Silently Screaming For Cupid

You are amazing,
I cannot describe the way you make me feel,
As if the whole world is fake but you are real,
I can't help but smile every time our eyes meet,
I usually have a good poker face but you have me beat,
I always seem to hold on to your every word,
And I will agree even if what you said was absurd,
I can't get your gaze out of my head,
Just a moment's exposure and my stomach sinks like lead,
I always hate it when you walk away,
But I can't say a word so my heart asks that you stay,
It's your turn to move but I am now mute,
So I'll silently scream for Cupid to shoot.

My Brain Is An Empty Vacuum Chamber

My brain is an empty vacuum chamber,
Not a thought or a memory inside,
No solution or idea sits inside my head,
So you see I have nothing to provide,
I've tried to think of things before,
But only a blank could I draw,
I feel like the scarecrow that went with Dorothy,
Except unlike he I'm not filled up with straw,
I'm pretty sure I once had a conclusion,
But it had no where to be,
Because no matter how hard I try to think,
My brain will remain all empty.

I'll Sing You a Lullaby

I'll sing you a lullaby to help you fall asleep,
The tremble of my voice will ensure your rest is deep,
I'll continue to grow quiet until my voice is softer than the wind,
My tune will be a dream-catcher so on your face will lay a grin,
No nightmares tonight all of your wishes will come true,
Once your eyelids close you'll do whatever you want to,
Because everybody needs some time where nothing's going wrong,
And I'm happy to help you achieve this bliss with nothing but my song.

Stranger I Love You

She has a way of making me nervous,
I can't remember my name cause I'm thinking of her kiss,
When I see her walk by all I can do is stare,
But I think she doesn't notice or she doesn't care,
It's something about her smile or maybe the way she walks,
It's also in her laugh and every word she talks,
I wish that I could go up to her and say hello I'd like to know you,
There are some crevices inside my heart that I think I'd like to show you,
Maybe we could go out some time I swear I'm as sweet as can be,
I think that if you look inside you'll like what you will see,
But I wont so I guess I'll surrender my love for a strangers glance,
Until you feel the same as I when our eyes do their awkward dance.

It Still Hurts

It still hurts,
To think of a man who lived more in a day than most do in a lifetime,
A man whose smile made a dark room brighter than a star's shine,
A man with a laugh that filled the hollow echo of ones heart,
A man with whom I'd always wished I'd never have to part,
A man whose small hands had painted the dreams of many,
A man whose entire body was filled with love in every cranny,
It still hurts to think of a man who could never hug me long enough,
A man whose touch was soft even though his hands were rough,
A man who didn't follow rules not once in all his years,
A man whose presence next to me relinquished all my fears,
A man who couldn't hear so good but could listen very well,
A man who was an angel even though he lived through hell,
It still hurts to think of a man who left me far too soon,
A man who I envisioned by my side the day I became a groom,
A man who did it his way and never could be stopped,
A man whose life inspired many and never will be topped,
A man who gave me more love than any person ever will,
A man whose place in my heart no one else will ever fill,
It still hurts.

Spoken Word Poet

I once heard someone say that they write life,
A pen is their weapon not a gun or a knife,
They silence a room with one metaphor,
Drawing so much attention that one can't ignore,
No matter how loud they are their echo screams louder,
The weapon they choose never needs any powder,
They never hurt or cheat or lie or steal,
But they speak of a day where there wasn't a meal,
Inspired by many but directed by none,
Start with one single word then they take it and run,
Until they've painted a picture full of words,
Adjectives and pronouns and conjunctions and verbs,
They step off the stage and return to the world,
But there's still the echo of every word that they hurled,
You wonder why in the silence it's the poem you hear,
It's because the message was etched deep within your ear.

Battering Ram

I use the sound waves from my music as a battering ram against my fears,
Bashing every thought inside my brain by breaking down my ears,
The more my headphones vibrate the more I can forget,
All the things that are in my life and have filled me with regret,
The louder it is the better I feel I even smile from time to time,
When I let the music play I know that I’ll be fine,
Maybe one day when I’ve finally broken down that door,
I will not hear and I will not fear not ever any more.

Perfect

She is stunning,
An image that screams gorgeous from the corner where she sits,
The tiniest crack of a smile on her face makes my heart race until it splits,
I know that perfection exists just from a seconds glance,
She’s the reason that the words don’t exist so they invented dance,
Her laugh is of the perfect pitch it hits note that all birds sing,
Too flawless for a sidekick she is both the queen and king,
With a stare that’s perfectly peaceful but could cut through you like a knife,
And a touch makes your heart skip beats taking a moment from your life,
A walk that speaks saying look don’t touch I’ve heard it all before,
A voice that sinks so deep inside it births butterflies within your core,
She’s so amazing and if she wanted she could make your brain short-circuit,
There’s only word to describe this girl and it is obviously perfect.