what I give thanks for this year.

every year I give thanks for all that Im fortunate for,
and I give a special thanks to everything I get  extra and more,
there are little things im grateful for that I take for-granted ,
and im also thankful for all the friends that listened to me when I ranted,

im thankful for family that will always have my back,
to comfort me when I feel out of whack,
im also thankful to all the opportunities im given,
cause im glad and happy to have the life im living,

im blessed and fortunate for every moment im alive,
and everyday im happy and I strive,
and im thankful for everything I achieved,
when life seem hard I never stop living my dream.

The story of a tear

the story behind a tear,
is the pain that lingers near,
maybe deeper than what meets the eye,
the symbolism of pain is why I cry,

its like the primary colors turning to secondary,
its like the  emotion  in the story making in legendary,
the tears are the words the paper cant mark down,
the voiceless efforts my face makes when I frown,

tears are the prayers of unanswered angels,
the cries of voiceless people in danger,
the dreams that can never be reached,
when trust is breached.

Why cant everyone love like me

I give my heart ,
to be ripped apart,
I give my all,
to realize I end up empty in the fall,

Im honest with feelings,
I feel deep like something out of art piece , surrealing,
just to feel like im played or used,
collecting all these wounds,

I cry and question why,
they dont feel Im enough, even when I try,
I give it my all and im genuinely nice,
as people play me and dont think twice,

I feel this emptiness in my heart,
when I give it all and then to fall apart,
I wonder why everyone cant love like me,
or at least try to see the worth in who I could be.

Breeze beachy night

Breeze Beachy night 

When I hear the calm music in the breeze,

Sending hope and love through the trees,

I think of you whispering you love me in the air,

And I think back and remember even though your not your always there ,

And when the man from the restaurant plays his guitar,

I remember your love isn’t that far,

Even though heaven is far away,

It’s like your here every day,

And at night when the wind blows,

It reminds me and heaven knows ,

How many you are,

Cause your my lucky star. 

Chronic hole

Chronic hole 

Sometimes I feel empty cause there’s a hole I can’t fill,

And some may say it’s love sick and I’m I’ll,

I try to find stuff to pass my time,

Like art and poetry with rhymes,

But it’s more like a hole that can’t be filled with just one thing,

Occasionally it hurts like a sting,

Cause I feel chronically empty inside,

So lost I can’t hide,

Maybe it’s not chronic and I’m

Exaggerating,

But it’s so convincing it’s tempting,

I maybe right and I may not,

But all I know is that I’m caught in a knot. 

That time of year

Poem 

That time of year 

My minds racing ,

My legs are pacing ,

My breath is heavy,

I’m feeling edgy,

My thoughts are off the hook,

I’m lost Like a different language in a book ,

My heart can’t keep up,

As my legs try to run and jump,

And when I try to keep track,

My thoughts go out of whack,

Time feels shorter than ever,

And I’m struggling on knowing I have forever 

Body and mind out of sorts

Poem

Body and mind out of sorts 

My thoughts are in a spiral ,

As my mind is viral ,

My body aches, 

Yet I take many breaks,

My temperatures cold yet it is hot,

My mind and emotions seem to be caught ,

In a circle cycloning ,

My mind is lost like a sky storming,

I’m on a constant spin,

Trying to beat defeat I wanna win,

My mind and body so out of it,

But I won’t quit.