I’ve banned myself from writing, For whatever I begin to write, Spirals into a poem about you. About, A boy A girl A room.

Do I make things up in my head? Someone tell me I have my mind. That I haven’t lost it. I had forgotten how it felt, Maybe buried it.

Now that I’m back, The feeling is pulling on my heart, Weighing it down. Making me unable to complete mundane tasks, Because what could compa...

Maybe being alive isn’t, What you do, Or who you are.

Maybe being alive is the warm breath escaping from your lips. The pump of blood you feel fill your body The cold burn in your lungs, The nerves in your stomach.

Falling and feeling, The scrapes on your knee. Icy rain on skin.

Maybe it’s really, The aching of a want The urge to lay in the grass, Your hair blowing in your face from the warm br...

I guess one of the parts of life we like to ignore Is that no matter how much we hope things won’t change, They always will, And we have no control.

One day the boy in your biology class You swore you wouldn’t forget his name Will cross your mind And you’ll ask yourself what color his hair was. You won’t know, and you’ll forget again.

And I think we don’t realize that that part is so sad. Or ma...

Words are wasted on those who don’t listen I feel utterly alone Isolated, Like a shade I move through the house Effortlessly silent, But I’m screaming.

My clothes gently brush against my skin. Numb across my body I float I rub my arm and sigh It feels like days since I’ve spoken When no one listens you tend to stop.

I’ll wait till you notice something’s wrong Maybe you won’t Not until after I b...

I’ll compare the world to a worn pair of jeans That have been loved and used Holes along the seams Sewn with colorful thread.

The worn tired jeans That have faded over the seasons. Grown tired, So tired of everyday wear.

Along the seam there are sewn quilt squares Patches of joy and love And sure it doesn’t fix them, But it does make them look a whole lot better.

Lemons can taste sweet if you...

Can you keep a secret? Loves grasp does not wear If meant to be The situation is, The hope and heart of all of this Will come together in a kiss And live Forevermore. For Love does not weary or shy It is ever hopeful Ride or die....

It was all becoming real The feeling in my chest I can’t know you We are miles apart. But I remember Twine embraces hearts together So as we follow the path blindly We are on an endless walk Meanwhile being pulled By the string on our souls Opposite directions Fighting the flow But if we are meant to be We shall find eachother Someday....

My thoughts they are swirling The cage of my mind is locked And the burning of it all Is turning It’s such an anxious thought That stirs my stomach And knots my guts Where are you I know I won’t say it But I still pretend to....

A balloon, by nature is meant to expand I suppose feelings can relate the same For the smallest you Takes up almost all of me I’m not sure why this is of law But I know if I pop it it would ache So therefore I’ve decided I won’t be the one, To take a needle to its rubber flesh....

I need to show someone how big my heart is It was locked up for a long time But now that I know myself again I think I can show it to the world. When my happiness returned there were left overs Angry feelings. Now I’m fixing the hole So I’ll sew it up, by showing everyone How big my heart is....