Bittersweet

You're a bittersweet inamorate
A teasing taste of sweet moments
A diphthong in the word discontent
And I'm still here , again.

Easy.

She wishes on stars when dreams do fail
And hopes one day they'll find her near
And lets it go to stop the war
But always wants for more.

Wordart

Did you think I'd fall for words
Falling quickly from your mouth?
Did you think I'd be impressed
They passed your brain on the way out?
Did you think for just a second
That I might want a bit more?
Did you think, for just a minute
That you've given less than stored?
Did you stop to just consider
That I wanted something else?
Did you stop, to just consider
That what I wanted was yourself?
If words would pass your thoughtful lips
I'd tell you, you should write
But words are nothing to a mind
That's lived a long hard life
I don't care if you can speak
And call it from the heart
What I desire you possess
And that is not loveless art.

ONE HUNDRED POEMS!

Who'd have thought
In some short weeks
A hundred poems fell
A hundred now
Of love and tears
A hundred of my hells.

Who'd have thought
In some short weeks
You'd stay to read them all
And as you read
With me right now
You won't let yourself fall.

My poems may be virtuous
Or crude, and cruel, obscene
My poems may be etched in blood
Or sculpted by our hands
But through all these one hundred
I have shared with you my hope
My love, my caring, devotion
And you take what you must.

Time

If I live in the present
And you have yet to live
Then where are you right now
When I am sending a message?
You say you live for future
But you're grounded in today
And today is made of what we do
And what passed yesterday.
The future that you live for
Is built upon the past
And the future that you live for
Is making time move fast
You have to let it go
And learn to turn the other cheek
To love as truly as you wish
To live for what you seek.

Turn.

I think,
We're just friends
But I think,
I could pretend
And go against the odds
And go against the view
And show to you a part of me
That's only built for you
You'd have to take a turn
Have to go a different way
You'd have to leave that boy behind
And start to live this way
I know that there's a part of you
That's smaller than the rest
That wants to see me as I you
That wants to see the best
I know that there's a part of you
That's turned the other cheek
And I think one day, that it might do
To show you what I see.

NY Buddies.

It's odd to think
That though once we were friends
Your face could seem unfamiliar
And strange to think
That though we are far
We still could be so together
I remember laughs with you
Talking in the dark
I remember when I hid
So close and yet so far
My parents came to pick me up
You said I was there to stay
And now we wouldn't do that
But I look back at that day
And think,
How times have changed.

Jeffrey Heiman.

When falling in love
It's hard to imagine
Anything, quite so right
But beyond expectation
Is what you receive
Not your lover,
A friend, as your life
You keep the dream going
You build up the plot
You reach the best climax
Then quickly you drop
The drop is you noticing
All that you've had
And all that you've taken
For granted in them
This is my promise,
For now till the end
That even through time,
Space, and love
You're my friend.

Worse for Wear

You made me feel,
Just like before
Before I took that fall.
Before all of my love was took
My broken mind
My crossed-out book
The pain I thought would never leave
Gut-wrenching
And mundane.
You made me feel,
Just like before
Before I took that fall.
And even though you shot your bow
And even though you hit me low
And even though you were to strike
And even though I did not fight
I'm not the worse for wear
Your not the first
I've healed.

Flourescents.

The timeline, was not disturbed
Until you fell, to hurtful words
Then didn't realize, and now you know
The poems written full of woe
Were written fore we'd ever split
Or written fore we'd ever met
You're not the loss that you might think
The colors, I have come to see
Are from my own breathtaking heart
Relinquished their hold in the dark
They fling me out, where there I strobe
In softs, flourescents, pinks, and golds
And I remember how I once said,
I'm invincible.

AABAAB

The green in your eyes
Is the green of goodbyes
Where memories drift, as the ocean.
And in your sad eyes
I find I am surprised
By the level of your sweet devotion.

Georgia

I write my poems in the simplest script
Then translate to Georgia for your eyes
Though the words don't change
I feel as though
The tone is lost in translation.

Blues

If blue is for sadness
Than you've defied the rainbow
For in your eyes
Is nothing I could ever call
Melancholy

Toy Hampster

My toy hampster, a gift
If not a cruel prank
Keeps running, in its little wheel
Unaffected by its surroundings
Unthinking, simple clockwork
And it seems, sometimes
I find myself jealous.