May 20th

Knees pulled to her chest
She let’s out a heavy breath
And sees it fade away
Like everything else

She stretches out her hand
Trying to hold on to something far gone
They tell her it’s normal

When morning comes
Beauty and sunlight flood from her window
And birds annoying squawks
Now sing her favorite song
Lyrics long ago memorized

The mirror shows a new reflexion
It holds a smile; power
Not from anyone
Just herself

You see beauty can be bought
And strength too
But what she has can’t

April 24

I should of held your hand
And watched the show you wanted to watch
But I should have turned the TV off
And instead, listen to you talk
About when you were a little girl
And how you met the one
Tell me about when I was a baby
And my sister
And my dad
And my aunts and uncles
I should have come to visit
At least once a week
Because now
Heaven is so much farther away

April 23

Lately you’re all I think about.
I count the minutes,
Till I can see you again.
Till you can hold me close,
And give me warmth,
And safety.
It’s in you,
I put all my dreams.
You never judge me,
And although many say,
Our relationship is quite parmistic,
I find it to be a communalism.
I give you a reason to live,
And you give me the rest I need.

April 22

I didn’t know what I was doing.
What was brewing.
Or what I was looking for.
But you’ve given me so much more.

I met you in that cafe across town,
And without a sound,
I recognized you.
After all these years, oh how much we both grew.
As far apart as we’ll get,
Our friendship will never split.

You sat me at your favorite spot,
And lunch, you bought.
In from the window, blew a breeze,
Setting me at ease.
The lighthouse we saw in the distance.
With no resistance,
We spent the whole night together. 
And as you hugged me goodnight, in my ear you whispered, “My Heather”

April 21

dear you
dear as in a caring, pet name.
And you as in need of no further explanation.

I see you,
All the time.
In my cereal,
And the music I listen to.
The words I write,
And clothes I wear.
Places I go,
And people I talk with.

It’s mot just silly every day things anymore.
It’s you telling me what you liked to buy best.
And what what lyrics meant to you.
It’s telling me when I wasn’t at my best,
Or outfit.
It’s the memories everything holds.

I made time for you.
Even when ain’t nobody got any.
And you made me feel…
Worth it.
Worth giving you my all,
And everything.

And you is no one person.
But it’s everyone.
And now.

And this was my attempt on a New York Style Poem…. If anyone is farmiliar with it, feedback would be greatly appreciated

April 20th

I had you for so long,
I can’t complain.

I got to sit on your lap,
And tell you about my day.
From the unfair amount of homework,
Or the free classes I had.
To the best friends,
Or current crush.

I got to learn from you.
How to be a host,
And all my baking skills.
You taught me to put on a smile,
Even in the mornings.
And to put my heart in,
Whatever it is I do.
And to love,
With all I have,
Or not at all.

I got to have hugs,
Anytime I needed them.
And shoulders to cry on.
And kisses on the cheek.
And someone to tell me,

April 16th

What if there was no time?
But life was measured in songs.
131,040 songs in a year
So 10,000,000 songs in a life time?

And there was no clocks,
You simply had to be somewhere in 5 songs.
And when you said goodbye,
You’d know you’d see that person in 180 songs.
But you’d sleep through much of them.

When you save memories,
You’d record it by what song played.
And the same song would be playing all over the world,
Because music is the language everyone speaks.

You’d hear happy songs,
When lots of people are getting married,
Or babies being born,
Or families are reunited with loved ones.
Sad ones would fill the air,
With the crash of airplanes,
War zones erupting,
and the loss of loved ones.

If your life,
Was measured in songs,
What would you hear?
Would there be enough to capture your life?
Would the lyrics be more than words?
Are you the one singing them?