UrticaDioica

The poet in black cowboy boots With one of his many faces Like the wind he's got no roots Blowing him around to empty places He's come to me to speak his mind Half way from earth to sky So many of them left him behind But he is not nearly done to say goodbye. A thousand stories he has to say Of lives that will remain unknown I am free when I hear him play With him around I'm not alone He says he's not but he's always there His beauty flowing into mine He speaks my mind, his words I share The melodies surpassing time. I'm always just walking to the beat I follow his answers, his advice In his voice I feel complete I don't wa

After what felt like an eternity of rain, the sun finally shone through the last remains of grey clouds. It was a beautiful day filled with humming insects and smell of spring lingering freshly in the air. I sat down in our back yard, enjoying the first warm rays of sun hitting my face when I saw my cat in the grass not far from where I was. She was crouched down on the ground, playing with something in her paws. At first, I didn't pay much attention to her, for she is always chasing after butterflies and flowers moving in the wind. But then I noticed a small brown bird right besides her, chirping its little lungs out and attacking the cat mo

All the clocks are still Yet ticking echoes in my head. Tears fall on words so precise, Smudging them beyond recognition. The rain is my disguise, The memories are my shelter. I choke on your name, The most beautiful word I've ever known. I try desperately to recall your smell, To feel you beneath my blinded fingers. I fear that time will leave you behind, That the little things that made you mine will get lost. The emptiness turns my stomach And the realization hurts the same every time. With me, you will always be perfect, Forever sitting in a field of dandelions. You will be flowers, you will be air, you will be life. Plea

You make me sick. Flirting around with every girl you see You think they all like you? They will soon see how shallow you are And get bored. You think you are perfect? Well, I see all your imperfections. You can only hide them for some time. You think everyone loves you? With no love in return, They will soon turn to others. You think it will always be like this? Things change in a blink of an eye And you will be left alone in the world. You think you can keep shutting me out? Some day, when you need me I'll be miles away and not care anymore.

This is the day I am officially quitting you. No more blind hope that some day you will magically realize you love me and that I'm the only one for you. From now on, everything I do will be for me, not for you. I will be able to dye my hair blonde, even though I know you don't like it. You prefer dark brown, like the color of her hair. And from today, it will not bother me. I won't see the way you are looking at her, it will not hurt anymore. My price just got way higher. I have to learn again how to walk on my own. No more waiting for your call and over analyzing it afterwards, no more trying to catch your eye. And my stomach will not turn a

Just listen to me this one time. Listen carefully; I won't have the courage to say it twice. Because the stars are so bright tonight and he air so clear and the vapor from your mouth in the icy air is driving me insane. Can't you feel the magic too? The snow is sparkling but your eyes do more and I'm fixed. I hear the blood in my ears as you walk besides me in the moonlight, conscious of every time your hand accidentally brushes against mine. I watch closely as you move your hair out of your eyes where the light wind swept it moments ago. Oh my friend, just tonight, please forget what we are and how we live and let yourself drift. Dr

Yellow is for the warmth I feel when I'm with you. A strange kind of safety. Orange is for all the crazy times and the jokes only we understand. Green is the color of nature, of the things we love. It's for all the grass we ever lay in. White as a piece of paper on which only you can write. I will remember every word you ever said. Red is all the love in the world that I could give to you if you'd only let me. Violet is for all the times I think of you and try to imagine what it would feel like in your arms. Brown is for all the confusion in my mind, everything is mixed together so in the end I can't tell the truth from a naive dream.