I Love You

Slam Poetry:

As a child all we want to hear are the words "I love you",
And it isn't an "I love you" like I love cookies kind of love you,
It's and "I love you" with the meaning I would go to the moon and back just for you,
But somewhere along the way,
Somewhere in the generations of people in this world the "I love you"'s became worthless,
The became the rocks we threw in rivers that sank to the bottom,
We took a phrase that meant so much and turned it into nothing...

We all know,
Kids grow up,
The "I love you"'s become less and change in meaning,
For me they died...

The "I love you"'s were no longer an ocean of feelings,
They became the holes I fell into never to be heard from again,
Somewhere along the line,
"I love you" turned into an obligation,
"I love you" became a prison I could not escape,
I was stuck in something I couldn't get out of,
But family is blood,
And you can't change that...

Because of this,
I can no longer believe the words "I love you" without fear of it not being true,
To those who wrecked my love,
I can no longer look them in the eyes...

I used to treasure the words "I love you",
Now I hold onto them,
Hoping one day that someone will say "I love you" and really mean it...

Funny how such a simple phrase can cause so much destruction...

Rated Alt for Alternative

 A while ago I started some "editing" on Instagram for fun - I was with some basic app I found in the app store and well they turned out pretty good. Here are a few of them.

The Storm

2nd Attempt on Slam Poetry:

I see the thunder building inside of him,
The coulds in his eyes grow darker as the shadows consume his face,
I know it's coming,

The storm

I try to run for cover but you can't outrun nature,
I stand in horror as I watch the storm unfold,
His hot breath brushes my cheeks,
Spit hits my face like thick rain drops,
His voice thundering as I cower in fear of it's power,
I am trapped in a flood zone unable to escape,
No high ground for safety,
No boat for rescue,
I am alone in this storm,
Each word that he speaks is like a strike of lightning never missing it's mark,
I feel my own storm brewing inside of me
But I don't let go...
I bunked in and took what I thought I deserved,
I know it's not my fault yet I still blame myself,
It's funny how we blame ourselves for what nature does,
It was never my fault,
But he always claimed it was...