I Am Not A Great Friend

I am the knife in the back,
the arsenic and the tears,
I am the silent scream of hate,
the vindictive words that pour.
I am not a great friend.
More likely to hurt you than
to love you, I am not that great.
Insensitive thought and
hurtful words are all I know.
And I am so sorry.

These Roots Have Grown So Deep

We love you in this time-
Of pictures in the hallway,
Of laughs at two in the morning,
Of seeing your face everyday.

You never looked more beautiful-
then under parking garage lights,
then in your sweats and tees,
then when you hugged with all your might.

You were never more unforgettable-
when you sang songs with all of your voice,
when you became a mermaid with me,
when you wouldn't have left if you had the choice.

Life was never more amazing-

than when I gave you my heart,

than when this became our town,
than when we tore this place apart.

I'll be here when you return.

I Am Not Waiting For Anything

Our lives are full of worries,
What decisions we will have to make next,
From school to jobs to our "soul mates",
I just want to live to live.

Just Because I Lack a Title

Give us writers some credit,
But only where it is due,
We say what you think you know,
But this third party perspective
understands more than you.
There is beauty in the deception,
and truth in all the lies,
Our words make more than just a caption,
for your next tshirt or photograph.
The world trickles by as we try
to capture it while it moves,
We can't let reality pass us by,
We must capture it with our pen.

Sunsets Strike Down on Me

A painter's fine hand must have dreamt this up,

with its vibrant colors and striking contrasts,

Ambers and golden streams bleed into one another,

to blushing pinks and darkening oranges.

This is not just an accident of gases in the air,

It was dreamt up by Beauty itself.

The fiery ball of gold- that warms the skin

and the heart- dips below the far off horizon,

Absencing itself from time once again,

Though it continues on somewhere else.

The fleeting moment of perfection is gone,

All that is left is the memory of what was,
Until tomorrow night and we are blessed again.

Daydreaming

The wind rustles the leaves,
winding them around the path,
trunks of trees and Conversed feet.

Sounds in the silence of today,
listening to the words the wind
has to say, each individual beat.

Footsteps echoing and eyes
to see all of the beauty that is
surrounding the soul, filling with heat.

Today is of tomorrow but
different and yet the same,
Whence will the two ever meet?

Feet continue journeying,
walking through the present
until the alarm rings and I am back in my seat.

Go Ahead and Cry Yourself to Sleep & Think How You Hate Me So Bad

I am like a meteor crashing down on you,
Hoping to make an impact on your world,
But out of sight and heart,
It took less time to get me out of your mind.
I am taking my nose out of your business,
Your eyes are closed to me and I seek to do the same,
I am the drama queen who can't seem to move away,
Let me fill my life with distractions and falsified things,
Until I find my reality.