The boy who buys me roses

The boy who buys me roses

To the boy who buys me roses

I will ask for nothing 

and you gave me it all

I asked for weeds 

and you gave me roses

You sing me songs 

And I wrote poetry

Because boys who gives roses instead of weeds 

are boys to deserve 

to be written about

I asked for friendship 

and you gave me romance

I asked for humor

And you delivered

But you gave me some 

genuine caring to go with it

 I asked for a chat 

and you gave me soul-searching

I asked for a leaf and you gave me a necklace

Dear Rose buying boy

I know I didn't ask for much

But I still have to thank you for delivering

A list of interesting facts

A list of interesting facts about turtles

Turtles are reptiles

According to the internet and apparently science 

turtles have been on the earth from more than 

200 million years

It is also said that the earliest turtles had teeth 

Like one day the world stopped fighting them

So in turn they forgot what it felt like to fight back

Turtles spend most of their lives in water

They are adapted for aquatic life with webbed feet or flippers

Fresh water turtles leave the water every once in a while 

to sunbathe

sea turtles only leave to lay eggs

turtles lay eggs

A turtle’s shell develops from its ribs

And is an adaptation to protect against predators

It’s shell is made up of 60 bones 

that are covered by plates

which ironically enough are made of 

the same thing as our fingernails

like instead of learning how to fight 

they just built up the layers around their heart instead

but still all these adaptations earned it a spot 

to live on almost every continent

humans are not turtles

according to science we may have adapted to have less hair

and therefore have a harder time staying warm

we may have adapted to be smarter

but according to scriptures we don’t live for as long as we used to

still against all odds 

here we are

nothing but a few bones between our hearts 

and our predators

nothing but a few hairs

between our skin

and the cold winter air

nothing but love 

between our souls

 and heartbreak

and call me crazy but I’ve never heard 

of a turtle that died from heartbreak

But I obviously don’t know much about turtles

What I do know 

Is how fragile the human existence has become

Instead of fighting wars

We tend to be fighting trends

Or stereotypes

Or statistics

Instead of protecting

We tend to be fighting just to stay alive

Because we are the only species to develop suicide

And I’ve started to notice not a lot of our adaptations 

Are real adaptations

According to the internet an adaptation is 

a change or the process of change by which 

an organism or species becomes

 better suited to its environment.

Its almost as if we were adapted to have weaker ribs 

And an inclination toward heartbreak

So maybe we aren’t adapting

Maybe this is us circling the drain

I mean I know we are no turtles

But don’t you think we could try a little more defense 

And a little less offence

By offence I mean 

offensive

I mean Gkys jokes

I mean a lack of common decency

I mean a lack of caring

What happened to the generation that cared

And couldn’t we be that

Couldn’t we stop for one minute

And think 

Before we act

I guess i'm just trying to say

Sometimes I get pretty tired of being human

letters to the man in the moon.

letters to the man in the moon.

i wrote you my first letter when i was 11

i told you i was lost
and i told you i was scared and that i didn't like being lost
but that i was also afraid of being found

i wrote you a lot that year but most of it was repetitive

i said i was lonely
i said that i was tired of being surrounded by lonely people
i said i wasn't ready to stop being lonely
i said it was hard being around un-lonely people

when i turned 12 i wrote you more

i said i was tired
i said i was ok
i said not to worry
but to never believe me because im really good
at not looking lonely

at 13 my letters turned to

thank you
and please dont give up on me

at 14 my letters got desperate

im sorry its always you i turn to
im sorry its always you
im sorry but i can't do it
im better off being alone

at 15 i finally took a break

i wrote you a few "thanks"
and a few "im tryings"
i remember crying myself to sleep
on nights that all i could say was "thanks"

at 16 i gave in

i know i said i was ok
and i am
but i also told you to never believe that line
so you should have seen this coming

I spilled my heart out to you for hours

and that made everything ok

at 17 i met a boy

a boy i kept mistaking for the moon

because we talked like the night sky
were the only barrier between us

but he talked back

and i found that i loved nothing more
than being his moon

and slowly he became mine.

we were two peas in the pod
two lights in the night sky
 and we were more constant than any moon
and he was always there.

at 18 my moon boy left

but i found as i talked to the moon
i would ask him

"please send my love to the boy a few stars over"

and i knew he would pass on the message.

