Sleigh of Roses

For a Loving Couple, J.W.M. & W.J.M.


Beauty is in the romance of love in your partner's eyes
               when they see you.
The warm fuzzy feeling you get when they
               kiss your lips.
Holding on to you tightly
              in an everlasting embrace.
Nothing surpasses the love in giving your loved one
              a sentimental gift.

A beautiful sleigh with roses of purest red and
beautiful flowers and ribbons, too.
The sleigh made of porcelain so delicate that one slight touch
can                break                   it.
Roses so red that they look as if someone bled on them
with sheer devotion in their love.
Pine and fir to give it the perfect touch
of such art.

A love so real and so might that no gloom
              can touch it.
A love so old, that it is
              renewed once again.
A love so new, that it shin on brilliantly
              like a star in the sky.

The sleigh of roses awaits for you all...
To take you on a romantic ride through the night.

Dear Arizona

You are a filthy thief.
You are stealing my family bit by bit.

First, my father, the one I looked up to growing up.
You are taking him in December, and only giving him
back for Christmas, but just like that, you take him back again.

Breaking my mother's heart,
do you want to steal that too, or just kill her
with overwhelming loneliness?

Then sometime in January, you are taking my mother,
who is my rock,
and my brother, who I love very much.

Do you long to kill me slowly with an everlasting loneliness
and feeling of abandonment?
You will when you take them and knowingly not return them.
I love my family, so why I ask?

Why?

Will I be next?

No, not ever, you won't steal me away from all that I know.

Idaho may not be the best place in the world, but it is home to me.

Unpretty

Among the men I've met, you seem harder on
yourself.
The deep pain no one sees and how strong you are
on the outside.
You cry in secret because you believe your strength is
too much to handle.
You feel your good isn't good enough for anyone,
especially to your friends.

You look in the mirror to look at your pretty face and body,
yet you still don't see perfection.
You leave the room thinking you need to
impress others when it doesn't matter.
You feel so unpretty, the thoughts of someone
judging what you think is your best.
Feeling unpretty because you compare yourself
to others and especially to the men you pursue.

You're hiding your hurt so no one can ask,
"What's wrong?"
You want the hell you're in to stop, but you
have no one to talk to you at night when it is all unbearable.
But then you just sleep and sleep, but it
happens over again the next day...

A Friendship with You

I see you everywhere I go,
studying a table away,
your beautiful face staring intently and looking
around for anything to distract you.

I don't know why, but my heart stops
when I see you.
I get that feeling to talk to you, but I
can never sum up the courage to do so.
I let you approach me because my cowardice
makes me bite my tongue.

You're special to me because you are a friend
and the only friend who seemed to care only
a couple years ago.
You were there for me when my days looked
utterly bleak.
You always included me when no one else would
and our friendship grew stronger.

The thing is I miss you,
I miss you so much, and I want to be
closer to you and much closer than you think.
Still, I'll stay a distance from you until
that day we can talk things out.
This isn't the way it ought to be, but I can
wait and see.

The Man from Afar

Though we've never had a conversation before,
I've always thought you were a very handsome man.
I may only have enough courage to write about you
because the thought of knowing you don't think of me like that would tear my heart in half.

It's just every time I pass by you,
you have the look of intrigue only your beautiful eyes could tell me.
Your firm voice so sweet, yet manly,
melt my heart and makes me want to talk to you more.
Your vigorous walk steady like an oak tree,
but graceful in the way you make it look so easy.

I wouldn't mind you holding me at night
in the coldest winter.
Your muscular arms, a sweet whisper in my ear,
and long-lasting sleep.

There really isn't much I could do unless I
knew for sure you were like me.
Until then, I'll be walking past you to
catch a glimpse of your brown eyes and
hopefully, a conversation to just listen to your voice.

Jenni's Journey at Its End

 For Jenni Lake and her family

I never knew who you were, but your story touched me.
Just like I'll never know the inner pain you felt as the cancer slowly took you away.
I'll never know the thoughts going through your mind as you fell into a never-ending sleep.

Even in death, you still touch hundreds of hearts of the struggles in your journey.
You fought and fought until the end, you were at war, but in the end you really won.
 You had love...

Love from your oldest sister...

Love from your family...

Love from your friends...

And most of all love from your baby boy for years to come.

Cancer will never feel that kind of love.
As we mourn for you, we'll all have a secret smile on our faces because you are in a better place.

