If you ever had something strange
happen in a way where two friends
send signals disconnected
and it's the end
of an idea that once lived
in a mind
but not the other mind
an argument is had
whether a brawl or a jab
to someone
it feels like a stab
a wound
will it heal?
in real
is all that what is
really what appears?
the two of you will get together
and the issue will be brought up
a question asked
a reminder
a request for appeal
the best way to handle it
is to smile and say
"Let's not talk about it"
change the conversation
or walk away

i look at that girl and i wonder what she is thinking.

i wonder if she is happy,
or if she ever will be happy,
or if happiness is even a plausible thing anymore.

she doesn’t seem unhappy,
but even appearances can’t be trusted these days.

i search for clues in her darting eyes,
and her fidgeting hands,
and her eyebrows;
furrowing and unfurrowing incessantly
as if she can’t make up her own mind herself.

looking at that girl,
i can not even seem to realize that she is me.

Our relationship wasn't perfect
But I would be yours again
In a single heartbeat
You were a ****
Cheated on me
But I'll forgive
And give us
A second chance
At true love

You are perfect
Despite of your flaws
And let's be honest
I get lost in your blue eyes

I wonder how to face the world.
the beating of my heart gets slow
feelings,
make me think,
make me cry,
make me wonder why.

A cover, from what I felt
Gets stronger, like a tight belt
But i don't, have my heart for sale
Like everyone in pain
in winter melting rain

And it makes me go down
To the bottom of the cloud
Just to see a little love
Hello anyone is there (?)
in the middle of nowhere
In the forest of my hope
Oh i was wrong, I shouldn't come alone

But my mind won't respond
And the pieces of my soul
won't afford buying this handmade God
Why(?), How(?), When(?)
all these questions in my head
And I'm feeling all alone
Oh i was wrong, I shouldn't come alone

A wounded shadow, slowly fades
No feel of touch, no feel of pain
No thoughts to waist, no sound of rain
What I've been, and what I've say
Swallowed by hail

A broken tear, says goodbye
people cry, and passing by
showing dept, showing truth
now they can, they won't lose
Fairytale of youth

And it makes me try to hide
In the light of desire
In the coast of floating sins
But i couldn't win this fight
And I'm sorry soul of mine
This is harder than it seems.

overwhelm me if you can
gravity has already got it covered
Got a lump in my throat
Full of words too big to get out
we can't read lumps and I can't read my mind
Consider me alliterate
Doing fine I never could consider it
I know I'm slow
But I'm so smooth my mistakes don't even show
Tasks piled miles high on my plate
Let's just say my eyes are bigger than my stomach, too much to chew
It's Friday, I'm ecstatic this week is through

How can you admit to someone you love them
When you can barely admit it to you
This love you so adamantly condemn
That won't disappear no matter what you do
No matter what you say no matter what you think
This love stays solid and never grows weak
You tell yourself it's gone you tell yourself it's over
That the beauty has disappeared from the eye of the beholder
But this is not true and you know it quite well
That feeling like you are under a spell
The spell of their laugh, the spell of their smile
The spell of their personality that makes life worthwhile
You love them, you love them, stop denying this fact
Start living it and now start planning your attack:
I love you, I love you—these three simple words
Consume my thoughts; control my world
I wish I could be strong and that I could believe
That you would say yes, that you could love me
But I am not strong, not in that regard
So I shall keep these feelings, these thoughts locked inside my heart.

i'm getting depressed
keeping it bottled
the pressure is mounting
i need to write
want to write but
now i need to write
i can feel it
but i can't do it
can't make myself do it
i'm working so hard
so exhausted
feels like i never have the time
or the energy
to sit down
to express
and compose
i write my poems in my head now
staring into the bathroom mirror
in the mornings
as i'm getting ready for work
i dictate them into a phone
it's all i can do
i wrote this very poem that way
just this morning
staring into my sleep-ugly face
because i don't have the time
to take the time
to write
to craft
to sculpt and shape my perception
into anything resembling art
i'm left only the option to
regurgitate words onto page
clean up the mess
and get back to work

but it's more than that
it goes much deeper
i don't like what i'm feeling right now
and i don't want to say it out loud
wish i didn't have to
saying it out loud is how to make it all better
i know that
the care-free grace of the newly-confessed
but there's this wall of fear
between me and salvation
and i don't think i have the strength
to climb it
because it's one thing to confront your demons
i do that every day
it's another to do it
out loud
in public
for all the world to see
dancing naked and crazed in the center of town
covered in your own ***** and ****
while your family gathers around
and stares
and you say, "See, Dad?
I'm doin' just fine.
Just working a few things out."

i have no ending for this poem

it hasn't been written yet