More.

Why do you do this to me?
You push and pull me away.
You take and give.
You plant the seed, and then kill it.
Your moods change like the winds blow.
You stop and then you go.
You never take time with things,
rushing and rushing around.
Why must it end so soon?
Darling, the flower has hardly bloomed.
Why let the fear set in from something so far away?
Why let small things turn you away?
The colors of the emotions.
The metallic armor that shields me.
The distance.
The touch.
The bond.
The need.
I need you.

More poetry.

If love was a page.
My page would be unwritten.
For I am young and naive.
And often bitten.
By the ones I let in too close.
Who think my heart to be a joke.
And cast me away.
Into a bin full of waste.
Am I waste?
Am I a waste of time?
I don't even care if any of my words rhyme.
I have no structure.
I have no chain.
I have no master.
I am no slave.
I enjoy walking where no other has been before.
I see beauty behind closed doors.
I want to be someone remembered.
Loved and cared for.
But all hope just seems lost now.
Should I care anymore?

Shorter, sweeter.

Procrastination is a pain,
I cannot afford to let it win again.
I work too hard to be thrown to the ground.
Struggling, helpless, I scream, no sound.
I often think of a town so mellow,
And in this dream I'm a happy fellow.
I do not want perfection,
Only grace, and fine protection.
For, perfection is a substance that can never be attained.

Poetry is kind of a big deal..

Here I stand,
At the mercy of a windstorm.
In the arms of bulletproof glass.
I am so protected,
but I can still fall apart.

Here I stand,
feet on the ground,
shoulder to the wall.
Relaxation is overrated,
destiny will call.

Here I stand,
In a hole dug six feet.
There is no telling, here,
Whom all I might meet.
Take me foward.

Here I stand,
In the light of all that once was.
In a galaxy of unknown.
Don't even ask.
You are not allowed to know.