no
you most certainly can not
you can not calm this storm
you my dearest can indeed
calm yourself
after that, i do promise
the storm will pass

i love you*
can you not understand
i mean come on i've been
writing all of this poetry
and i've been trying
and then i end up crying
that's ok isn't it?
wrong*
i cry because you are beauty at its finest dear
and you've known it all along.

I wish
Oh how I wish that dreams could be reality
when i cried, someone didn't just ask if i was ok
but they comforted me and actually cared
that was a lot. A lot of good.
*but it was a dream.

Hey friend
why not back off
you're acting like something
you aren't and i hate you for it
so back off your silly ways
because it makes others feel unoriginal
i actually liked the original you
but then you became a copy of us
and now i have a different point of view

Thanks for being Wonderful
Thanks for having too beautiful eyes
Thanks for having an amazing voice
and so much more

We all care but do we care enough?
She had such good things
but also too many that were rough.
Too many thoughts made her cry
too many people didnt care enough
so then alone, she died.

Help
A
Nearly
Named
Actually a
Horrible suicide

But
Actually
Killed
Everyone
R**ound

darling how I love you
t h i s   m u c h
but oh how much I hate to

Just a little ray of sunshine
peeking through to say hello
Just a little bit of sparkle
to this too late snow
Just a tiny bit of hope
that shines through
Just a little tiny wish
for me and for you

Everything is literally perfect right now
the rain is coming down just enough
to quench my thirsty eyes that have cried
a few too many times.
The music flows into my ears
and soothes the canals
which have been beat and battered
with things I shouldn't hear.
The subtle click click of keyboards all around the room
puts my overthinking brain
into a sort of ease
that couldn't have came a moment too soon.

Honestly though
I've been asleep too long
dreaming of nonsense
continuing to stay drowsy
and drunk on my dreams

Well im not feeling very poetic tonight, but won't you still sit for a while?
The first part of this story is the awful crushing
when she wants him but he wants another
bestfriend
is what she's told, but nothing more
The second part is the crash
Boy this ones a hoot
she still loves him, but now a little more
and he notices her less and follows the other right out the door
The burn, the third part
this is when we recover from suffers
and burn out the memories and pictures
of ones interested in others

oh Olivia you look beautiful today
well thats what they say
when my hair is curled or done a certain way
not when its natural or messy
oh how I love your outfit
thats what they claim
when my shirt and pants are uncomfortable
or my shoes pinch my toes
i just wanna be you*
Woah
yeah ok
be the girl who has such low self esteem
that smiles and laughs every day but
cries so hard she screams
who can be afraid of herself and who she truly is
all because she's afraid everyone will leave
if she's anything less

a poet is a special human being
we share our stories through our pens
our tears, our joy, our fun
we enjoy telling of our dreams
and even wandering through some.

Although some experiences may leave us pretty  weak
we continue on with our strong words
and we carry one another through the
decent storm of letters that's oh so very bleak.

honestly, I've never experienced something that truly belongs in a fairytale..
until now.
romeo was charming the towns girl couldn't deny
if only juliet wasn't in the picture...
that's the day she decided juliet must die.
juliet had it all
beauty, kindness it continues on
that's why it was recognized sad when she took the fall.
she was in love what was she meant to do?
she was tired of crying every night,
i just wanted to be you.
now juliet has gone, or so the towns folk hear
romeo is hers now
so she hadn't shed a tear.

hurt,
like a fragile, flightless dove
never again to be free
but what caused this pain, so foreign to me
was most likely love.

Can't you feel the sparks?
Between our hands were fireworks
where are we going?

your eyes are so comforting and warm
that comes with a price
your smile is bright like the sun
that is also costly
you're in a realationship
ugh the most expensive of them all.
we could dance among the flowers dear
but everything comes with a price, so we dance among the thorns.

Some of my most heart filled prayers and wishes
are the ones I most forget to say.

How ironic that on snowy days as this
your smile warms the room
and appears bright like the sun.

This morning I could not
walk by you without smiling like a fool
I knew something was going on
but now it's for sure, I like you a lot

today i saw a thing,
something that caught my eye
i was shuffling down the sidewalk
as
c o n f u s e d
as could be,
when I saw a dull like flower
just.. staring up at me.
this flower had been abused,
fooled by its own love
it had been brutally stepped on and bruised from some careless person "above."
and you may find this funny, but maybe you'll understand
but i*  *heard  that flower

when i speak its words, i speak them for a few
some harmful things in life just don't make sense
**and i can only hope this flower's story can help you.

I hate myself entirely
for not really taking you seriously
when you offered an embrace.
I have wished since then, so desirably
that you would ask for the fourth time.
For the past 3 times
I thought you were joking until I saw your face.

And now I guess I've missed this opportunity of just a simple hug
because now you're with her and all I can do is shrug

hours of power outages
hours of holding on
hours of grieving
and only seconds to survive.

Deprived of much needed slumber
a warm, safe place
the blankets, I'm under.

Drowning in comfort, a nice sort of thing
drifting slowly away
until the alarm of life rings.

Watching the clock mock me
just look and see
tick tock
Will this class never end?
Just wait and see.

Literally just go away
My power is out
I'm cold
Bye

Tomorrow the sun will rise
just as it has
Oh so many times
but the storm will run its course tonight
words as rain, more like tears of pain
and it just so happens that she just might....
*dance in the dampness of her heartstorm with delight.

Roses are dead
my life is through
*let me just hold on to you.

oh dear*
A common phrase spoke by me
when I see things I shouldn't see
oh dear
Two words that are always near
when I hear some words I shouldn't hear
oh dear
They're always there and out my mouth they flow
when I know secrets that nobody else should know

She's very upset
tears? salty, more like eyes that sweat
it burns more when your face is wet

are you sad
maybe unhappy
is everything you want to do
simply turning out bad?
maybe add Him to your everyday life
and from this you'll learn He doesn't
want you to experience strife.
so take a moment dear,
listen
and oh boy a better Christian life is what you'll hear.

I think it's funny
when people's lives kinda fall apart;
when people believe their awful jokes are funny;
when couples break one another's heart;
when all people see is a sky that's sunny.
Especially when they believe big dreams come just like that.
I hate when they lie.
Oh come on;
**I think it's funny; I'm just like that.

in this thing called history,
something kind of represents our story
     we were slaves of love
     down, warm in the south
keeping heat; getting beat
being worn out
and when I heard those words
slip out of your mouth,
we went to war
*just like the north and south

Today you grow older,
Though it may not seem
And I'll try to sing a song to you
but phone conversations aren't my sort of thing.
Dad I love you beyond words and I just pray
that prayers, love, and kindness,
surround you on this special birthday.

Wish I were there to celebrate with you!

What am I to do when something makes you yell
     making you seem mad?
How am I to feel when you say "it's ok"
     making your mood hard to tell?
Should I be sorry for something I may not have done?
     *this everyday confusion keeps going on  and on...

I had a dream featuring one unknown to me
     one look and that's all it took
his eyes had me drowning in an endless, beautiful sea

I remember that toxic dream in vivid color
     he asked me something in that café that I will always remember
"May I do the honor?"

Before my knowledge was struck, like a match lighted few too many times
     he took my face in his hands
and our senses flowed like endless rhymes

I savored the kiss in which was my first
     but it just so happens that when I would wake
my lonely heart would burst
*and still it aches