Poem: Hurt Heart

I know that you’ve got your girl
And that’s oh so obvious.
I only have one problem.
I’m still in love with you and you with me.
Now as the world gets older
My love only gets stronger
And I pray that someday
I will decide that it’s time to let you go.

I know that you’ve got your girl
And that’s oh so obvious.
But ever since we broke up
I have been the epicenter of your thoughts.
Now as the world gets older
My love only gets stronger
My heart is more pain than ever
And I pray that someday
When the pain becomes unbearable
It will say:
“Time to let you go!”


It’s a blessing when you sleep
The sound of a calm wave less ocean.
But you can only sleep for so long.

Poem: Learning to swim

The land kisses the sea and vice versa.
I lay there with my dingy keeping my head above the water.
The waves making my body bounce
While I reminisce.

I try my best to stay away form the shore
But the breaking waves draw me closer.
I try my best to stay where my feet touched the bottom
So that if my dingy fails me
I’d be able to stand and not drown.

I lay there and wonder.
Should I write his name in the sand?
Should I do what my dearest friend once did?
I found a stick and spelt your name on the sand
One letter at a time
Before a swash, after a backwash.

Floating is no fun.
If only I can swim on my own.
If only what kept me alive all this time
Would just let me go to be free.
Like my dingy, free
To swim on my own.
To depend on no one for help.

I leave with many questions and uncertainties.
When will the land kiss the sea and vice versa?
Will my heart eventually let you go?
Will I be able to keep my head above water even without your love?
I await the day to be able to swim on my own.

The sand between my toes, under my feet,
The sun setting over the horizon, beautiful reflection on water,
The waves making a soft melody, almost to gentle to be touched,
All know how much I want to learn to swim.

Poem: At the bus stop

I stood there waiting for him to cross the road,
But he never came.
I decided to go over and to meet him
But by the time I got there it was too late,
For he already caught a bus to town.
The city of lights and all things gleeful.

So I stood there at the Bus Stop and waited either for him to return
Or for the van that he caught to return.
Many vans passed.
All except the one I was waiting for.

When it had started to rain
I figured that God was sending me a message.
The van wasn’t coming back.
Dad wasn’t coming back.
Why did he go without me?
He looked at me straight in the eye,
Although it felt as tho he looked straight past me.
Why couldn’t he recognize his own daughter only a few feet away?
He simply went to town without me.
…
…
…
That’s why he hadn’t crossed the road to get me,
Because I wasn’t there at the Bus Stop.

Poem: The simple things

The simple laugh that makes me happy,

The simple smile that reassures,

The simple gesture that makes me weak,

The simple look that makes me stutter,

The simple touch that gives me chills,

That simple kiss that leaves me breathless,

The simply hug that makes me feel secure,

The simple words that leave me speechless,

Are the simple things you do to make my day.

Music Video: "Bleeding love"- Leona Lewis

Poem: Sometimes he wishes

Sometimes he wishes that his family was more loving and less hostile.
That someday they’d all get along just fine.

Sometimes he wishes that people would show him just a little more love.
And that theyd appreciate him a little bit more.

Sometimes he wishes that he could stop feeling so lonely.
That he had someone to love and to love him all the same.

Sometimes he wishes that he had a real father.
So that he can have that father-son relationship he always desired.

Sometimes he wishes that he had fewer flaws,
So that people won’t leave him to stand alone in the corner.

Sometimes he doesn’t want his wishes to come true
Because then life would be too perfect and that’s no fun.

But sometimes he prays that his wishes do come true.
At least one or a few.

He prays that God would let him know
If there’s anything that he can do to help.

Because sometimes,
wishes need a little bit of help themselves

Poem: Together

Day and night will never be together,
No matter how much you love each other.
But we’re neither night nor day
Because we both know in our hearts that we were meant to be…

…together.

You may be thousands of miles away.
But I think about you each and every single day
And as the sun rises and sets
I know that someday we’d finally physically be…

…together.

And when that day comes
I’ll tell and show how much I love you
And how I really care because
Words alone won’t do.
And I’ll marry you
And we’d have kids
And grow old…

…together.

Poem: Open you eyes

Open your eyes and look at me.
I’m here and I‘m willing to love you.
I’m willing to sacrifice,
Share, and give.