My message for Ashlee, paint a smile on your face and remember every chance you get the things you two did.
Smile, love, and know we are there for you.

Do You Exist?

Do you exist?
Do you exist at all?
The one who is supposed to love and hold me... my own prince charming?
How do I get your attention?
Do I have to act like those princesses in the storybooks?
Must I lose a single glass slipper at the ball and get locked in my room by my evil stepmother?
Must I escape from the palace and nearly get killed for you to save me?
Must I take an unknowing bite out of a poisonous apple from the queen who disguises herself as a hag?
Do I have to listen to a witch from the deepest ocean to be closer to you and get a true love's kiss?
Must I give up my free will to set my father free, and say that I love you for you to reveal yourself?
Do I have to fall into a deep thousand-year sleep and await your waking kiss?
Do I have to kiss every frog in the kingdom to finally have you be mine?
I know you're out there waiting for me somewhere.
Perhaps you are waiting for me to notice you just around the corner.
Then again... Do you know that I exist at all?

The Dock

For Z.J.H.


Pride was over, and the day melted into the darkness.
My only focus was on seeing you and your beautiful brown eyes, your smile, and your hand in mine.
I saw you drive up and park and I was the happiest man in the world.
I let you into my home and let you meet my father, shook his hand, and welcomed you with open arms.
We sat and talked for a long while about everything under the sun.
You were the center of my world then and there, listening to your voice so graceful and intelligent.

After some time, we left the warmth of my home, and I led you to my favorite place: the dock at Wilson's Pond.
We talked and talked until we started to notice it was even darker and the heavens pouring down on us, soaking us head to toe, lightning in the background with thunder rolling.
Ever so romantic, we kissed a long-promised kiss that we both yearned for so long.

We sat there at the secret place, staring at each other through the night.
You grabbed my hand and intertwined our fingers and sat there until the storm got closer.
 We walked along the darkened path, kissing every chance we could.
You held me tight and squeezed my hand when I became frightened, and we walked back toward my home.

It was a fairy tale come true, and you and I were free to do as we pleased on that never-ending night, but with one last long kiss, I watched you leave, not wanting to let you go.

I watched you leave, never wanting to let you go, hoping to see your beautiful brown eyes, your smile, and your hand in mine.

One Arm Tattooed Man* (Read the Disclaimer)

*Disclaimer: This is about a good friend of mine, please, if you know who this person try to keep this private from them. Much appreciated, and thank you for your privacy!

I see you sitting at the table, drawing, and sketching away
with your handsome face staring intently at your page.

I wonder many a time what it would be like if you
were like me and to be with me.

With your tattooed arm around my waist
and manly chin on my shoulder, holding on
for that moment of bliss and you are apart
of me for that moment.

Your short hair half the color of the sun and the other
the shade of light brown against my cheek as
you and I fall deeply more in love.

To feel your warm body against mine and feeling
your chest, so tan and muscled as we lay together
in bed sleeping soundly after our night of passion in love.
You are breathing steadily on my neck and how peaceful it
does seem.

But, alas, you can never be mine to hold or to keep,
but to be only a friend only a woman would take
and you make her yours.

How I want you to feel that way about me and how
it torments me so.

If I Were Not Afraid...

For Z.J.H.


If I were not afraid, I would tell you how much you mean to me.
Being so far apart from you is incredibly difficult, and not seeing you breaks my heart.

My heart speaks out to you, "Please come back to me! Please just come back!"
You're the person I can talk to about anything,
and you listen no matter what comes out of my mouth.
To hear your voice on a rainy and dreary day makes me smile,
and just a simple "hi" is enough for me to know you are doing just fine.

Every day I feel thoughts come into my head about you,
mostly worry, but never sad.

I will one day feel your warm embrace, kiss you on your lips,
and whisper in your ear how much you mean to me and that I truly love you.
I want to feel your fingers run through my hair,
and let you whisper in my ear and tell me the same.

I am not afraid to love you, and that is all I'd tell you.
Will you say the same to me?

The First of Many

Hey everybody!

So I have decided to dictate a blog entirely to my writing and share my writing with you guys. I'm going to try my best to make this a weekly thing where I just post my work and hopefully it'll inspire some of you to write. I just want people to read and enjoy the art of writing.

Well folks, I hope you enjoy the wonderful works coming to you soon! Love y'all!

~Nikoli Tasso