And I'm just dreaming again;

Why do I always end up here? I always end up feeling lonely and just wanting someone there to change that. For the first time I thought that I was finding that person I needed, that I was finally connecting to someone that could change everything. That could make me feel worth something; and someone that I could share my love with. However, now I'm not so sure that that's true. Everything that I thought was a sign that he was actually interested, may just have been simple acts of kindness. I'm the one who's turning it into these fantasies of soon to be kisses and moments spent together. None of it actually exists yet... and I'm wondering if any of it ever will. I just wish I wasn't looking for someone so... desperately! I mean because of this I could be missing someone that's right there in front of me. I just can't help it though. I meant to give love and happiness to another person; I'm meant to spend my life with someone. And every person I meet, I dream of them being that person. This battle is impossible and I feel as if I'm just going to be another causality, another thing forgotten. My heart aches and is missing something vital; or someone vital. I thought that by being around so many new people I'd finally work up my courage and confidence, but it's actually worsening. I hope that I'm just paranoid. I hope that my fears don't become my reality, or worse; I hope my fears don't ruin reality. I guess all I can do is wait and see... who knows. Anything can happen, right?

Sweet mornings

It's mornings like these that make me forget all that I've lost and all the pain I've felt. Your arms are wrapped around me, protecting me from the past and your touch protects me from my adverse thoughts. We woke up by each other this morning our noses touching, fingers entwined; forgetting the world around us. If I could freeze any moment and keep it forever I'd keep this one. The way sleep clouds your gaze, your soft touch running through my hair and down my neck; the only word to describe how I feel right now is content. And that is just the surface; I don't think that the right words even exist to explain what is going through my mind. You see right past how broken I am and you breathe new life into me. You're the only one who has the power to make me feel alive again, or make me feel at all for that matter. So long I've been seeing destruction and hopelessness in everything; but now you've given me new perspective. It's the afternoon and I'm no longer in your arms. I can feel sadness creeping up my back once again; but I don't worry because I know I'll be laying next to you again soon. Safe once again from my own subversion.

Last few moments;

Here I sit in my empty room; ghosts of the past and present float around my head. The future is teasing me, so very near: yet excitement hasn't completely overcome me. Who could be excited to leave a life with friends and family who understand you better than you understand yourself? Who have seen you at your absolute worst and they're still around... I know it's hard for me. However we all get to this point in our life where looking back is no longer an option, and looking forward is a necessity. For those who dwell on the past only waste their future. I am not one to waste, I am not one to squander; I am not one to let so many opportunities slip through the new, untethered flesh of my hands. I want to live a life that is neither ordinary, nor extraordinary. My goal isn't to make a million dollars, or become the face of some over priced product, but I would like to touch other peoples lives in an inspirational way. To be so inspiring that people let my words, my soul, penetrate into their hearts and bring new perspectives into their ways of thinking and feeling. So as I lay here on the last night before I move into college, I do not dwell on what I leave behind: I know those who love me will remain there supporting me. But I do let excitement overcome me. Excitement for a new life, with wonderful people, new love, and fulfillment of dreams; and whatever else the future holds for me.

Another poem,

You're haunting me,
Hiding in every corner of my mind.
Just when I thought you were gone,
I hear that same tired song.

You took my light love,
It even left me for you.
Everything that mattered to me,
Is washed up in the cold, dark waters.

All that I loved,
All that I lived for;
Lies in Boston with you.

So I'll go now,
Run to the west coast and maybe,
Maybe I can learn to live,
Without you.

Some poems for you;

So here are a collection of poems I've written. Some old, some new. Tell me what you think!

8/16/11
 I don't want to be loved, I want to inspire love.
I want to be a necessity for love,
Essential and desired.

8/16/11
I just want to experience this life.
No more holding me back.
I'm diving into this world alone.
It could end tragically,
Or wonderfully.
But here I come world.
Fate will find my home
in this unforgiving,
yet beautiful place.
I may not make it alive,
But I'll have truly lived.


That was some older stuff i recently stumbled upon, but here are some of my new pieces. Which do you like better?

7/30/12
You were only here
From sunrise to sunset.
Yet I wish it was
Summer to spring,
and again.
Summer to spring.

Your words fade each day,
And the distance between us
grows longer.
The absence stronger.

I wish you were here with me,
Today.
But you've been gone so long.
So many things left to say,
But you're nowhere near to hear.

I loved you, but
I don't think you loved me.
I want to love again,
But my love for you won't let me.


This is my favorite that I've written in awhile;
7/30/12

Today was a day,
where your oceans turned dark.
The cool blue pierced me,
chilled me deep into my restless soul.

The warmth of your sun,
is absent.
The warmth of my love,
is fading.

Dark days are passing,
and a cold rain touches my face.
All I want is for your love,
your love to come back again.

The emptiness I feel,
compares to the blackest of all the night skies.
Stars of hope glimmer in existence,
but the sun.

It always rises.

First look,

So I've never posted one of my original poems on here, so I thought. Why the heck not! Well here it goes, tell me what you think!

First Look

The earth spins, but sometimes your own world stops.
One breath takes years,
One step, a lifetime.

A pulse starts strong in your chest.
Moves through your veins, piercing the soul.
Another step, another lifetime.

A lurking destination;
temptation to run, instinct to flee.
Then that severed soul awakens,
clawing to the surface of the skin.

It begs for liberation,
It cries for the deepest of desires.
It screams for you.

It craves your touch, your kiss,
the absolute rawest emotions of your being.

But once again the soul is silenced.
Pushed under layers and layers of
self destruction and bitter anger.

One day that world will stop again.
And that soul will be fulfilled.
Until that day it remains caged.
Protected from the truth of my world.

Life's Choices

In every person's life, there comes a time where you need to make decisions despite the emotional toll it may have on you. And while some may argue life gets easier with age, they're wrong. Life gets easier for the people who take the easy way out. Who don't admit the truth to themselves, and who ultimately live among numerous regrets that in turn haunt them forever. While their lives may be easy, they sure are not happy. When you meet someone, it is all about timing. For the most part, if timing is off then it is most likely not meant to be. You'll feel reluctant and hesitant to continue with the relationship, and that is the ultimate sign that it's over. When you're in love, there is no question. You won't care about meeting someone else, or sacrificing your dreams for that person. That is "the end of life as you know it," and no one should be able to change that. So when looking for love, realize that you deserve that person that ruins you for all others. Never settle because you fear loneliness; happiness never stems out of fear. So take risks, make mistakes. Let go if you're unsure about someone. I've once heard that absence makes the heart grow fonder; and if that's true I know of someone who will be waiting for me to make some more mistakes with.