ThePoetOfSteel

 An embrace as warm and tight as the sun, A melody that chimes as gracefully as the stars, The careful touch of the twilight-filled dawn, Holding the universe in its gently loving palm. The warmth of a fireplace in the harsh winter cold, As the scent fills the room with a familiar sense of home, The undying flames flourish as the passion unfolds, Overflowing with delight as it emits a wonderful tone. The soft melody of a bluebird's first song, Calmly yet surely trilling across the wind, The soothing noise of beauty carries me where I belong, As I gaze upon the natural world with a quiet moonlit grin. And all the glories and wonders in life, From the towering castles to the undisturbed trees, Joining with the ripples of the ongoing seas.. That is what I call love.

Good for nothing Never something These are the voices in my head Zero value No one loves you These are the voices I hear in bed You have no chance Just drop your fighting stance These are the voices convincing me to quit Piece of trash Everything you do is rash These are the voices that deal hard hits Every time I fall You rush over, energy and all Just to pick me up again Every time I stumble You make a sweet mumble Giving me power to once again defend The voices go over to you Trying to do the same thing, too I know for me you would never yield So I do the same thing and kick up my shield Charge at them head on Making them less strong They lose their power, falter away Do not worry, I’m here to stay

 I wake up fresh to morning dew Get up to see something new The birds are singing a new song they made As the stars and the Moon slowly fade The melody carries me to noon The Sun is up, but will set soon The light is warm to the touch I move on slowly, but not by much Sunset is here, setting in low It empowers me, and the energy starts to flow The sky turns to an array of amazing warm hues And that's when the stars get their cues It's night time now, and the Moon is bright Full of soft warm and loving light And will remain till nights end As the Moon sets, and the Sun rises again

Heat of the Moment By the PoetOfSteel A rush comes over me And I start to sweat And the fact that she right there Makes me bet That I'll mess up As usual, because the loser in me Is something I can't get rid of But something that we all see So when she approaches, I burn to a crisp My throat gets dry And I lose the list Of things I want to tell her Of what I think Or how the things I want to do for her Would put me on the brink Of failure or overall embarrassment Or of sometimes I feel not present But the good news I can remember Is that it was just the Heat of the Moment I actually made this thinking about my failure to communicate with anyone of the opposite gender, but yet still become friends. I don't know how I've never been rejected yet!