Until

You look deeply into my eyes and lie to me-
Straightforward and bold, not caring about the truth
Until it comes up when you wish me away.

We laugh, we run, we fly-
Staying in the air despite what brings us down,
Until the humor and energy dies.

I wake up to your memory-
But am haunted because I’m alone,
Until you rush back and remind me of you.

I hang to every spoken word you send my way-
The good and the bad blend as one,
Until you remind me that all of it means nothing.

Long time no post...

I find something extremely poetic about the fall and winter. The leaves all in different colors, the trees cold and lonely. I think everyone enjoys the bare leaves to some extent. They are like us, right? We grow, big and strong, with great, bright green leaves. But, as time moves, we change. We change into different colors, different people. We lose our old ways, and find new ones. But, that tree...

That tree is us. We are lost, lonely, cold, we have no protection. We expose ourselves in the snow beaten winds. That vulnerable tree still manages to get attention, though. Even without its personality and beliefs, bystanders stop to look at it. Stop to observe the trees' beauty. No matter what season it is, people still have an overwhelming attraction to trees.

We have to be a tree, in some sense of that though. Well, we do not HAVE to be that tree, but we should WANT to be that tree. We should possess that beauty whether we have great, big, green leaves, or none at all.

Teddy

When I smile, it's because I'm thinking about you.

Thinking about your joy and passion for life.
Your smile sets fire to my heart,
melting me like chocolate on a hot summers day. In the darkest of hours, you smile and hold me tight, making sure I can survive the night.
Your smile is the light at the end of the tunnel,
shinning bright for the people to see where you lead.

Suffocation ((otherwise known as Math))

A deep breath,
a sigh,
a cry.
Heavy breathing,
blury eyes,
light headed.
Twist-
turn-
fall.
Hands cover face,
knees against floor-
stomach closing in.
Gasp.
Moan.
Die.

Happily Never After

I'm tired of being an afterthought;
an idea you keep locked up in the back of your mind.
You have told me that you want me back,
but you tell me to move on and you push me away.
What is the purpose of going through this?
Getting our hopes up,
then watching them fall.
You promise me you will change,
and I promise you that I will stay,
but neither promise is kept, because neither one of us stays.
If you think I can do better,
why don't you better yourself
and become my crying shoulder?
Our lives were meant to blend,
meant to become one and fall in love,
but our stubbornness creates a wall
that we are not willing to climb over.
You're supposed to be mine,
to hold me forever.
I'm supposed to be yours,
to bring out your good side.
But my life has continued too long without you,
to suddenly be invaded by your presence once more.
We both will forever love each other,
and we will both love again,
but in the back of your mind,
I'll stay. And in the back of mine,
you.

Sean

I hear your footsteps nearing,
and I feel your presence around me.
I do not move; I wait for you.
I knoew you stand behind me,
like a stalker in the night,
scared of love and affection.
Is it truly me you run from?
Or is it your fear you run to?
You leave me cold, locked out in the rain.
I see you watching me from the outside,
contemplating on whether you should knock on my heart's door.
Only, not it is different,
I will not let you back into my life,
because I finally have control.

Hurricane Season

Though you've never been mine,
you come into my life at unexpected times
and destroy the wall I have built around me.
And after I gather the remains up,
you send your friends after me,
to knock down what you couldn't.
I prepare for the next strike,
I gather my things,
and leave my home behind.
I don't know what the future holds for me,
but with you in the back of my mind,
your love will last through hurricane seasons.