Leaves rustling Quietly From the wind Moving through Them. The sunlight, Almost golden, Making her hair Look like it’s Glowing. Her eyes Sparkling slightly, My reflection Visible In them. Her hand Holding mine. Our fingers Intertwined. Our lips meet, And everything else Just disappears. Both of us Reluctant To stop. Then, She’s sitting On my lap, My hands On her waist And in her Hair. We kiss again, And again, And again. This is more Than I ever Felt before. She pulled away For air, Her forehead Touching mine. I look into Her eyes, Our breathing Heavy And our bodies Closer Than before. The words I wanted to say Died on My tongue. I get so Nervous When I look Into her eyes, Realizing again How lucky I am To be allowed To call her Mine. It wasn’t Our first kiss, But it was The first That wasn’t In my room. And that’s Kind of a First time Too, right? I’d do it A thousand Times Again, With her.

I wrote More poems About her Than I can Count. About What loving Her Feels like. About How she Became my Home. About How I Never Want to Lose her. About How beautiful She is, Even though She can’t See it. But somehow, Those words Are never Enough. I’ve spent Hours Trying to find Words That are able To describe Her. Nothing ever Really fits. She’s just So much More Than any Language Could say. And still, I’m writing Poems. Not because Words Are enough. But because Loving her Deserves The attempt.

A boom A bang Not the big bang theory A clashing of one's self I ran into a version of her Not the warrior slaying giants or the soldier detonating bombs more like the banner after the battle standing alone on a field of the fallen where voices call from the otherside of surpressed stresses forgotten failures memories of miseries and we wrestled with identity collided with her looked her in the eyes Wept with her Today we are not poetically or politically correct We are just standing like the banner on the battlefield Simply saying We are still here. @ Copyright, Tolbert, M D., All rights reserved

You said you loved me. But, is that really true? It's always, "do this" or "do that" But never "how are you?" Do you know how I feel? Or what I may have been through? But apparently nothing else matters when it comes down to you. If you just show that you care, maybe it would be different. But the world is yours, right? Because it seems that you think it revolves around you. A small inconvenience, turns to a fight. It never gets ended, it stretches out until the string finally snaps and so do you. You never resolve it, it just keeps bubbling inside you. That is, until someone says one thing you don't like and you make it their problem too. Or maybe, just maybe, the problem is you.

I stumbled in like a drunk To giddy and immature Couldn’t see the truth Smoke screen was thick Too thick, blinding lights Attractive sins calling me Every direction, except straight I wandered aimlessly through Different rooms each had its Allure, drawing me in quickly I tried to leave, found no way out How did I get in? Why can’t I find The door? Outside where is out? I cry for help, only to hear loud laughter Mocking my demise, taunting me Sex, drugs, alcohol, speed, coke Take your poison and enjoy it May as well. You’re in hell There’s no escaping, no running Help me, help me if you can If you can hear my pleas don’t ignore I may appear happy but that’s only illusion I am miserable, I am in need of the key Get me out of Hell’s portal This piece is dedicated to drug addicts I was here I found the key, got out Of your still there I pray you find it A way out, that is! CDK 7-9-26