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Ring by Spring

I was never good at letting go

So when you said you had to let me go To be completely honest, I never really believed that it was for good Lost in translation, I couldn’t comprehend Left to think about the swift events.

Love Of course it hasn’t really sunk in Victory, a simple thought that maybe Eventually you’d come back around

You’re engaged now, Out of the picture, Unanimous decision.

But could you read between the lines?

I left something there for you to find.

I write

You said you didn't feel significant So I wrote this poem on a paper plane And threw it into the wind I watched it travel close to the forest Knowing at any moment You might possibly find it I write Even now, I write To remind you that you are beautiful I write, even tomorrow I write To remind you that you are still the forest And I am forever lost in the idea of you

The artist.

I was broken when you found me. Shattered into millions of pieces, colors opaque as worn church pews, and brittle as tempered glass. You, you with the eye of a painter, with hand steady as a portrait, you didn't intend to repair me. Instead, you placed all the glass into positions found to be beautiful to you. You danced, and sang, and flowed over the scene, leaving traces of your own blood behind. I thirst for the taste, again. Yet, the artist, has found her masterpiece, away from the one she created. The mould from the clay of a creator she adored. Am I a man that is still broken, a mosaic set aside for the world to pass by? Can I be beautiful to someone else? Was I ever beautiful, for her?

The One We'll Never Have

I fell for you right before I was seventeen. You walked into the room and made instant eye contact; I was stuck, a deer in the headlights, but that's right where I wanted to be. I've been infatuated with you since then. You were the forest I wanted to explore. Quiet in nature, mysterious with all of your depth, I was lost in who you were. You were a queen, and I called you that. The Queen of The O.C, the beauty of the Los Angeles, you'll always be that. Forever the forest I'm lost in, the queen I'll never have. I've been dreaming of you for close to seven years now, and that's all I'll ever do. You are not mine, you will never be.

Is it wrong.

I've got a secret, and I always think about it on my birthday. See, I've always been that friend that stays up till twelve just to be the first to text you happy birthday. I'm the kind of guy that goes out and spends ridiculous amounts of money on everyone I love and care for. It all started when I was young, my mom teaching me that I've got to be the change I want to see, and I truly believe that. However, today's my birthday, and I haven't got a text, I don't have anyone over, and I'm not asking for it. I was just hoping I had someone that was like me. Someone that would plan things for me, that would have everyone park around odd sections of the neighborhood so they could surprise me. I was just hoping that come twelve o clock my friends would be here already, that there would be cake, beer, and weed for all of us. I'm just sitting here alone, hungry, and about to get some food by myself at McDonald's or something like that. I'm happy when I treat everyone with care, when I see smiles on their face, is it wrong I want someone that cared about me like that?

Storm on Surface, Quiet Below

I am the rising tide Forever rushing the shores full force Consuming the daring few Testing the strong I will The waves are never tamed The water never still But you found the right balance Found peace in the water Below, the ocean is your quiet place I can be silent for you I was silent for you

Pieces of Our Pasts

I often dream of my future wife She's shaped just like you, the queen of the O.C But she dances like she's the flower from heaven She fucks like the woman I lost my virginity too And she sings like we used to sing in the parks See, We move on But we still find the things we love and cherish in the end Every experience prior An influence on the next

The Mortal

I am mortal A broken piece of flesh Too afraid to let go of what I haven't lost I pick at the scabs Bleeding I am reminded that all of this This joy and pain Is all temporal And that I will stare down Into the coffins of the ones I love And be left with nothing but memories I am mortal I am rotting I am afraid

It must have been fun Planting a seed where you own no land Getting past the walls The barriers of my mind The confines of my soul

It must have taken time It must have taken effort And a drive for some reason A reason I’m not sure I’ll ever know But you took something I wasn’t selling Something locked away And not for anyone to bare eyes on You damn well know exactly what you took What you wanted

Lost

I didn't have to say a word My eyes and smile sold me out It was like I heard fireworks and church bells I could see moments of my future in the blue of her eyes I was stuck like gum on the street in summer And lost like a kid in the woods Am I lost if I don't want to be found

Friendship

I pictured myself as a bowl Laid out in the open And you were the rain Falling from sky But you did not fall in my direction But I would still catch you Just not as I thought

Load him up, let him shoot

I am a fighter Always taking damage Calculating every moment Every blow Waiting for the proper timing Or the ones I believe to be fit enough to throw my own punches I am a brawler A professional of nothing But a victor of chance A chance I'm never not willing to take I am an arrow Precise and waiting Pull Aim Release I am a leader A chance taker A man who cannot be defeated A wind up toy Let me free And witness my true drive My power of will

Most of The Time

When I choose to write I want to reach your heart I want you to feel That you are not alone Because that's how I feel Most of the time

For what it is

I walked in and there she sat With that blonde hair and succulent smile She ran to me And I lifted her as we kissed right there In front of everyone I often think back to that moment How romantic We were in McDonalds

A.A (and I'm not talking alcohol)

She was a pretty little thing Blonde hair and a cute smile A smile she didn't show much She wanted to be tough So she hid it behind her lips Those sweet and tiny lips They dripped with lust and confidence Confidence that she could have any man Or woman that she pleased I waited in line

Wheel, Mast, Wind

You smiled in the smoke if it all Cursing and laughing the night away It's nights like these That I'm reminded what it means to be young And vulnerable Are we so naive To call ourselves the masters of our own destiny Set sail, captain

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