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,
PoemsPoemsMy love . . .My love you are gone from my view.You do not know how much value you are to me?My love you are gone.And you're not here where you belong.I know so day you'll come back.So I can sleep soundly in my sack.I love you my love.And I know you'll come back.Inspired by my loveOne and OnlyErik you are my one and only.Without you I feel so lonely.You are perfect in my eyes.And I love to surprise you.I love to see your smiling face.Others might think you're lonely.But your not . . .My one and only.Inspired by Erik my one and onlyBecause of youBecause of you.You never make me blue.Because of you.You always made me happy.Because of you.You always knew.Because it's all about you.Inspired by Erik
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
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
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-"
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
A couple poemsLove Is BlindLove doesn't look at black or whiteFor those are only colorsLove doesn't look at 25 or 30For age is only a numberLove doesn't look at rich or poorFor money is only paperLove doesn't look at faults only perfectionsFor in the eyes of loved one everything is goodWhen you love someone you love them for what's insideNot because they're black or white, not because they're you age not because they're rich, but because of what's insideLove is blind to everything but what you love them for*****************Never AgainNever again will I trust someone without reasonOr count on soeone who will not be thereNever again will I give away my heartAnd let it be broken by a nameless wonderNever again will I let my dreams carry me awayTo a world beyond realityNever again willI let soeone get to know me inside and outBut hide myself from everyoneNever again will anyone see me for someone elseBut they will see me for meNever again will i be judged for what I'm notBut be