Text 29 Jan 1 note My Evolution

I’m knee deep in love and up to my head in confusion
Is she the real thing, or some kind of illusion
The messages she sends are steeped in convolutions
She’s my world and my mind and evolution

I want to love her but she’s too far away
I’m too scared to be me when I see her everyday
Despite my failures, does she love me anyway?
Does she know I’m infatuated in every single way?

She’s a dancer, a singer, performer extraordinaire!
She’s an actress, a model with her beautiful hair
She’s the on who with, my heart, I’ll share
And her name is a soft, tender ___________

Her name could be “Silence” for the peace she brings.
Her name could be “Music” for the songs she sings.
Her name could be “Angel” for her beautiful wings.
Her name could be “Heaven” made of all the wonderful things.
“Love” is a person of that I’m sure.
“Love” is the perfect name, just for her.

But I’m just some guy, a friend at best.
Her heart will never beat for me in her chest.
But lessons in love, lessons, lest
We forget.
Love is everything, but not everything is yours.

Text 24 Jan Snowflake

Today, a snowflake
Fell on my arm without a sound
A beautiful, profound snowflake
Like no other around

A piece of frozen bliss
Sublime Sublimation
Heart of icy resentment
Stinging fists of cold sensations

A snowflake, today
with It’s frosty spikes
Is something, not to be feared
But to give me respite.

Text 24 Jan Fields of Bliss (Old work)

And her eyes sing to me
While we’re sitting in the tree
And I hope that she will see
What I can really be
If she just came to me and said

I love you
And I
Always will
Hold you
So tight
In the chill

That fancy dress you wear
That bun in your hair
And the beauty of your smile
The flower necklace worn around you neck
Your beauty will succeed
against all of my deceipt
Because all I want, is to see your smile

And her eyes sing to me
While we’re sitting in the tree
And I hope that she will see
What I can really be
If she just came to me and said

I love you
And I
Want to be
With you
Forever more

And her eyes sing to me
While we’re sitting in the tree
And I hope that she will see
What I can really be
If she just came to me and said

All I wish to see
Is you with me
Dancing together
In the fields of bliss

Text 22 Jan An introduction

Hello, my name is Adam. I am 15 years old and live in Calgary, Alberta, Canada.
This is my blog.
The main content of my blog will be poetry, mostly written by me and perhaps a few rants in between.
I hope you enjoy.

Adam


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