Youth

My heart hurts for the youth A lack of direction and care Existing in a world who does not see Or hear Their cries The only time they are seen is when they die Countless times How are we not dealing with these crimes? Have we lost our minds?

As I stand in the room

Staring upon eyes of wonder

I wonder

How much more love do I have?

I’ve given enough away already

A shiv slowly carving into me

My body can only hemorrhage for so long

Destination

I am trying find a way

To bring you back to where we were

The warm summer day

When we became lost amongst street signs

Oblivious to the destination we knew nothing about

Time Does Not Stop Here

Be not afraid The road does not end here

As time slips through your fingers

Each grain of sand harder to grasp

Until one remains

Resting upon the palm of your hand

Memories of your past

Expanding from this single grain

Connecting to the ground below

A bridge to the existence you once had

That is impossible to cross

Ocean

Sunsets scatter souls

Across a twilight sky

Shimmering rays against the ocean tides

Making mountains to deceive our eyes

Forget

Forget today

Forget tomorrow

Forget,

The moment I can never take back

Clutching the very thing I could never let go

You

Forget,

Doubting all of my actions

Taking an extra second to question a decision

I was never going to make in the first place

Forget,

Wanting something better for myself

This is it

This is all

This is everything

Forget,

Thinking it is over

I am still here

I will keep going

I will keep going

If Only

I can only do so much to write a poem

If only,

I can turn these words into time

I would never stop writing

Just to keep you near forever

If only,

These words can close the distance

This poem would only be one word:

“Us”

If only,

Any other circumstance of which we can be together

This poem would be written

But this poem can never be written

Sooner

I’ve wanted to get this to you sooner

I wanted to write faster than my heart can beat

But the problem was

Every time I thought of you

My heart skipped

And my hand fell behind

From every word added to this letter

And after completing this letter

An overwhelming feeling will occur 

Six Word Story: Wrong Thinking

You thought wrong, I am here.