I must say,
Being without a pen takes breath f
Being without poetry makes me feel

Can I have another chance?
To know you,
To love you,
To let your love rain down on me?
Did I miss the storm?

I am regretting many things
What is there to find in apparent
There is nothing to explain unless
You don’t fall in love the flower
Thriving ..

But do not hold everything
To appear strong,
Let everything go,
To become light
Not for the sake of restoration bu

Why is it so easy to write when I
Why do I love to imagine your ver
Why do I flash back to the times
Why is it that my wrist is breakin
And soul is aching while I write

There was a fire in his eyes that
But by the effects of many things
Not a rage, nor malice,
Nor hatred of anything
He had experienced much but was he

Nothing can take the place of a fr
Ink stains on fingertips,
Side swept paper cuts,
And long sleepless nights
Remember that a poet is nothing wi

I touch everything yet I feel not
But my life is not a blur
I could say that I choose what I
I could say that love conquers all
Shattering every time they separat

All types of writing has guideline
All poetry seems to have some sort
Vocabulary must be up to par,
Each stanza having its specific or
The way I see it,

I swear, from the moment he opene
Spoke so softly with enough intell
And I thought to my savior, “God,
Something so perfect could not be
And those lips

Come touch me in violating ways so
My identity lies in defilement and
Come say you love me and then scor
Come caress my nonexistent self es
I wanna burn with deceitful passio

Every time I see you, there is so
Like the way your aroma gives me c
And how it feels to wanna kiss you
To wanna love you right but so una
Or how it hurts when you walk away

“This ain’t love”, she tells me,
Only indulging in me when it benef
“This ain’t real”, she cries,
“Only seeing the things I’ve done
Only appreciating me when struggle

A man who is a poet is one who is
One who craves love underneath his
So much that he would scratch the
A man who is a poet believes that
That he must hold it in his hands

Keep it to yourself
And watch them be offended
Tell them
And be overlooked

It’s like there is a whole part of
We crave love and endearing attent
So we dream
We long, that one day fate will le
That the collection of doubt and t

There are some things I’ve writte
I hope I never have to read again
But I do not forget,
I’ll have to find myself again
Someday

It’s like nothing I’ve ever exper
It’s like being afraid of the unkn
It’s like bleeding out in the Pac
It’s just like free falling
It’s like going out into the world

Before you forget me,
I want you to remember me as me
The happy, extrovertive, caring pe
Please don’t decide to forget the
Please don’t throw away the love

I would have written a poem with t
But he doesn’t move me
With him, I am either standing st
Maybe we just need to talk
Maybe that’s it

It’s like we’re meeting for the ve
Like you were never mine
And I was never yours
Hugging me, holding me
Like you’ve never seen me before

Why does everybody refuse a heart
Why does everybody control a heart
Why does everybody deny a heart wh
and...
Why does everybody refuse true lov

More than words can say, I swear
A phrase so easily put into words
Even though the beauty of you illu
Even you shut your eyes and hide a
Even you choose to disguise

I don’t like flashbacks
Because often times they are the b
You know, the ones where your hear
Or the ones that replay in your he
The ones you want to go back and c

Temptations exude, bleed out
On to the carpet which I call my
Conscience distorted
Lust evident
Yet one thing remains

An overbearing mother
Two overwhelming siblings
And too much time alone
Phone Taken
Back up discovered

You told me to hold on to somethin
Funny how life works
You told me to never give up on an
It’s funny how I can remember all
How I can remember the way I felt

Trying to close it,
Forcing the hidden to keep still
Pleading with the revealed to put
Warning the exposed to come back i
But yet they bleed

I’m walking with my eyes closed to
And my chest open
Thought I’d feel the breeze throu
Making sounds like wind chimes
Wanted to feel the warmth of the s

I’m a caged free spirit
I find fun where ever it can’t be
I’m petite and a little awkward
Random in my actions
Random in my ways

“I’m done with those childish game
love...
It just snuck up on me.
It took me by surprise. And altho
He’s not my happiness. I refuse t

I guess it started a long time ago
Me giving away my happiness for a
I guess I never had an independen
and try as I may, I still don’t h
I still seek the approval of the o

Hey, tall brown girl
You gave me confidence
When my head was held low you lift
Hey, tall brown girl
With those stallion legs

Feeling drained, beaten down,
Bruised and blamed
Wondering why my value feels like
Hoping to breathe again
God, give me the air so I can bre