She

She loves with her heart and laughs with her soul.

She spreads warmth with her touch and look.

She opens her arms and hugs you, and suddenly ever things fine.

Her happiness radiates from her, embracing all with in it.

Who is she? No one knows, but all know her.

THE END

All the poems I post are not from experience I just think of them

The vail

The darkness clouding my eyes was so think even I could not break through.

The vail had fallen, black and unbearable.

I hated every thing, and through that vail it looked like every thing hated me too.

When that person came along I hated him too, but he was persistent and annoying.

I remember the day the vail came off and I saw him for the first time, really SAW him.

You can't give up if the vail falls over you, because some day you'll get someone like him.

THE END

All of the poems I post on here are not from experience I just think of them.

Share it

When you taste mint on your lips from previous glossing.

When you touch the cool grass, then warm hard ground.

Seeing the white fluffy clouds and all the vibrant colors of spring, it makes you think back.

Back to the days when you were a toddler and every thing seemed big and other worldly.

The smell of flowers, so full and rich, and the chirping of birds maybe leaving their nest for the first time.

All though's things bring back memories, feelings and thoughts.

All though's things make you happy when you can share it with others.

THE END

All of the poems I post are not from experience I just think of them.

This the first one I ever wrote hope you like it!

PAIN

When I look into your eyes I see the pain I feel.

The king of pain that eats your heart and erodes your soul.

The pain that starts deep down inside, and seems to never give in to happiness.

This pain is deferent from physical, but worse then mental.

But as they say time heals all wounds, and it will.

But time its self doesn't heal, people in time heal.

One day someone will come along like a breath of fresh air, and blow all the pain away.

THE END

All of these poems I post do not come from experience I just think of them

memories

memories

You have to take care not to lose important time on the clock.

Memories will fade into the back round, moving father and father away.

I still remember the sent of your hair, so lovely like a rose.

The wind whining past us as we enjoy a chocolate shake, your favorite

The first time we kissed, your lips like soft cushions, cool and dry.

When I watch you now I don't see that person, all i see is an empty sell.

Because you can't remember.

Why can't we go back to though's memories? And relive them.

THE END

All of the poems I write don't come experience I just think of them.