Author’s Note: Lastly, this is my favorite poem, very simple and the story of my life. I have a bee in flight tattooed on my hip to symbolize this concept. Sometimes we can be so busy in love with love that we never settle down and enjoy what’s real…

Frolic

A bee’s kiss upon every flower
Drunk with the power
Of loving so many

Fin

This poem is truly awful…my least favorite of all time

My emotions, I can touch them, that wasn’t always so
An awakening so subtle
Dissolve these barriers, break the levees
Overflow

Life opens up when you least expect it
Disconnected
Disengaged from the outside world
I sank, withered away; a thirsty flower
Resurrect
Blossom, decide to be brave
Unafraid
Stay away from what I think I know
For someone that’s afraid to grow

My emotions, I can touch them
That wasn’t always so

Author’s Note: I just wrote this a few minutes ago while talking to a friend about the concept of being numb to emotions

He says he’s incapable of feeling, claims that he’s gone numb
And it makes me wonder where all the soul in his eyes comes from…

Sometimes the love that we keep stored within
Is the key that leads us to feeling again
Passion is a snowball, travels downward as it gains
The momentum builds slowly but will result in dramatic change

Author’s Note: wrote this one in high school!

Distraction

Sometimes it’s good to get away from this place
Just seeing you is a means of escape

You distract me–attract me
Everything you do counteracts my emotions; the way I feel
My lips become sealed

I’m distracted by the sight of you, wanting to get to know you
Contact me, attack me!
Whatever you feel is needed; did you see as the sweat beaded across my forehead
My brow
I have to have you now

You’re such a distraction to my everyday actions
I demand satisfaction to follow up this reaction
I need traction, because I feel like I’m falling for you
Everything that you do, affects me
Connects me to all that I’ve missed
I’m distracted by my longing for your kiss

Author’s Note: another throwback

Thinking of you I have so much to gain
Loneliness, sorrow, jealousy…pain
You’ve left an impression, I’ll never be the same
Stain