Slowly...

Hold Our Tongues

Love Me Until...

Stories Of Youth

~ I Wish ~

~ “Your writings may not be what people generations from now will be gossiping over with tea. It may not even be what people feel the need to look over in the local library one rainy afternoon. But as you write, your sweat tears and blood go into every word. That, that should the reason why you stay up until dawn; to spill your mind onto the pages.” ~ I was up late last night and all I could think of is "what if my writings aren't good enough for people to remember twenty, thirty or even forty years from now? What if they're not even good enough for people of this generation?" I think, that any person who writes has natural fear of rejection. As humans in general we are scared of rejection. after I started to write this poem last night I thought about how so many people who write want to be known in history; as do myself at times. But I also thought about the reason why each and every one of us write. It's because we have something growing deeper then in our minds. It's within the deepest parts of our being; in the tiny crevices of our bones. When we sit and write, it's apart of us coming alive. The truth about every single writer is that every time we write, we are giving a piece of our body, mind, and soul to every word. I think initially, when you start to write, it's never with the intent to make history.

~~ Never ~~

"Never stop thinking of me. because darling, I have not let one second go by without you being completely engulfed in my mind."

"And all the scars resting upon our frail skin speak to us & tell us the stories about how they got there."

“From the day the bones under my flesh began to grow, I wanted to know what love was. In my mind I painted a beautiful canvas of love. But soon, the bones under my flesh started to crack; the cracks slowly split. Then, altogether, they breached. I looked for the canvas once resting in the depths of my mind, when it was discovered the canvas was nothing but fragments slowly being eaten away by my thoughts”

~ Beautiful Lies ~

“The vows were made, to never be broken. You spoke to me with words that should have never been spoken. Like how you’ll love me until the moon ceases to give us light in the dead of night. But now I see; as I lay here in darkness; and the stars above are not far from starless, and your body warmth is no longer abound, that all you said to me is now just floating around; waiting for the next ear to hear all the beautiful lies.”

~ Why Do I Write? ~

“ Why do you write? I write to share with people the thoughts that are imprisoned in my mind. I write to let the chills cover over every inch of that persons body who connects with my every emotion & feeling. I write for the passion I unleash with every word written.” This poem was actually written by myself a while back. Maybe about a year ago. What possessed me to write this? I feel that anyone who decides to sit down with pen and a piece of paper, with a purpose to write has a reason why they are doing so. Some write because of heartbreak others, about falling in love. Still others don't even have a clue as to why they write; they just know they need to write. Well my reasons for writing are quite simple; they are to show people whats inside my mind and to connect with that person who has understood my every emotion just through a handful of words. This poem was written to show everyone what all my poems and writings are based from. I hope every single one of you not only enjoy the poetry I will be sharing but also, while reading them, connect with them as much as I did while writing them.