brittle but beautiful

Brittle but beautiful is the only thing we hope to acheive. its not fame or fourtune. in a way it is. you acheive the fame from the one person who matters the most to you and your fourtunate enough to have that person in your life. they say love is like a river, when its flowing its beautiful and strong, yet....when a log or a fallen soldier lays across the path, it browns and uglifies untill you do not recognize the beauty of what once was. only through help and partnership can you remove that log, or that fallen soldier of devience then the river flows once again. it is beautiful yet brittle. just like the love of two people, who would do anything for eachother. they would DIE for the other...but one small trip up and its onto the ugly waters of which you do not recognize the beauty of what once was there but now is conceived into a whole new reality of betrayal and hurt and sorrow. brittle but beautiful is love.

slashing

Slashing, crashing, tearing, bashing, screaming, pounding, struggling, drowning.
Whats happening? why this pain? all these memories, i was never the same. i cry, i try to block this pain, inside, a raging storm, HURRICANES! TORNADOES! RAZOR CLAWS! ERUPTING VOLCANOES! SMASHING JAWS! inside is the entrance to hell, you really dont want to ring the bell. the rain drowns the pain, my hell is barred by the hope, love, and faith. where are these feelings coming from? her name is liz,around her i laff and smile, i love, i sing, every little while i thank god for creating such a beautiful thing. she makes me forget the horror of my past, when she walks away only a few seconds last before its back to...SLASHING! CRASHING! TEARING! BASHING! SCREAMING! POUNDING! STRUGGLING! DROWNING! BURNING! HURTING! CRYING! YELLING! SCREECHING! Dying inside, and so i hide, until next time, when i can feel alive.

jasmine

jasmine is sweet, beautiful, amazing, true. shes even better then you. she smiles that sweet smile.
she loves me, i love her. her long beautiful hair, her small pink lips, those freckles, god those freckles, all i can do is stare. shes beautiful, shes wonderful, shes evrything i want in a girl, when im around her my heart is like a tornado, it continues to whirl and twirl with the knowledge that "hey someone loves me!" at least now i can say that ive bee loved.
ive loved before, been hurt many times, i almost gave up on love, this poem has way too many rhymes!
so to sum it up, actually i could go on forever about the small things she does, that makes her so sweet, but actually ive got to go, im about to sweep her off her feet. again, quickly before i go, to sum up exactly what i feel, just so you know, the love i have for her, is totally, completely, legitly real.