one.i.he says he hates poetry,does he know i'm a poet?
LoveIt's the song on the radio that reminds you of what you had and what you lost.It's the smile that a baby gives when she is genuinely happy.It's the sound of a laugh from someone who hasn't laughed in a long, long time.It's the friend who still remembers you even if you call after fifteen years.It's the last piece of chocolate saved for you in a box you thought was empty.It's the gift that is exactly what you needed, when you needed it.It's the two hour ride across town, just so she can see you before she leaves.It's the dog who waits for you to come home, just to give you all the affection in the world.It's the companionship one feels in silence when they have found their best friend.It's the feeling of a warm blanket someone put on you after you fell asleep.It's the boy who does the stupidest things in the world, just to see you laugh.It's the girl who kisses you the way she has never ever kissed anyone before.It's the woman who gives up her seat on the train to the old la
Things you never forget.You never forget:Your first day of school.Your first boyfriend.Your first kiss.Your first date.Your first time.Your wedding day.Your childhood.The day you graduated.The day your child was born.The day you did something amazing.The day you get hired.The day you get fired.The day you got recognized.The day your dog died.The day you cried at a sappy movie.The day you did something stupid.The day you had fun.The day you didn't care.The day you wanted to die.The days you were happy.All these things happen.Things that you will never forget.You might not remember all the details or the dateBut you remember what's important.These things that you never forgetAlways have the biggest impact on who you are.
TearsShe was the girl with eyes of burnt amber. But her eyes weren't always that way. It came from hiding a truth so harsh that her beautiful eyes had turned dark. She swore she could never fall in love.He was the boy with a face shaped like a broken heart. But his face wasn't always that way either. It came from caring so much about someone that his heart was scratched in cruel, manicured fingers, mangled beyond belief. He swore he would never love again.They met in a spinal corridor. Then in a courtyard. Then in a room which had a broken window. And finally in a doorway that was too small. And she was crying.Diamond tears from burnt amber eyes. Diamond tears that fell, uncared for, onto the ground.He finally had to reach out and stop one diamond from hitting the floor. She looked up at him, surprised, almost angry. But before she could speak, his voice, wine rich, half broken like a damaged violin spoke. "Don't waste your tears where no one can see them.""They mean nothing.""Tears a
Who says I dont care?I don't care who you areI don't care what you wereBut if you are with me,I will care about youI don't care where you liveI don't care what you live inBut if you have no reason to live,I will help you find your reasonI don't care what relationship you hadI don't care who they were withBut if they hurt you,I will be there for youI know I don't care about many thingsI know I'm blunt and insensitive at timesJust know thatI am your friend and you are mineI may not care at times, but right now I doI'm not insensitive because I still care for you
Who Needs Friends?Dear Loneliness,Will you be my friend?Because I seem to just be a trend,That the world has put to bed.Dear Sorrow,Will you make me smile?Because Happiness has run a mile,Just like everything else I need.Dear Pessimism,Will you help me hope?Because Optimism is a slippery slope,When you've seen the world.Dear Apathy,Will you make me care?Because I hate Interest's flare,In a place too dull for life.Dear Agony,Will you make me content?Because you're the one that'll prevent,That which I long for.Dear Death,Will you make me feel alive?Because I don't even want to survive,In a world that cares too much.Dear Hell,Will you make me a saint?Because I don't deserve a heavenly taint,Due to the sinner that I have become.Dear Friends,Will you make me your sob-story?Because you want all of the pride and glory,Of surviving where your buddy fell.
Never AgainThe rain boy had sworn that he would never again smile. His eyes always soaked the oceans with tears from his past and his heart was always dark and locked to anyone who could try and help him. His world had become so bleak and dark, that he stood in rooms of people that were a blur past him and a guitar that just no longer played.So when the sunshine girl met the rain boy, for a second, the world stood still. In that tiny little balcony, where there was only space for two, the sunshine girl asked the rain boy, "When was the last time you smiled?"The rain boy was startled for a second at someone talking to him, but he answered anyway, "I think
it was ten years ago.""Is that because someone broke your heart?""It is because more than one person broke my heart.""Oh." She paused for a moment, but looked up again, her eyes dancing like star like diamonds "Well, just because someone broke your heart, it doesn't mean that they should become the hero of your story.""I've
Overdosed.It makes me wonder why I was not writingthese songs when you were still alive, whyI was not carving your colorful facesout of wood when you were still calling meon the telephone, when you were hiding outmaking art in other people's basements andattics. It makes me wonder about the qualityof people, how they can just sit there andwatch, how they just watched for years whileyou let the world rape your every orifice, howdid we all just watch you like a dramatic televisionshow for so long when every episode was a sicklycry for help? It makes me wonder where I will end up,overdosed and sparkling at the mouth underground,overdosed on a hospital bed after a rave, having seizuresoverdosed next to Winnie the Pooh, a little too much morphine,a little too much of a dozen other things.It makes me wonder if bad luck is geneticand will mine ever go away? It makes mewonder because I know if it does not, Iwill become like her someday. It