.
The pain in my heart was absent.
The pain in my toe makes it hard to walk.
The pain in my toe is ripping my skin.
The pain in my toe is drilling my bone.
But the pain in heart makes it hard to breath.
The pain in my heart rips my dignity
The pain in my heart drills my soul.
So for a second longer,
please let my toe hurt.

I just ate two bowls of cereal to make myself feel better.
Why do we pile on to the pain.
Why don't we dig the pain out
and then fill it with cereal?

I ate so much cereal to mask my pain.
I ate because I was rebelling against myself.
Now I'm burping up my cereal.
It doesn't taste good anymore.
Karma

Untouched souls
are
whole because of the purity.
Untouched souls
are
holes because of the purity.

Dear Bosco
When I look at you, I see a true hu[man].
People always strive to be a real man.
Unfortunately the common definition of a man is skewed.
In turn those that have that definition are skewed too.
But what makes you a true man,
is that you are human.
You care for your family
so you are strong for us.
But you're honest with me,
and expose yourself emotionally.
You work so hard
I can only imagine the pain.
But in the work I see the gain.
Yet and still you stay humble.
This is what makes you so lovable.
You display a self control
I'm not sure I can get a hold.
You are not the definition of superior exterior.
You are not the definition of a lack in love
because you must be tough.
You are the definition of a human.
This makes you a man.
I know what type of man
who will hold my hand
because of you.

Dear Mom,
I don't understand you.
You haven't been loved in years.
I write about love all the time.
It's lack is possibly one of my fears.
I think it's that you have found love in me.
Enough love to fill the void of the other
type of love.
You smile continuously
even when the pain of the world piles rigorously.
Although, I may not agree with everything.
But that does not matter.
Because you give me everything.
You give me love.

I'm not sure.
I'm unclear.
But I can tell you what I feel.
I feel a passionate cloud stuck in in my chest.
So vague, so foggy, the mist.
Constantly I breathe more in,
as it suffocates me.
Though I know something clear is being built.
Something I fear is being built.
And when I breathe it out.
I will be sure.

Love brings
Happiness
Happiness brings
Riches
Riches bring
Success.
Love, the domino effect.

Eclectic thoughts sounds fancy.
If I make myself sound appeasing
then perhaps they cant see.
My eclectic thoughts **** me.

Don't worry my friend,
bad feelings will pass.
Be thankful for them,
I keenly ask.
Without these sorrows,
there's no appreciation.
You'll feel it more tomorrow,
the happiness acclimation.

My feet are cracked.
My feet are cold.
The only thing leading me
is my heart.
Oh, how warm

I ****** up.....once again.
no, 6x8 doesn't equal 46, it's 48.
I know, well is an adverb, and I said I'm doing good.
Oh, he's there. I'll just flip my hair. **** I don't have hair.
I've known myself for 17 years, and I just spelt my last name wrong. awk
It's quiet, and I don't even know what that burp sneeze cough sound that just came out of my mouth was. So I will hum for now.
I'm singing passionately and loud because this is my song, that I apparently don't know the lyrics to. Why me.
and then finally, I couldnt explain how I felt.
but in all that was ****** up,
he understood me.

Walk away my dear
we are on different journey's
Don't you know that when you glance back
I get a piece of hope.
Don't you know that you shouldn't look back?
I guess I wouldn't know you looked back if I didn't look back either.
Guilty

Please please don't interrupt only if you stay
I can't afford making space in my heart
Only to leave it vacant, that's not okay.
Now I must reconstruct, or fill it up
to erase an empty hole.
Oh, the wind makes it tough,
and screams back,
not enough in the soul.
The worst part is that I had no control.
You built this space in my heart
You left, and I have nothing to hold.
Maybe come back and make my hole whole?

I am in control
I know when to start
I know when to stop
I can change if I want
I can stay the same if I please
I am disciplined
I am confident
I am strong
I am solid
but love
love changes all of that
for love
I am weak

Im not a cactus.
I am a rose.
I have layers of petals.
I am not as discrete.
I am soft
I won't hurt you with needles.
Treat me like the rose I am
I need water
I can't thrive like a cactus can.
Tend to me, love me
and I will be beautiful.
Care for me, hug me
fill my red soul.

