Tic-tic, tic-tic.
The sound of a clock is mesmerizing and in a way,
Beautiful.
It keeps a steady pace, as if time was saying,
This is not a race.
Slow down with life and enjoy it while you can.
Because some things won’t last forever.
A clock is like a heartbeat, it can be too fast or it can be too slow.
But that’s the sign to reset and retire.
Because your heart and lungs are burning with fire.
Like, a clock, a heart can’t last for eternity.
But oh the beautiful rapid beats of your strained burning heart,
I listen and I hear a,
Tic-tic, tic-tic.

The shackled anger I am accustomed to... reflecting on myself...
With every tear there are a thousand more that need to follow so I may climb from the darkness...
The need to do this... It is almost instinctually protective....
A mechanism shielding out the real me in my mind... And
I don't think I even know who the real me is anymore.
I sense a stranger filling this silent room with anguish... a silence that rattles against the windows leaving me so cold and numb...
And somehow...
This feeling I do not understand is my best friend and enemy all wrapped up in one.
I want to free myself... and find security in my tears. How can I touch my innerself and know of the existence...
When this painful essence has beaten me down?...
Intimidated by any change...
In a brief moment there might be too much vulnerability and I'll be left wide open to really hurt...
All these things hanging over me, weighing me down...
What will it take to make the darkness not so dark?

She's sings like an angel,
dances with passion,
her personality is like a bee...
you don't wanna mess with her.
When I first laid my eyes on her I was stung with lust.
She is like a rubix cube: tricky, complicated, with a maze of twists and turns.
When our lips touch, I hold her close and i never want to let go.
When she snuggles up on my chest,
my heart races like a rabbits.
When I hear her adorable giggle it gives me butterflies.
Her eye's are as black as midnight,
her hair is naturally raven black,
her voice is like roses drifting in the wind.
And at the school dance,
I became tongue tied when I saw her in that black/purple dress.
She was hot, no stunning, no beautiful...no, no, she was GORGEOUS.
I love you scar.
You are my baby,
my favorite girl,
and I want you to always love me.
This isn't Scar obviously...I'm Nolan. Nolan Matterson

Your screaming is like a dagger in my heart.
Your hugs make me melt like ice cream.
What happened to our Love?
We were inseparable. Now we're so Distant.
When you hurt me i feel like i want to die right on the spot.
Yet when you kiss me, i feel like i'm flying.
What happened to us? to our love? to our friendship?
Do your really Love me?
Are you using me for only one thing?
If i don't give it to you will you make me?
Will you still Love me? I can't think anymore!
My world is spinning!
But i always ask myself, "What happend to us? to our love? to our friendship?

Random poem i just made up...Plz comment if you like or don't like it!