Old poetry is good poetry.

The world is mine!

I’m coming back

I’m feeling life

Through a heart attack

My lips have spread

To a lasting smile

Blue skies singing

All the while

Oh, and the sunrise

Has never been so sweet

Warm, bold, and bright

I feel so elite

My life is unfolding

Fragrant rhymes along with blossoms

Everything’s not solved

But depression’s being held for ransom

Will I pay the price?

Heck yes, I will!

But just for now,

Exuberantly happy I remain, still 

Insects crawling in my bed
Everytime you're around
Fiery confusion
Puts me in a coma
Of such fatigued sleep
It's grown old
And I've grown hard
Living just to see
Moments pass between my
Half-dead fingers
I want life
The breath of fresh air
I feel so caught up in
Nothing
Breathing
Ice cold fingers gripping
At uncharitable corners of the universe
Eyes blinded
By a seemingly dying hope
No, don't go now
I can't breathe
When you're around

Quiet

Sweet, soft breeze

Touches my skin

Pulls your scent into me

Bare feet

On soft wood

My blanket hem

Follows after me

Darkness

Presses against my

Eyes

Goosebumps rise

At the sudden touch

Of warm fingertips

You are not alone

And neither am I