The snow is a beauty that pains me with it's cold
But it's beauty is so beautiful

I thought I was just getting by.
No. I don't want to do that.
Perhaps if I rhyme,
I'll sound fine.
No. No. No
It's all wrong.
I'll save you from the cliche
that I wan't to magically inspire you with.
I'll stop myself from attempting to sound clever
with my rehearsed lines that I claim are ad-libs.
I'll tell you straight.
I. want. to. feel. passion.
The kind that weighs your chest down
from the moment your in unison
and separate into harmonies
as an emergent part
yet still together as a whole
like unison.
The kind that makes you feel pain
breaking your back
when one has hurt the back
of your friend
because you are one.
The kind that keeps you struggling
because the journey it kills
but the results save
so you continue to walk, run, drag yourself
till the end.
The kind that makes you focus
on one in a million and five.
The kind that makes you perceive
a new perspective of a million and six.
I. want. passion.
I want to feel together with something, someone, anything.
I want it to hurt deep.
The more blood that seeps
The more colors of passion
there will be.

I want to eat three donuts
and gain no weight.
I want to learn French
and speak Spanish fluently.
I want to play the guitar
and sing a Beatles songs.
I want to give more love
and have a boyfriend.
I want to receive more love
and have a boyfriend.
I want no language barriers
between myself and my family.
I want to not stress
about working out everyday.
I want to write too much
and have many to appreciate it.
Most of all
I want to stop wanting so much.

I wish I loved you
like I wish he loved me
but I don't.
I'll give it a try
because he never gave me one
that's the reason why
I wish I loved you
like you love me ***.
Because I hurt
knowing the pain that I felt
that you may feel.
Love is all too much
to deal
with.
I wish I loved you
so we could both be happy
but I don't love you
sadly
I'm so sorry
believe me

Hello princess,
You're beautiful,
Kind,
****,
Funny,
You make me smile,
I'm going to hug you close and deep,
Stare into your soul,
Hold your hand.
But I don't want you,
Remember, we're just friends.
There I was falling in love, then love didn't catch me.

Lets drink some wine
relate in our sadness
feel close
and not so empty
because of the wine
and us.

Sometimes I think about you all the time
But only sometimes.
If my mind knows it's all the time
it might hurt to much.

I dont like my liking of you.
I hope you like me too.
That way the liking will be two.
Then I'll like the likings we like.

When love hurts
it hurts more than physical pain.
I can faint
only during physical pain.
But with love I am alive
I'm living insane.
I'd rather *****
break an ankle
or hurt my back.
There are cures
for all of that.
They are rational aches
But the hurt from love is irrational
The hurt from love I hate.

Love me more in my ugliest times
because thats when I hate myself the most
and someone needs to love me
please

The other day I was so high
it was amazing.
I could not stop laughing and felt at ease
but as I went to sleep all that was left
was me.
I was lonely.
I was so low

MISERY.
my
issues
stay
engulfed
This poem makes no sense

Ask me what I fear and
I'll say I fear nothing.
Then one may think of how pretensions I am,
but that's not it.
I fear nothing.
In a sense of lacking connection.
No bad, no nice.
An empty life.
I have a fear, I fear nothing.

I.
can't.
talk.
When I'm with you
I.
feel.
so.
much.
When I'm with you.
With our eyes,
lets substitute what we say and just gaze.
It translates better that way.

We are opposites
And I like you
For every reason
That I'm not

I asked myself, how can love hurt this much?
It's like we throw ourselves with our eyes closed.
Except we don't actually throw ourselves, because we have no control.
That's it, love orders us, we don't handle it.
We don't have a choice.
Love may carry us to the heights that take our breath away.
Love may push us to the depths of my heart not saved.

I hate you
because I like you.

It's my heart,
and you own it.

Without you I feel fine,
but when I see you I'll want you.

You're doing nothing,
and causing chaos in my life.

Beautiful
Morbid
Chaos.

If they drop me
and I fall
I'll hit the ground
running
and I'll soar

I stand still in reflection
at how much has happened
how slow everything feels
how fast it all went
and how much can happen.
In short
the events in life
were fast.
In long
the current events
in life
feel slow.
I don't feel like I'm moving
which scares me.
But then I reflect
and see how I've come so far.
When I realize the speed through reflection
my mind wants to stand still
in awe.
But time waits for none.
With time I must move on.