The  romantic taste of new beginnings 
rest peacefully on my tounge,
and the sun shatters to 
patient darkness.

And  surrounded be the blanket
Of stars and open night skies 
I confess my secrets
As I know the night while melt to 
sky blue
and my  confessions will burn
with fire of the sunrise.

They roll off my lips 
like they were meant to fall;
 destined to be whispered to the moon.
”forgive me,” is the plea
from my mouth,
for...

The  romantic taste of new beginnings 
rest peacefully on my tounge,
and the sun shatters to 
patient darkness. 
And  surrounded be the blanket
Of stars and open night skies 
I confess my secrets. 

They roll off my lips 
like they were meant to fall;
 destined to be whispered to the moon.
”forgive me,” is the plea
from my mouth,
for I fear 
the universe itself 
will despise me for my sins.

I am Nothing but a human 
wrapped in “what...

                                                                                                                                                                  February 12, 2019 
      Dear Best Friend, 
You have always been there. You've watched with worried eyes as I flung myself into flames time and time again, and you held me as cried: never telling me how foolish I was.  You are as reliable as the rising sun and your smile just as bright.  You remind me that tomorrow will be better than today and promise to take me on trips to to see the other side of the moon....

Stories unwritten rest between each line 
Dreams not told dance flawlessly
through the margins 
Weaved together with potential
and patience
waiting for the pen to bleed
Upon the skin of the blank paper
To create words
and worlds

The grass tickles your feet as you pull your legs over the world rotting old. The sun is setting in the background painting the earth  passionate shades of yellows and reds. The smell brings in the contarst to to the heat and warm colors in the air; it smells like rain and wet cement and something refeshing, and you know if you could stay in anyone one place for forever it would be here. 

I guess it was suppose to end like this, with my face streaked with tears and my hands covered in blood. I just never knew it.

Dark clouds are smoothering the earth like a blanket and I am stuck wondering how something so beautiful can be so dangerous. 

I love beginings; knowing that there is so many possibilities hiding between the unwritten. Too bad I can't start over and go back to my beginning.

She always had her nails painted...

I drank
from the rain 
and it tasted bitter-sweet
as it fell
upon my tongue
but the rain 
Was nothing compared to the words
That rolled from my lips
with the sour tang of a lemon
and spit the truth to ones
unwilling to hear it 

Soft
his lips are so soft
as they press against mine. 
His eyes like dark chocoate 
That seem to see 
beond what I show him.
He
one the other hand 
is smart 
and athletic.
He is like me. 
Tall with a heart
That cares something fierce.
He is like the ocean 
battling on and on
no matter what the world throws at him.
and still 
my heart has never 
beat so rapidly
as when I see her.
She is my...