Its been 8 years since Ive posted on here. This use to be my lifeline through my teenage years. The community of poets and writers here were truly amazing. I miss it, wishing someone would revive it. Where did everyone go?

Footsteps On the Sand Footsteps in the sand my love, From where our feet have been. We started out on solid ground, But now we've wondered in. First began a step from you, A simple quiet one. Calling me to draw so near, As you became my sun. I traversed the unsure grounds, Until your hands held mine. Gazing into ocean eyes, I felt my heart entwine. Our feet in perfect rhythm, Side by side will we go. While uncertain sands of time, Make our footsteps hard and slow. We tread towards the sunset, Or is it only dawn? Winds are beating down on us, And yet we carry on...

Hello Hello friend Ive never met, I know this may sound wrong. Even though your not right here, Your presence is so strong. Hello soul I seem to see, You draw me in your eyes. Although you hide the pain from me, I see through your disguise. Hello man you have become, Your strong and yet you care. Yes you flirt but I still know, It's your heart you long to share. Hello eyes that pierce through mine, You seem to read my soul. So if you please just act with care, My heart might say hello...

Do Not Fall Do not fall into my arms my dear, Or burden yourself with me. I love to fast to hard sometimes, And break to easily. You will say it doesn't matter much, As the pain burns deep inside. But there are pieces of your broken heart, That since then do not abide. I see sadness in your sweetest eyes, From the scars you've tried to hide. And if I break that soul once more, Those wounds will open wide. Do not love me just because you can, Or take it in to fast. For true love is not something you give, To just anyone you pass. I think of you in every moment, So listen please with care. It is better to know you've found the one, Then to not have a heart to share. Do not fall into my arms my dear, Our hearts can't take the weather. We love to fast to hard sometimes, So lets take a step together.

A Poets Compromise When O'er the night has dawned its face, And beckoned sleep to come. Few will arise in their place, The poets absent the sun. Sages old and scholars new, Have kept their lamps burnt bright. But none shapes beauty half as true, As the poets of the night. From vanished time immemorial, Are the words that carry on. Their pieces so pictorial, Seem to seep into the dawn. So when alas the ink has dried, And the hand has faded away. This brave remnant will abide, A brilliance that cannot decay. For though time will pass me by, My words will live on through. Vestige you may identify, A work so eminently true. Poets old and poets new, Begin to write, compose. But just as soon as they grew, They came into a close. So when O'er the light has dawned its face, And beckoned open eyes. A few will sleep in their place, The poets compromise...