You know boy, treasure that kiss
and all the others, they'll be pure bliss
For I had one once, a velvet kiss
on her soft, lush lips.

For me there's no more, not one such kiss
And they're one thing I'm sure I'll miss
One thing about which I'll reminisce
So yes boy, treasure that kiss

So you're asking me what I wrote poems about?

About questions asked, but never answered
about remembering, or being someone new
about love, about treasure
about life, about you

But now I realize all the things you notice
the things that I don't really see
like the way my leg shakes when I'm nervous
you keep on pointing it out to me

Now there is one thing this says to me
That you still pay atention to what I do
so you probably know that what I want to be
is where he is, sitting next to you

So now that I know you like me too
and you've always known that I'm in love
so I've just got one question for you
what is it that you're so scared of?

Is it something to do with him?
are you wondering how are you gonna explain it?
you won't have to cause even he can't be that dim
but there is something I must admit

I know you would never leave him
and I know I will never get you
and love is something in which I'd rather swim,
drown so I know what I've got to do

I've got to leave, and say goodbye
I'll find someone else, someone who
won't bring back memories or make me cry
because she is going to be nothing like you

I write this not because I am filled with hate
But simply because you noticed too late

Blank mind, cloudy vision
the satisfying crack of collision
from an elbow swung, or punch thrown
and in my ears, a buzzing drone

I breath deeply, and start to think
of how I was pushed, to the brink
I really do regret it now
I'd fix it but, I don't know how

But it feels so good, at the time
but the mind doing it, isn't mine
It's not the nice sweet child
with polite voice, and manners mild

But which am I and which is me?
Which one of those am I going to be?
The child, who's weak yet nice?
Or the monster, nobody crosses twice?

Sunbeams through her hair
as she reads through her book
oh with her beauty so fair
all of my love, she then took

Words are just tools, or things to be used
they can make sense of the world, or leave you confused.
Love's just a word, so's beauty, perfection;
they once conveyed meaning of undying affection
but they're now overused, and so seem cliche
what good are words she won't believe anyway?
But say them I shall, just to let her know
that for me love means the same as it did long ago.

i'm with you, "even when I think you're wrong"
i'll be with you to say that it's ok to be afraid,
that it's fine to make mistakes,
that the confusion is only on the surface

when you hold the hands of the Devil,
i wanna show you how to look into his eyes
and see that he doesn't really exist

"so many vases and no flowers",
you can take care of them,
they can take care of you

water in one day,
sun in the afternoon,
some compost once in a while,
but what they really want,
what they really care about
is your smile when you look at them in all their beauty

like the stars
that fall down only to put a smile upon your face
and then they feel happy to go away,
even though they would like to stay
to be near you

they will be happy to go away
just to see that smile
when you see them crossing the sky

what is distance, anyway?
she's so far away, and she was here with me yesterday
what is loneliness, after all?
when you cry alone, you just didn't realize that the world is holding your hands

but come on, cry
let it all be washed out in the rain

the water knows it's ways,
and it will lead you again into the ocean
it will again make you feel safe

so come on,
you already have the seeds,
put them in some place where you can take care of them
and they can take care of you

A man of his words
I could never be
Nor a man of deeds

Oftener time my commitments
Lay broken like shards of glass
Dead as the trampled seeds!

Good words are easier said
Good deeds are not easier done
Words not kept are loan unpaid
Good work left undone!

It’s sad that oftener time I fail
Spoken words I let them rust
If I weigh myself in an honest scale
I have been too long unjust!

Good deeds undone are forever lost
Good words are wasted dearly
When I think of the ones it cost
I can’t say I feel heavenly!