I’m in your arms and I’m in love.
I look into your eyes and I’m fighting.
I want you.
I need you,
And you need me.

I’m fighting.

You hold me closer.
It’s nice and warm.
I close my eyes as I’m about to kiss you.
Soft and sweet.
Hopefully I can finally win your heart,
Win your heart with this kiss.
Hopefully this kiss can open your eyes
So that you can see that happiness is standing right in front of you.
Happiness is in your arms.
I am in your arms.

By the power of the kiss
I am falling.
Open your eyes and catch me.
Please don’t let me fall and get hurt.

It’s not a game so don’t get me wrong,
But have I won?
Have you opened your eyes?

This World

This world is mean
This world is cruel
This world just can’t keep its hands to itself

It’s a test of moral values
It reveals who you really are
Or who you’re not,
Or who you want to be.

It reveals your level of respect
For self
And for others
But more importantly yourself

I was curious
But not that stupid
I took one step forward hesitated a little
Then backed up enough

There was enough space
Or so I thought.

It was a test
And I failed
No matter how you look at it.

I wasn’t the worst but
They won’t see it in that light.
I’m just as bad as any other.

To some extent
I don’t regret failing
For I gained a lot of experience.

Experience is the greatest teacher,
It makes its students wiser.

I know now what it’s like
I know how much this world respects me
I know now how this world goes aroud.

But what I don’t know is who I am
Who I was
Who I want to be
And who I will become.

And I guess that’s why I failed that test.

I am looking for me.
Can you help?
I am one
And I am not ready for what this world has to offer

November 24th

It warmed my heart to see you there
Although I knew it couldn’t have been you
Now the place where you sat is just an empty space
Waiting to be filled, to be occupied
Waiting on me to find that special someone to take your place




I’ve been waiting since then
I’m still waiting
I’ll be waiting tomorrow
And the day after that
And the day after that

Everything takes time.
I’ll probably be waiting forever
But forever doesn’t exist.
That means that there is some hope.
As little as there may be
There is still hope that someday
I won’t have to be waiting anymore

This could only mean one thing tho’
…that I’m still in love with you
Even though I deny it for the greater good.

I know that I can’t have you now,
Nor tomorrow
Or the day after that
How about never?

I really wish I could tell you how I feel
But I can’t
Cuz’ you’ve moved on and I haven’t
And that’ll just make me look dumb.

Damsel in distress

Can you miss someone who doesn’t really exist?
Is that really possible?
Then can you tell me why I really feel this way?
Do yo know what I want?
Do you know that I’m bored here all by myself?
Did you know that I’m over my most recent crush, Blue?
Did you know that the little hope that he’d like me someday, that which was left inside of me, totally disappeared?
I really don’t care if he does or doesn’t.
Do you know how good that feels?
Did you know that I’m depressed, clueless, queer and alone?
Did I mention that I was really bored?
Did you know that I was lost the other day?
When I went out looking for someone to love?
I am poor.
I have no money.
Do you know what I really want for Christmas this year?
Cheddar.
I love him.
You think maybe he’d love me back?
I don’t know.
I mean
Who loves a naked mole rat anyway?

What bothers me the most

There are these little things that bother me
I refuse to speak about them
They depress me yes they do
But I shall tell no one.

My closest friends and family
Shall not know about
What bothers me the most.
No one but God and I.
I hide my face just thinking about it
Just thinking about it I cry.

You don’t know how much I want to tell you
How much I want to write it down
But you’re just a piece of paper
That can be read by many.
And that’s too great of a risk that I’m not willing to take.

I’m hurt
Because I can’t tell you
I’ll be hurt even more if I tell you
So I’m sorry my love
But you cannot know about
What bothers me the most

Forgive me boys

Forgive me boys
For having a heart
For thinking about you,
When we’re apart.

For the crazy things I do
To show that I care
For saying “I miss you”
When I wanted you here.

For fussin’ and frettin’
I don’t mean to annoy
But really and truly
Sometimes you get on my last nerve.

And finally

For all the times that I’ve hurt you
Please know
That I never meant to
And never forget each time,
No matter what
That I’ll always love you.

It isn’t a sin
But sometimes you guys make it seem that way,
So please, forgive me boys anyway.

That's a poem i wrote sometime ago. (I=CO)