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all the agonizing cliches about love gone wrong and documenting how it feels.

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15 words and under

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sometimes even the strongest most carefully chosen words aren't enough to describe how you feel. to just say i love you is an understatement

can you hear me now?

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like pressed flowers

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like winter

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contradictions.

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a shooting star, a fleeting moment

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sometimes a lack of words hurts more

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we all have pasts and we all carry them with us.

climbing towards the light.

i'm learning how to let go.

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i'm worried that i will get used to this.

a poem.

we are all constantly changing.

(summary.)

some things i just can't bring myself to say

it never really matters how much time passes. these thoughts still cross my mind

i despise being the girl still obsessing about her first love, but it really does stick with you. i am just another cliché.

they fold in on themselves

pulling me down

always wanting a new place

continuing on with this project...nearing the end

i don't know what this will turn into.

continuing on...

and so it continues...

with these words

incandescent: adjective- having a filament which glows white-hot when heated by a current passed through it. intensely bright; brilliant; masterly; extraordinarily lucid aglow with ardor, purpose etc.

daily-ish. i am very committed to this project i am trying to write a poem a day but even if there are some gaps and i miss some days i won't give up and this collection will have 365 poems by the end. enjoy getting this glimpse into my life, my mind, and my heart. welcome :)

eventually its light runs out

to my personality

between what i show and what i say. to tell you what i mean.

kind of cheesy but i almost never write cute little love poems...

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i won't

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or half incomplete, depends on how you look at it.

do you remember me

3 a.m.

you opened my eyes

that's all love is

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words.

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are wild

but not lost.

i failed you

so simple

how it felt.

you make me feel sixteen again...

after all this time

i keep changing the title because this keeps meaning something different to me...

is meant to be shared

is words.

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& down & down.

summary

but not for words

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though you sit right beside me.

wear smiles

ripping me apart from the inside out

simple

the push and pull of the tides

possibly a collection.

skeletons pile up in the closet of my mind

i am running

for a friend.

are everything

where all the dark thoughts come to play. pillowbook

the things i'm made of

is my every thought

pieces, fragments, ashes, me.

you know you've reached this point when you can't even help yourself

teach me how to feel.

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prince charming doesn't compare

but really i'm ok

that won't fade

dedicated to my inspiration

i don't exist

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constantly holding me back

to desire

finding beauty in destruction, its nothing new for me.

nothing like razor blade kisses

is the most beautiful thing

are where dreams lie

a poem

because the future is what matters

the title does have a meaning. pillowbook

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little moments

chiseled mountains, sparkling waters

no longer hold the beauty of wild flowers

everyones poetry is different but we're all the same.

is not the only place dreams can be found

thanks to eric and starry skies

all turn black

some old some new. collection

always leaves me wanting more

one thought leads to the next

or fun size. a collection

you can find puzzles in broken hearts, broken smiles, broken souls

measure time and count the stars in the sky

happiness is a journey, not a destination. pillowbook

walk in someone elses shoes, see through someone elses eyes

my heart is filled with misery

pouring out my heart is something i do across pages

i guess you could say i've changed

a concept i still haven't gotten the hang of

i miss you more each day

what happens when you constantly wake up at 5:30 am

dedicated to megan.

and brick walls are stable

too many smiles to count

and tattered pages

monday through sunday

the last line is a quote.

so that the sun can shine

that's why there are spaces between your fingers

where words like shiver & fashions like ear muffs are not necessary

for this black & white world

-insert creative summary here-

my soul was ripped from me

where we hang our yesterdays

from scissors to pens from a cutter to a poet

although it'd be nice to have someone to keep me warm

you're the only one that fits.

glimpses of autumn

the new sound of beauty and acceptance

swallow down the meaning

breathe me in

no amount of metaphors can being to explain

you traced love songs up and down my arms with your fingertips

her blood red lips form a pout

and talk about our lives

the part nobody sees

i haven't given up quite yet

in everything

your mysterious shadow like ways

your presence once strong in my life

these things have made me what i've become i wouldn't change a single one

now those bad memories seem so many miles away

i'm jealous of their freedom

you walk away forever this time

let the lemon detergent scent linger in the pockets

what do they wish upon?

it went by too fast

i'm not so good with words...

the violets were blue and the roses were red

the reflection in my eyes a whole other world

i stopped making wishes

you stole my heart

when night falls the city sleeps

frosted tips of grass crunch

the little things do matter, they can make all the difference