I fall in Love a little bit everyday
With someone new,
But it’s usually you
In the front of my mind

I fall in love with her lips
With his thousand watt teeth,
That make my knees go weak
With the shades of pink running
through her blonde
With the long wavy blackness
that reaches to his hips
With his soft grey’s warmth
With her slanted noir yeux
With his olive tan
With her rich coffee brown

I fall in Love a little bit everyday
With someone new
But usually it You
In the front of my mind

I fall in love with your smile
With the sun in your mouth
I fall in love with the way
That your hair parts funny in the back
With the stubble along your chin
With your perfect cream skin
I fall in love when you are kind
And when you are a ****
I fall in Love every time
That your soft brown eyes meet mine
And my stomach turns to butterflies

I fall in Love a little bit everyday
With someone new,
But usually it’s you
In the front of my mind

Somewhere in your passion lies a place for me
Though you refuse to admit it, you did love me once
I wish once was again, but I cannot make you be
Something that God never intended for you to be
I hope that along your way you do find
What you searched for i me that I couldn’t give you,
I hope you find happiness and love
I hope she makes you shape up without you giving up
Because she deserves everything you never gave me
She deserves to be happy, she’s your goddess so treat her like one
She deserves your time, for you to care
And I know that someday I will be happy too
I’ll find someone to give me the joy I didn’t get from you
I will find love, happiness, I have hope
I sincerely wish the same on you

“Those who don’t believe in magic will never find it.” -Roald Dahl

“Somewhere, something incredible is waiting to be known.” -Carl Sagan

“To be able to look back upon one’s life in satisfaction, is to live twice.” -Kahlil Gibran

“If the wind will not serve, take to the oars.” Latin proverb

“How wonderful it is that nobody need wait a single moment before starting to improve the world.” -Anne Frank

“Each of us has his own alphabet with which to create poetry.” -Irving Stone

Can someone tell me what love is?
Please explain because I don’t understand.
I’ve never been in this much pain,
How can this be what songs and poems
Are so beautifully written about?
I thought I understood, but I was wrong;
I don’t like being wrong, but I want to know.
Someone, please, tell me what love is.
I’m desperate to understand,
So please explain,
How can something that hurts this bad,
Be what people long for in life?
Tell me, I beg of you, what is love?

That’s what’s wrong with this country:
We fidget.
We fidget with our hands
With our politicians
With our plans
We fidget in an unending cycle
Because we don’t know what to do with ourselves
So do not fidget
Give yourself a purpose
Be still, be steady
A rock in a ceaselessly moving current of people.

I burn alone
A star loose in the cosmos
Lost, and alone
But at least I am free

I burn bright
My light shines trough
The black holes
But it is a futile light

I burn silent
My cries are unheard
Every sizzle and snap
But I listen to the others

I burn alone
My cries go unheard
Lost and lonely
But my futile light is unseen

A pointless star
Too far out to have any purpose
Alone in the cosmos
But to know the pain of others, I am useless

Love is nothing more
Than giving someone a gun
Pointed straight at your heart
And trusting that they won’t pull the trigger

And when they do
The only person you can be angry at
Is yourself
Because you gave it to them

Memories
Are like
Invisible ink
You can’t see it
But that doesn’t mean
That they aren’t there

I’m tired of poems about
Hope and peace and love
And sadness and lore
Someone give me anger
Someone give me gore
Someone give me hatred
Someone give me war
Give me all the bitterness
That runs through your body
Give me something more
Than this superficial artfully crafted haze
Give me the reality of your pain
Because pain contains so much
Beauty that is often ignored
Give me your red eyed three am
Give me your lonely and twisted hearted
Give me your broken and sorrow
Give me your absolute dread of tomorrow
Lend to me your rage at the world
For we as an army, will wage chaos on the earth.

My sun went out
The stars were ripped from my sky
And through it all
I sat and watched it happen
I commanded it be done
I signed the orders
Watched my words work
And no one even tried to stop me.

I am lonely beyond what words can tell
I am angry beyond what I can say
I am hurt beyond any understanding
And somehow,
I am numb beyond any sort of warmth

I’m a poet
And didn’t know it

Until a teacher put a pencil in my hand
And told me to write something grand

So I wrote and I wrote
Until I had built myself a boat

I made the teacher cry
But I made the oceans dry

My boat couldn’t sail away
And neither could I stay

So I wrote myself a plane
But jtes were taken by a crane

So I wrote myself a car
But it couldn’t get very far

So then I wrote a bike
But the wheels fell off near the pike

So then I wrote a pair of shoes
But someone stole them, gave me a bruise

At last I wrote about my own two feet
Surely nothing those could beat

He picked me up
And put me back together
Healed my broken pieces
Gave me the safety that I craved
Then he ripped me back apart
Threw me down
And took it all away

I just hope that she was worth it.

