My Poetry

#222

Winter breeze fills me
Takes me away from everything
Now I am alive
Park benches cover it
No space for anythig happy
Let it live, for once.
Ready to go my own way.

I Am Waiting

I am waiting for my turn to come
for me to finally live the dream.
I am waiting for all this crap that
has happened in the past
just to blow over.
And I am waiting for everyone to accept
everyone for who they are.
I am waiting to pay it forward
I am waiting for the people who built
this country to know they were wrong.
And I am waiting with a hopeful loo
in my eyes that we, myself included
have our day.
And have our time, live that dream.

Alone

In that harsh tone,
what scares me most is
being alone.
I don't want to face this world
with no one by my side
or strive to get somewhere
and not have anyone to celebrate with.
I want to have a friendship that lasts
a lifetime.
You're smart, you're funny
You'll never have to worry.
But in that harsh tone,
what scares me most is
being alone.

I Wasnt Phased

I'm glad I wasnt phased
only by my side.
To be hurt
Is this is?
The end?
Filled with joy and laughter
Jumping from pirae ships
into forgotten memories.
Standing beneath the apple tree
what becomes of me?
Nothig more than a permanant mark.
In just waiting for it all to make sense.

Between the Lines

It was only a dream
It was nothing but a huge misunderstanding
of the passion burning inside of me.
To be loved and counted on
Are really what this world is about.
Is it supposed to end this way,
it is then turned into the asfault blacktop
in those younger years.
Soaring above the rees, but below the clouds.
Just staying between the two.
It doesnt phase me, but are the visions forever
like the diamonds around her aged neck.
But when I awaken, I remember its only
a dream.

Gimp

As I open my heart
I get this burning feeling,
Like the path I've chosen was
wrong.
As I skeched this life
it is as if I cut and pasted
you here.
But I still like I need
to fill the void.
It just isnt right.
I dont't know what it is.
Do you need to painted,
Rotated, or maybe I
Should use a different brush.
Is it your size?
Perhaps I should just crop you out.
I shouldnt have to edit love,
When the only thing holdings us back
is your outside layer.

My Favorite Poems

I Carry Your Heart

By E.E. Cummings

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)