Lost the Light Poem
April 23, 2013

Hello darkness.
Can you help me find my friend - the light?
I seem to have lost him.
Ever since, I feel this stinging sharpness.
It’s scary, I feel like I am jumping from a great height.
Unsure, I feel as if I have been paralyzed in my limbs.
What if he doesn’t want to be found?
Will my friend - the light, ever return?
When will I see him again?
No matter how many poems I write.
Or a sad, sad diary entry.
I just can’t make things feel right.
These emotions rock me anything but gently.
It’s all ****.  Gone to ****.
I’ll delete the memories from that day we spent at the mall.
I’ll take another hit.
My medicine can be smelled all the way down the hall.
I don’t want to look at another piece of paper again.
I refuse to pick up my ***** of a pen.
These feelings become thoughts and they translate into words.
I look at them in front of me and read them, they stampede me in herds.
I’m done being undone.
I want to finish what I started.
But if I try to pick up where we left off, I run.
In the wrong direction - away from the sight of you;
so you can’t leave me broken-hearted.
Please release me from your torture chamber.
Being a stranger to your love is no easy labor.
I refuse to be unrequited.
I want to hate you just so I can be spited.
But I can’t.
I’m just a miserable plant.
Denied the light needed to grow.
Until the the darkness fades and you let me know that you’ve decided not to show.

MLK Day poem.
January 16, 2012

It speaks as if rainbow was a color.
A prism pyramid, built by a union of bricks.
Brick by brick, it stands, a structure, with the purpose to deliver a message.
A message as simple as that it stands there, as a structure.
A message, which promotes we, over she, he, it, they, or them.
It stands at the door of indifference.
It lies asleep, in an enclave of humanity's mind.
Awaiting its great awakening, the rainbow has always been there.
But no matter how much you may search for it, only we can find it.

Song in My Head
March 2, 2013

It’s a song that I try to write over and over and over again.
These tiny finger tips touch the pen cap and click, click, click, click.
But this paper just stretches too far to fill.
And this process refuses to start, until it doesn’t feel unreal.

I want you to see my vision.
Not enough to bring to life
Your reflection in the mirror.
A lifeless portrayal is the only way I could hope to get you right.

You are the song in my head.
And that’s okay.
I sing it every day.
I sing it just to show it and also so you know it.
That hey, hey, yeah that’s okay.
I’ve been singing this song, all along.
Just to get to you.
Because this is our song.

Perfect Poem
December 29, 2011

I look at you and tell me what do I see.
A pair of eyes, nothing else, ‘cause I can’t stop looking.
I think about how much I need you home.
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Laying in bed, my arms around you.
Tell me, do you go to sleep, and dream of me too?
You make me want to write a perfect poem.

It needs to sound like a song.
It should last as long, as I want our love to.
You could listen to it once, or as many times as you can do.
It gets me begging to get the chance to kiss you.
My heart gets heavy, you make it feel full.
I was lost in my emotions, but baby, then I felt, your pull. oh.

And when I’m there beside you,
Everything feels so peaceful, I could fall asleep.
Let’s create more moments I’ll want to keep.
Each time I see you is special, it all becomes brand new.
We’ll cuddle as I whisper, “I’m so glad we met.”
That first night was one I’ll never ever forget.

Unfinished poem.
August 11, 2012

Is anybody out there?
Can anybody hear me calling?

I'll throw my tears in the sky
to create a light
for those of you who understand
to hear my plight and take flight.

Please ascend for the sake of my defend!
My pride loses its will, and continues to bend.

Someday I'll finish this poem.
When I've built my home
- whatever it may be.

Stretch My Arms out to you
July 14, 2012

My arms can stretch farther now.
I can almost reach my father somehow.
I've come so far but have more to go before I bow.
I still love my life, as I reflect and think, "wow."

Some friendships have a shattered surface.
But nothing's perfect.
I take pride knowing its all been worth it.
Yet I can't help feeling nervous.

My memories, I paint them blue.
To help remind me of you.
I dedicate my talents to the shadow.
Of what kept me feeling so hollow.

A picture of the moon is an ideal symbol.
I want to touch down on the Earth after my great ascent.
It will someday be the destination to which I went.
Once I've demonstrated I'm capable.

One day I will stretch my arms out to you,
While I stand on the moon.
And you will receive me.
Whether I am a shadow or blue.

Summer Heat Poem
May 24, 2012

Man, this Summer heat has got me beat.
got me thinking how I wish some Winter snow would show.
That's when I look around the corner.
see an ice cream truck come to bring me something sweet.
There seems something 'bout this day outside, where the hot continues to make more heat.
But I stand out on the ever-so-thirsty lawn, I say it could use a good mow.
take off my shoes, pick up my trusty, rusty, old waterhose.
Walk around, let the crisp blades of grass wiggle through my toes.
Next comes my trip to the pool - pour on lotion - summer clothing.
instead of hot *** bikinis or trunks pieced together by string.
No sunburns for me!  I'll gladly skip out on the red, awful sting.