His passion flaring like a comet, setting ablaze to his eyes.
Each word he speaks full of life.
His every thought sparks interest in my heart.
His every theory immerses my head with speculation.

I love the way he gets excited over the tiniest details.
I love the way he views life in his own way.
I love the way he doesn't quite fit in with the crowd,
yet he sticks out in the most sensational way.

A mind so complex, so interesting, so stupendous.
A mind far too wonderful to depict in any form of writing or art.
Yet this mind, though it understands so much,
cannot seem to comprehend how beautiful it truly is.

Yes, this mind might quite possibly be mad-
crazily, extraordinarily insane.
But it has been said that the ones who are considered crazy,
are the best kind of people to be with.

"It's like a light bulb in a dark room.
Once the light goes out, darkness takes over.
For light needs a source of power, 
but darkness does not."

But there is one light that doesn't seem to need anything,
and it lights the way for others constantly, all day and all night.
It provides heat, warmth, security and hope, helping people get through each day.
It represents a reminder that no matter how hard today is, 
you'll always have tomorrow to fix it.

Well my darling, I have some news for you.
No matter how hard my day is, how sad or mad I get,
I will always have you to look forward to,
for you are my sunshine. 

My prince

late nights have turned into lonely nights.
happy mornings have turned into boring mornings.
cute texts that make me smile have disappeared.

no one to cheer me up when i'm feeling down
no one to make the clouds go away
no one to get a smile out of my frown
no one to provide all those happy days

i know one day we will meet again
and a kiss might take place
but for now, and until then,
i will wait for my prince, sleeping quietly in my glass case.

It was ours.

Listening to songs
Memories flooding back
Pounding in my head
Aching in my heart

I know I shouldn't miss you
Because the feeling has never been mutual
But you were my something special
and I don't think I'll ever let those moments go

From texts in the morning,
to hugs in the afternoon,
to movie marathons at night.
All of the cuteness, happiness, silliness
It was ours.

I know you don't care,
I know you don't remember.
But that doesn't mean,
that I have to be like that too.

We never knew.

Love poems are quite useless honestly,
because no single poem can describe everyone's love.
Every case of love is different,
and most cannot be fathomed into a paragraph on a piece of paper.

But still we waste away our romantic thoughts
to be read by unknown people- many of which have never even experienced love yet.
We think that we know so much about this four lettered word
but then it hits us like a storm, in the heart and soul.
And that's when we realize- we never knew what we were getting ourselves into.

We never knew what we were getting into.

No One

no one ever notices
the dark eyes hidden behind the wide smile
the falter in her 'confident' words
the flatness of her loud laugh
no one ever notices
her disappearance every few days
her constant long sleeved shirts
her empty hands at the lunch table
no one ever notices
so she doesn't think they care
so she thinks she's alone
so she doesn't change
no one ever notices
until she voices up
until she gets caught
until its too late
no one ever notices.



dedicated to Sophi, rest in peace baby girl<3    3-21-13

Point of Views

life is very... one sided.
because you can only see it from your own point of view.
but what happens when you get tired of your point of view?
what happens when you meet someone whose mind is so fascinating
and so enchanting
that you wish the entire WORLD could see things the way that person does?
what happens when you realize that life is all about getting out of your comfort zone?
getting out of your own skin? metaphorically, of course.
if people could put their emotions on hold
long enough to see things from another person's point of view,
how many fights, how much war, do you think could be avoided?
think about it- if we could see, what others see,
would there really be a need for chaos?

Natural Beauty

She wanted to be beautiful.

Not beautiful, with the make-up and jewelry

Not beautiful, with the designer clothes and double D’s

She wanted to be beautiful

With the shy smile complimented with rosy cheeks

With long thick hair shadowing her pure face

With piercing eyes that stare deep into your soul

And a heart filled with no hatred, but purely love and warmth.