3-8-1 Three words That mean so much to me.Eight letters That describe my feelings.  One meaning That holds my heart to yours. The words are so simple. The meaning is so true. Three little words I Love You

You think you are so clever You played me for a fool I gave more than I should of But what was I to do I was always honest with you You took advantage I see How many others don't sleep at night How many were just like me You knew what to say You knew what I would do You only played a game And I Did I do what they said to you Just remember this my friend When you sleep alone at night You could of had the best Now who is up...

I wanted to write a poem for you.  I've never written one before.  I've seen that little book you keep,  the cuts and pastes of your life, a collection of words.  I've seen the pictures and the artful curve of your script.  I've seen you nurture it when you thought there were no eyes.  I want to be a part of your book.  I want to be a part of your life. I look into your life.  I look into your eyes. And, I see you.  I wan...

Blanc  the paper Blanc the mind Somehow I just Cannot find Words to tell you What I feel Words to say My choice is real Words about my Endless love Words to say I'm dreaming of The times that I Was holding you When I knew Words That did come through But now the Words Evaporate As if they're trying To evade I search for Words but feel I'm Blind Blanc the paper Blanc my Mind

When two people fight, It feels like the end.Words said overnight,Why did I hit send?You must be so careful,Of what you write.It can become stressful,No talking again tonight.Words can create joy,Or they can hurt.They can annoy,Make people curt.You can show love,Every single day.Love that I'm proud of,Showed in different ways.I can't see you,You can't see me.We're in the queue,With so much glee.Choose words with care,You...

just words that pass my screenbut there has never beenin all my life beforea thing that I crave morejust letters on a stringyet they make my heart singthey make my soul loose weightthey make me feel so greatthat is what those words dobecause they come from you

Is it possible to waste words  To have them fall from the sky  Like gifts  Perfect in their sacred  Profoundness  To feel the weight  Of their intensity  Grab at your heart  Coax tears  Create laughter  Take your hand  Lead you in the slowest of dances  Enlighten you with tales  That are yours  But not you  Give sounds  To the silent spaces  Between thought and action  Allowing you to breathe  While yet drowning  Giving y...

I am a lover of words.  I like  What they do to my tongue.Each letter  Whispers its own tune  To me,  When spoken together  A song. Like love,  How it opens the lips,  Extends the tongue,  Closes with a kiss,  Sounds hopeful. How the letter O,  When accentuated,  Can leave you breathless.  The entire face must work together  To form it. Fuck…feel...fight…fun… How do you make  Sex?  You fall short of gritting your teeth. ...

A gentleman's honor is his word,Our honor must be great as you words hold power.Your words can excite and indulgeYour words can punish and hurtYour words are what I live forYour honor I hold in high regardFor you are a gentleman Nick

Why do people whisper?Is it to whisper sweet nothings in your ear?Sometimes it's hurtful whispersThey want to harm youOther times they whisper, because they think if you hear it will cause you painSome whisper because they have nothing to sayOthers are rude where they don't think before they speakSome speak so beautifully you don't want them to ceaseWords can be so much moreIf you use them right they can stop warsTry to r...

When does a poem begin  And where does it end? Does it swoop down like a breeze  To swirl around the ankles  Of a pubescent girl  With knock knees? Is it there the seed begins? Does it shiver  In the pit of her groin  At the whisper of him near?After months, just short of nine,  Does it unsheathe its face  And gasp for air  As it cries out  With the induced pain  Of a man’s hand? How many words does it collect  And discar...

Due to the brevity and darkness of this piece, I have decided to leave a few lines blank, so not to spoil it. Hey, let's face it bitch: You suck as an artist; you have no creativity, you're a fucked up, hopeless shitty person, a plagiarist, and anything you say is an airborne toxic event. Why the fuck are you even alive?  Those words cut straight to the core. Her blade cut straight to the vein. Her life faded to black.

I do not know what I really ownSomething held by me all alone. Something I can show for all to seeAn object that belongs to only me. The most valued is not really a thingBut happiness and joy to me it brings. It is just words appearing on my screenThey speak to me of what may have been. They come to me in messages on endWe talk together and then hit send. A friend out there I will never seeTis the only way it will ever be...

Words can be a deadly pill, When used in anger they can kill. In anger tossed out as we use, They hurt deeply as we abuse. When we pick the strongest words, They cut deeply as if they are swords. We throw the harsh words out. They hit the listener with clout. We use words in life every day. Use them wrong and we pay. Sometimes words come from above, Especially when we speak of love. Words can be like waves of the ocean, W...

BASED ON A TRUE STORYOn November 12, 1997, a baby girl was born, her name was Nicole. Nicole was uniquely different from her older brother and sister who had brown hair and brown eyes; she had blonde hair and blue eyes. She grew up happy with loving parents, and when she was 17 months old, her parents had another child and she was now the big sister of a red headed, blue eyed baby girl named Brooke. Nicole had a very lovi...