

DevotionYou have become my heart, breath, soul. You are in every cell of my body, Your name whispers with every breath, my soul never knew glory until i found you, my other half.Devotion
I never knew passion, until your hand touched my skin, My lips never knew electricity, until you kissed them and shocked me to my toes. My body never knew pleasure, until you loved me like that.
I could throw myself away for you,
whether you were there or not to appreciate. My voice would sing along the wind, trying to reach your ears. My arms would become the earth in the hopes of holding you.  


Silence of the HeartMy Heart is a weary warrior Who rallies on despite her defeat.Silence of the Heart
My Heart is a weary mother, Who wonders when her children will Grow up and prosper.
My Heart is lying on a battlefield, Bleeding out her darkest secrets.
Her tears going on unheeded, Unnoticed.
My Heart is dying,
Wishing for that very last gasp, That will free her for all eternity, From the screaming silence.


SoulmatesWhen you held me I cried for I had never been held before The strength of your arms secured me in love, which emanated from your heart like the sun. I never wanted to leave, but we parted, only to join again.Soulmates
There are days where I see your face in everyones place, and it haunts me. I want it so bad, I could cry, if only I could remember too. Only in your arms can I cry, because no one else has ever held me.
When I found you again, I kept you close and safe, and I loved you beyond measure. The world spun around so much I thought Id fly off, I was so happy
We left each


Free MeTheres a place here that you cant see, Deep inside, A place where the seas sing, And my heart follows the tide.Free Me
I follow my heart, I follow my soul, Where it leads, I truly dont know.
I get pulled one way, Another the next day, Where Ill end up, I really couldnt say.
Theres a place I want to be, Somewhere I can be free, An existence I dont believe, Is truly for me.


Our Mistakesome time ago, you told meOur Mistake
that there was something genuine about
my poems; and that when you read them, you could feel what i felt when i wrote them. you said something about how well i could transfer the emotions to words, and you told me i should
look at getting published.
i wonder
if that’s still true: can you feel what i am now? after you read this (that is, if you do) will you be able to
put it out of your head, or will you finally realize that i was telling you the truth all along, and everything
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