Hearts and the color red

People paint on smiles 

Thick 

And red

Red

Like the blood 

We all still bleed

And the cartoon hearts we have all seen

And maybe it's because you think 

It shows you're human 

But blood isn't thick

And hearts were probably never even red anyways

Because I remember seeing one

 in a video in 5th grade

And I think it was really just a fleshy color

But I was a little too freaked out 

to pick up specifics 

But maybe that's all we are

 fleshy colored people

 inside and out

With a lot of red liquid that keeps our fragile little hearts beating

But we all still pretend our hearts are red Because red is strong 

And red is fearless

Because red gets things done

Because red is beautiful 

So we say our hearts are red

And we paint on red smiles

So people know

That we are strong 

Inside and out

But we are really pink

Not a cute pink 

A fleshy pale almost yellow pink

And I doubt we have ever been another color

But don't fear

Because we all still bleed red 

We all still bleed

Red

And just because our hearts aren't red 

Doesn't mean 

we don't have strength

 and courage

And love 

 flowing through our veins 

Because we do

And even though we are all 

just a little more human 

than we want to be

We can still be strong 

Goodbyes and lullabies

I wondered why saying goodbye Seemed so easy

And it took me a while to realize

I've had a lot of practice 

The twang of I'm sorry

The clang of its not your fault

And the pin dropping in a silent room of

I can't 

Sometimes accompanied with tears 

And a melody of whimpering 

And sometimes covered up by some cookie cutter instrumental lies

Because my goodbyes 

have always sounded a lot 

like bad country music

And the twang on my heart strings 

Always seemed a little too rough

A little too forceful 

But your goodbye 

Your goodbye was a lullaby

A plucking of heart strings 

So soft 

And so heartfelt 

I knew it was a promise

Crybaby heart

I think I've lost my mind

Because I see you in every thing 

I see your eyes in blue sky's

And your smile in the clouds

And I hear your voice in the sunset

I hear your singing accompany the crickets 

And your laugh in the wind 

And I know it's only been 3 months since you left 

And I know that means I have 21 left 

But I day dream about you

And every night my fingers ache 

Ache to be intertwined in yours 

And my heart feels just a little more alone 

Like my ribs were never really company

But mearly the bars on its crib

Because it's crying 

Because it wants to be held 

And it wants to be heard 

But I don't indulge in pity

Or making others worry 

So I'll keep the screaming at bay 

With the lullaby 

Of nearly suffocating lungs 

And rememberig to breathe 

Because I used to complain 

That I never felt hungry 

Because I missed you

But apparently 

that may just be a side affect of bronchitis 

Which I don't think I told you I had

But now my stomach is so emotionally gone that all I have is a sense of numbness 

And the only feeling left 

Is my crybaby heart

That doesn't seem to want to sleep 

Because who knows if you are safe

And who knows if you still love me

And who knows if I will make it that far

Because I hear you are losing weight 

But I'm afraid there will be nothing left to hug

And afraid you will realize 

You can do better than me

But I've taken over your family

Which was like a pacifier to my heart

And an Advil to my mind

Because I don't want you to ever stop loving me

10U3

Love

I saw you

On my brother's fiance's car

When the mileage was halfway between

0 and 1

I saw you in the moon

And felt you in the night air

And in every bite of good food

And even in some of the bad

But most of all

I felt you in his arms

And tears

And lips

And I know you told me

You where a ghost

But I just didn't believe

Couldn't believe

Because love said 

You were real

And love whispered 

That you would never leave me

Even though I knew you had to

Love told me 

we would always have 

that awkward side hug while we walk

And I would always 

awkwardly 

curl the ends of my fingers into yours 

And you would always be there to laugh

And make funny faces

And make me feel like I am 5 again

Because let's face it 

I'm no good at growing up

Somehow I think love is right 

You will never really be gone 

Because my heart was made for 2

And my pockets will always be filled 

With pieces of you

And poems like this one

When God made you

Baby your heart is a road map

I made all kind of turns 

And read all the street names

But never manage to get anywhere 

Because it's hard to put life on a paper

And it's hard to read a person

And although I had you all mapped out

I've never been very good 

at following maps

And I've always been good at getting lost

Just like i get lost In your eyes

But a different kind of lost

More like a suffocating 

Drowning 

Lost

My consciousness fully submerged 

And subdued 

By the seemingly endless blue

Blue like the ocean in movies

Blue like the sky

And blue like blue birds 

Because they love you too

Your hands are tools

Worn out

But precious 

Creative

And Constructive

But still tender

Your presence 

A magnet

Because sometimes 

I get captivated

By just being with you 

Drawn closer 

and closer

And when you pull away 

Just before hugging me tight

I feel a little more empty inside

Your hair

A river 

Soft

Smooth 

Refreshing

Addictive

Your smile

Is a jack hammer

Or a boxer's punches

But it deal out massive blows

And knocks me out for the count.

And darling I can tell 

God worked really hard 

on the day he made you

And he must have burned the midnight oil

Just to finish in time

Because to God 

You must have been my poetry

Because you were worth it

And I know I don't speak this way to you

But that's because 

I have the courage of a chicken nugget

And the self esteem of one too

And maybe 

if you realized how good you are 

You wouldn't be you

So I'll keep saying your amazing

And that I love you

But please cherish the poems like this one

Because they are the truth.