PoemsThe Little ThingsA touch on the armA smileA complimentOne look into your beautiful, blue-green eyesAll I haveI keep in my mindReplaying over and overMy playlist of youOf all the little thingsThe only ones I haveFor what goodIs money or possessionsWhen the one you loveWill never be yours?When you have to imagineHow it would feelFor your lips to meet?I'd never tell youHow much I love to hear you speakHow many times I've listened to youWatched you from across the roomOr how many times I've fearedThat you'd realize itAnd you can never find outThat my eyes have never seen someoneThe way they see youThat my heart has never soared so highAs it did when you touched meOr that each second I realize more and moreI'm fallingI'm fallingFor youI Should Tell YouYour eyesYour lipsYour hairOverAnd overAnd over in my mindDo you notice how I look at you?Do you care?Beautiful, beautiful wisdom drips from your every wordCraving your approval every secondOf every
PoemsGone is what we used to be.I regret it now; I finally see....It's time to set these feelings freeThat once almost destroyed me.You probably don't think it's true,But, yes, I was in love with you.I just now realized that we're through,And I think it's split my heart in two.Even though I know we're over,Sometimes I still look over my shoulder,Hoping it's me that you're looking at, though you're holding her.I can feel my heart freeze.....It gets colder and colder.One day soon it will break,But what difference does it make?I have realized my mistake,But, alas, it is too late.To have ever loved in the first placeWas what brought me to such disgrace.By staying here, I'm losing face.By leaving, my hopes go to waste.I won't try to get back together;I don't think that would work, not ever,But losing you's got me feeling ratherNot quite right....under the weather.I know you may not get this letter;That's probably for the better,And while my rhyming scheme's not clever,
Judgement"You need to stop doing this.""Stop doing what?""Writing me into your stories.""...why?""Because
it scares me. I'm not this guy that you write about. I'm not some kind of Prince Charming and I'm certainly not a sea God or whatever you like to say about my eyes every now and then.""Oh really?""Yeah. You really need to work on your judgement of people, because this is all wrong. It's like you don't know me at all!""So why don't you correct me and I'll fix my idea of you accordingly.""Well
firstly, I'm a really nervous person.""Yeah. Your hands are either fiddling with your hair or your sleeve, or you're biting your nails.""And I don't like going out. I'm a hermit.""Except to your best friends' houses, or to the animal shelter, or to me.""And I'm dead inside.""Says the boy who hides his tears at the sight of an injured puppy.""I do not.""Yes, you do.""Anyway, I'm not always nice to you. In fact, I really don't do enough.""You're right. Except
Introductions"Hi, I'm-""I know who you are.""You do?""You're the guy who thinks he's invisible.""I have a name-""It isn't important. Because you really don't think it's important.""All right. Since we've started out this way, let me just tell you, I know you too.""Yeah?""You're the girl who is broken.""I am not broken.""You're the girl whose eyes close every night and open the next morning, only to find you have never slept at all.""I sleep well. Besides-""You're the girl who dreams of a happy ending even though she has seen seventeen...no, eighteen unhappy ones in her eighteen years.""Happy endings are over rated. And you're-""You're the girl who wants something bigger, something stronger, just so the weakness in her body becomes something so much more.""You don't understand weakness the way-""You're the girl whose heart broke when she was so young, and she fixed it back together with superglue, but cannot ignore the cracks.""Superglue makes for a good companion, especially when-"
ExcusesHe sleeps like a child without a voice. (And she listens like a child who cannot hear.)He dreams like a stranger on a train. (And she watches like another fixated by his thoughts.)He sighs like the first whisper of a rainstorm. (And she understands like the eve of the storm.)He breathes like tomorrow is his last day. (And she reminds him that he will live longer than ever.)He sings like a bird in the winds of the forest. (And she understands the sweetness of every note.)He cries like the downpour in the desert. (And she climbs to the ends of the earth to make him smile.)He loses his way like a deer out of the forest. (And she guides him back each time to the place where he is meant to be.)He breaks like a fragile flower in the dust and the wind. (And she tells him he is too strong to be fragile ever.)He fights like the last angel defending heaven. (And she gives him his swords and armor.)He writes like the blood from the finest writer's heart. (And she reads his words with awe
Complicated"You know, personally speaking, I don't think you're really unwell at all.""I'm sorry, are you the one who is sick or am I?""There is nothing wrong with you.""Can you say that again?""I said, you aren't sick!""Whatever. The receptionist is calling me in, anyway.""You're a hypochondriac.""What?! Listen you-""Look, just go inside. I'm sure the doctor will say the same thing.""Fine!"*"So. What did the doctor say?""That it's complicated.""Complicated?""Yeah. They need to run more tests and figure it out.""Really?""You sound skeptical.""You told him that you only get 'sick' in history class.""Yes.""And about how your heart races and your hands shake.""Yes.""And about how you can't sleep at night and you can't concentrate.""Yes, yes, all of that, I told him everything I told you.""Did you also happen to mention the boy who sits in front of you in that class?""What's that got to do with it?""
""Seriously. What?""Tell me something. Have you noticed
Opportunities"Please teach me." She asked him softly."Teach you what?" He looked out of the window, shattered glass at his feet. Her face was looking down as she sat on her knees, studying a thousand of his reflections in the mirror like shards below. He seemed a little impatient. She didn't flinch at the annoyance in his voice.Her eyes, the eyes of a moon nymph drowning, looking into his, the eyes of the sea god who was drowning her. "Teach me about life.""What is life?" His voice broke slightly, and before it could be seen, he was looking out of his window again. "It is nothing but broken words, stolen from the lips of lovers that had been doomed a long time ago. It is a thousand poniards wedged in the heart of a man who cannot die. It is the black tar on the soul of a woman who cannot breathe." He laughed bitterly, "Life is nothing but an opportunist. It drains your soul. And all it ever offers us in return, are opportunities of sadness and hardship.""It also gives us a time to be happy and
Poems~ Given Up ~When I leave here today,I leave behind my hope,my hope of him.I'll lock it up somewhere,and throw away the key.My heart may hurt,my head might too,but when I am done here,I leave behind my hopes for you.You can pick them up,and wish you could go back,but after today,I'll want my heart back.~ I Wait ~I'll think of you in Heaven,or as I rot in Hell.Every day,you keep me in my cell.Even in your prision,I think of you all day,I think of you all night,until I can see you again.Waiting for you,is my sin.Dreaming of you,hurts so much.You left so long ago,you probably can't remember,all the things you said,all those years ago.I can't give up on you,it's too hard to do.I'll keep waiting for you,until the day I die.Then I'll wait in heaven,or in the bottomless pits of hell.I'll wait for you forever,until my bones are dust.~ The Past or The Future ~To look to the future,I have to let go of the past,but who knew it would be so painful,and impo