Missing someone
Who isn’t gone
Is like having
A hungry soul

Loving someone
Who cannot return it
Is like having
An empty heart

I have never understood
The one night stand
To give you body away
And then to demand
That it not be taken

To borrow the flesh of another
For one moment of pleasure
Then to ****** it back at them
To never know for sure
Where your partner has been

To accept the music of their body
In exchange for your own
To share the most private part of your soul
And not to call them home
I’ll never understand a one night stand

I look in the mirror and understand
I will never be worth your precious time

Shining stars
And beautiful scars
That’s all we are

What if every person
Titled each poem
With the line it contained
That they found to be the most
Meaningful?

What a joke

I poured to you
                         My heart and soul
                                                        and this is the thanks I get
                                    For my love
I can’t do this, I must
Leave

I have no pity
For anyone else
Beacause no one
Had any pity for me

My moon
She is beautiful
So soft
So warm
And yet, so cold
The dark side of me
Bathed in her bright light
Like she could melt the ice from
My soul.

My greatest muse, he is the sun

My greatest muse, he is the stars

My greatest muse, he is a sticky kiss when he has a fever

My greatest muse, he is the ocean

But, my greatest muse, he will never be the moon

How does it make you feel
To know that you made me feel
Everything
And nothing
All
At
Once

My boy
He is strange sometimes,
But then,
What is normal?

My boy
He is lovely
And loving
And loved.

My boy
He is colored
In blues
And reds.

My boy
He is beautiful
He is kind
He is hope

Why don’t we give flowers to boys?
Is it not masculine for them to enjoy
The delicate curve of petals,
So very like lips?
Why don’t they get Teddy bears
And soft stuffed things
To cuddle like a lover,
So very like girls do?
Why don’t we give them
Mushy little love notes,
Just like we expect?
Things go both way my friends.

He called me beautiful
And I wouldn’t have believed him if not
For the hurt in his eyes when I laughed in his face

I have not prayed in a very long time
It’s not that I don’t try
Or that I don’t believe
I just can’t push it all out of my soul in words
“Words, words, words,
They do not reach me”
I do not know how
I want to
But I do not feel God
I pray in emotions
Because that’s all that I know
I can only hope that He understands.

I was so terrified
At my first kiss
I was his first too
He told me I was terrible

The second I only prefer
Not to mention
So sweet
What a shame

So when it came to you
I was petrified
The first time
Our lips touched

So deathly afraid
That I wouldn’t be
Enough/ good enough for you to stay
No one else did,

No one but you

How can love be so selfish an emotion
Yet so selfless simultaneously?
Where’s the sense?

I used to think that blue eyes were over rated
And then I fell in love
Every time
He looked at me
It was like the ocean of his soul cleansed
The filth and dirt from my mind
And all I have wanted since
Was to see those eyes forever
Like glacier ice
They freeze me in my tracks
Keeping me from marking myself
Thinking of how sad they would look if he knew
Like flame
They burn me up inside
Turning my stomach to butterflies and ice
With all his understanding kindness
I see they sky reflected in him
With its storms
And the sun
And, my god, I see the stars.

To be comfortable with someone,
Even when all you have is their words
That is Love
To enjoy the stolen kisses when everyone’s around and no one sees
Much more than the private ones
That is Love
To prefer being held, and holding
Over touching or being touched
That is Love
To know them by the sound
Of their heartbeat
That is Love

Snow is beautiful
My favorite part of winter
Pure and white
Unstained
By doubt
Fear
Longing
Perfect
Like a reflection of the sky
And something that we all long to be

The sunlight burns me
He’s too warm
He’s too bright
My skin can’t take his heat
My eyes can’t take his shine
But I still need him to survive
For if he should perish
Then I should follow
The universe would collapse and time would stand still

He
does
Not look
like
I
Thought he
would
Death
I thought it was a skull
He should be a scythe
Ah! The glorious scythe
Curved and gleaming
But
      where
       is
it
That vicious scythe
Notherenotherenothere
Where
Why
       is
He
     beautiful
kind
          funny
  wrong
Shouldn’t be
Should be
hideous
But he is wonderful
With eyes bluer than the sea
And skin turned copper in the sun
no gleaming bone
no grinning skull
His only weapon:
the beautiful lies that escape his lips and drip down my ears,
so very like honey
And they’re mine
I accept his embrace

Empty pages
burn myeyes
Like a reflection
Of somethingdeep
inside