Pressure Slowly I feel a pressure, It's a warm, tender touch. I feel your arm pull me close, Ooo that touch does so much. It's slows my mind, Moving at blistering pace. It sets my heart ablaze, Reigniting what was once dead. It awakens my soul, My ever slumbering soul. You do all this, Only you have ever done this. I love you, Always and forever

Love Be careful with love It's a surgeons scalpel. When held right it heals all wounds, When held wrong it killed the strongest man. Choose wisely who you hand your scalpel, Be sure they have a surgeons skill.

Naive So many people are naive Seeing the world full of rainbows Ignoring the battle cries and death. Those of us who've truly lived, Felt loss, and despair, and pain, See the world as it truly is. With bullets flying and bombs dropping. We see past the rainbows, And see all the storms that make them possible. #life has its rainbows, But only after the storms.

Why I write because, I want to be known Not myself but my ideas. I want to vocalize Speak words without saying them I want to vent Let go of my troubles I want to help Maybe my words will help another I write to survive It helps with #life It helps with everything I write because I can