Appointment

We are a couple days into 2013.
No New Years Resolution but rather solutions to the cares of today.

One day at a time. That's what it takes to stand tall and believe when your emotions tell you to break.

Where is the balloons and confetti when the mail man comes
Where are the people from last year practically attached to your arm

Nowhere because when its all said and done
With everything you've gone through
People can't believe you have won.

2013-I've been waiting for you

Poetry???

What is Poetry?

Who cares if it doesn't rhyme?
Who cares if it doesn't make sense?
Does it make sense to you?

Poetry is a form of expression--yours.
Let your heart speak while your fingers tweet.

Fall in love all over again.

Time of the Year

Christmas was but a mere few hours ago. I received so many gifts. Apart from that I was happy to share it with the people I love. So what I am most thankful for is not the shoes, clothes or other material things that try to shape our existence, but rather the thing I am most grateful for is...Togetherness. Guess some things really are free.

I Love You

I hate how much I think about you. I hate wondering if you're thinking of me too. I hate that I still care. I hate not having you here. I wish we had control over our memories. I hate that not even death warrants endless possibilities. I hate being trapped by thoughts, mere memories. I hate that I don't know if I want to be free. Maybe if you die, I would be released. But if you die, Don't die without me.

Last Dance

No luck, no charm, just take a chance. No music, no people, take my hand and let's dance. Hold me close and look into my eyes. Tell me what I'm thinking. Tell me no lies. Hold my waist. Caress my face. Let's dance to make everything okay. No words, dive into my soul. Let the dance floor take control. Oh how I miss you so...

S.W.E.A.T

Sitting in an office chair, Eating And Thinking about calling out tomorrow

Heartbeat

I didn't answer because I wasn't there. Maybe you didn't knock hard enough, maybe I just didn't care. After three knocks you still don't have a clue. That I just don't want to be with you. I've worked hard your whole life. Never skipped a beat even when you tried to kill me with your strife. I pumped, I rejuvenated, I never changed. Now that you're older you think I am the one who's strange. No more overtime, no more games. Now it's too late. Flatline...................