I am a baby, I am a child, I am the innocent wonder in my eyes I am a glimpse, I am a sign, of someone I can be, someone I might I am not...

Maybe life is all about twirling under one of those midnight skies, cutting a swathe through the breeze and gently closing your eyes.

some winterswill never meltsome summerswe’ll never freezeand some things will only… live in poems.

If I’m not around I hope you’ll remember me and together we will hold on to our favorite song.

When I write…I am in the fond armsof a childhood friendupon whose colorful heart I can hang the charcoal drawingsof my woes.

kisses… areand always will be the only language that I will have ever truly known.

When it comes to lovedo not eversettle for anythingless than magical.

I live there…where the birds are infiniteeverywherewhere they fleeit’s a place your eyes can wanderbut never seeWhere everyone accepts me,Without any pretenseIt’s a place your mind can picturebut never really comprehend.

the onewho will jolt awakeall the unwrittenthe unsungand the unlived in me. i am waitingfor him.

kisses happenwhen my morning blueberry muffin sails slowly upon my savoring tongue.

it was the kind of moonthat I would want to send back to my ancestorsand gift to my descendantsso they know that I too,have been bruised…by beauty.

how is it thathe’s alwaysin my thoughts. even when i am not thinking.

poetry. i am not writing it.(make way for me please)it is my skin. dripping with light.

Poems are soft kitten furs. smoothing out the rough edges of my world.

give mea pillow of strongever-dependable shouldersthat i can bury my head in.

when whisperedwhat an exquisitesong, it makes-your name.

kisses explode when… someone believes in me when my heart cries out a song of thanks to yours.

love was never meant to bejust a metaphorbetween the pages of poetry.

may my faith always beat the end of the daylike a hummingbird…returningto its favorite flower.

The most beautiful, amazing and inevitable fact about life- Everything has a natural healing process.

I realizedJune had never beenjust a monthmusic…never just a trembleon my lipswarmth was nevermerely a blanket.

sometimes i am not sure.if i am writing the poemor the poemis writing me.

i immersemyselfin youlikei immerse myselfinto a beautiful story.

You touched my heart…ever so softlyand I realizedtears had never been…merely saltand the rainOh the Rain!had never been merely water.

let me diefrom having being drunk onindigo skies, my liver…overflowing with stars.

your smile.is the ultimategolden dream.all the poemsin the worldare waking up from.

How….will I ever truly depict you?You’re perfect, my writing isn’t.

violent storms. and beautiful smiles. both have electricity. both are equally destructive in nature.

the mostbeautiful tideis the sweepof your heartagainst mine.

wordslike mysterious mermaids come and live permanentlyin the soft sweepsand scars of my skin.

depth and substance.the two most exquisite qualities. be it in a poemor a person.

I breathe in…the fragranceof love, and moist sandthe onehis roses lefton both my handsI just keep on breathingevery momentas much as I canpreserving it, in my bodyfor the dayit can’t.

when i speak to youi speak as thoughi am offering a rosein your hand.

lean in to kiss mein all the placeswhere the acheis the most special.

be the kiss in my hairthat no one seesmove, when i movesigh, when i sigh…be that line from a poemthat i hold in my eyes.

If my life were a fragrance, it would smell like the sea.

i have laughedmore than daffodilsand cried more than June.

i can’t always tell what’s betterlong drivesin the star-spangled desertsor long walksalong winding tea gardens.

I want to read every book that’s writtenhear every song that was sungI want to gaze at every cloudand hold the zing of each fruit on my tongue.

i have known yousince the beginningof timethe one i have loved alwaysin spirit.only just discoveredin person.

fierce lovers.and battle warriorsboth comefrom the same place. there is bound to be,some bloodshed.

I blink January’s lashesand gush down December’s cheeks

I had embraced you…long before i hugged you.

Breezy daysdeserve the unionof two old friends.

May youalways haveopenbreezy spacesin your mind.

i writebecauseit is the only wayi can reach you.

i would rather havefeelings without wordsthan words without feelings.

there are some poemsthat we leave behindsome that leave us behindwhile some just livesilentlyin the heartcrumble, sometimesdwindledisappeardieand are rebornwhen you smile again.

I breathe in…the silenceof my own heartaching with tendernesswith memories..Of home.

sometimes i wake upin the middleof the nightand findpoetry splatteredall over my bed.