Google my name
and you find entries
of others with my name
but not my face.
...
Words are a dangerous
game to play. They
are the weapons
forged from unformed
...
The almost absolute
silence that shrouds
the mind and arranges
the day’s thoughts
...
The bird, desperately
hurls itself at its
cage. Its wings,
frail from misuses,
...
My heart beats
slowly, almost not
at all. The blood
in my veins is
...
Bonds, like chains,
are not easily formed.
They must snake
themselves around
...
The soother of the soul.
A combination of notes,
arranged with a touch of
beauty. Gifted are
...
Don’t judge a book
by its cover.
Beauty is in the eyes
of the beholder.
...
A field of green,
split four ways
by a crossroad.
One leads to the future.
...
Random happenings
that spice up the day
and stick with us.
They make us laugh,
...
Words laced with tears
crush the wall of hate
I built to separate
myself from you.
...
A thief, cursed to live
forever, is born again
and again
until she can no longer
...
The little things that
make a heart melt.
Or the things to look back
...
Healing
You were my first.
My sweet nothings,
and first kiss.
I cannot help but
to miss your
touch, your smell, the
sound of your voice.
Time reveals
the truth. Alone,
you are surrounded
by a thick fog I
cannot penetrate.
Nor do I wish to.
Yet I cannot fill
this void. There
is no band-aid
big enough for this
pain.
Wow.... Your words are beautiful. I know you have so much love to give. I know I saw such a potential in you. I may have said I loved you only a few times. But those were the only times I ever said it to anyone. I hope you find what makes you happy, and continue to grow and work past the past. Your poems have your heart in them. Make sure you give it to the right person. Please continue to grow and use one source. I know you'll make someone so happy someday.