if i kiss you where it’s sore, will you feel better?

does anyone feel like a poem?

no?

oh yeah, i forgot i’m the only person who reads this regularly.

hey, no harm done.

i like reading my own writing.

lulz

um, yes.

I woke from my dream
To have you torn from my grasp,
And yet the memory lingers
And forever my love for you lasts.

I look out my window with hopes
Of seeing you with the clouds in the sky,
And I run outside when I catch a glimmer
Of something that shone like your eyes.

But instead I am left with nothing
But the sun peeking from where it hides
And like my dream my hopes vanish
But like my love the sun still shines.

The tears pour down my face
Like the cool November rain,
And they pool at my lips,
And trapped on my smile they remain.

how can it be, that you, my god, wouldst die for me?

pedro the lion!

rawr!

very much tasty.

poem?

in the dead of night?

If the rain has to fall
I’m glad it falls on me,
And the air is so heavy and gray,
But it’s the only thing I can breathe.

The cloud water cascades upon the earth,
And the earth opens its arms, always willing.
And me, watching nature receive heaven unto it,
I have never felt any emotion more filling.

The sun pours its heart into the soil,
And the flowers bloom as if to say hello!
And the sun always returns to make sure
Its daughters are safe and continue to grow.

I sit away and admire my quiet earth,
Revolving and reveling in itself,
Content and always at ease,
And I think how everything in my life is at peace.

you give yourself away, and now there’s nothing left for you…

 so tired

 anytime i’m not doing work, i feel like i’m forgetting to do something.

i am fairly positive everything is where it ought to be though.

oh well.

all lights become apparent when  surrounded by dark.

 what?

 yeah

 

The only problem is how I can not
Ever find myself and it seems where
The sun sets is where my heart stops,
Where my lungs empty themselves of air.

My words are wasted like my dreams,
On the night stars that never make it
Past dawn, and night or day it seems
There is nowhere at all that I fit.

and to this day when everything breaks, you are the anchor that holds me…

zomg so much homework,

so little time to write introduction.

 bah!

I feel broken and weary inside today. But I do not feel empty for once. And I feel like my heart is so tired today. But for once it feels like part of me. The fact that it feels like it is breaking, assures me that it is still there and it has not turned cold. My mind is so filled with ways to describe how I feel. Words seem so sincere to me. I feel like I never need another adverb, for all the honesty I am pouring into every single thing I do. I am melancholy, and there is an air of sadness around me. But it’s such a full, beautiful feeling. It is hope intertwined with reality. I stand where fiction and non-fiction blend to form poetry. I feel real, but I feel so beautifully. It is simplicity at its most wonderful. The purity of what I feel reminds me that I am still human. No matter how detached I am from the individuals around me. I am still human.

when i turn jet black and you show off your light, i live to let you shine…

la derniere classe by alphonse daudet, is a really good short story.

if i had enough time tonight, it would have inspired me to write a poem.

but as things are, i haven’t the time to compose said poem.

so, here’s an old one.

You’re like a party with all of your friends
Where, everyone’s late,
But no one wants it to end

If there is a god and I wish I believed so
What’s he planning and how do we fit in?
I feel I am subject to the direction the winds blow
And I can only hope they don’t bring me to where I’ve been.

I just wanted to find some peace
With myself and how life is without you
But it’s costing me sleep
What I’ve not much of to lose.

I only want my life to feel like was worth it,
I only want you to feel like I was worth it.
But I am beginning to forget where your heart is.
I never want to forget where my own sad heart is.

I want to know if this is where
You whispered in my ear to remember,
“Focus on now and breathe this one night’s air,
Because it dies with the sunrise, forever.”