366 Poems: September 3rd, 2016

Bigger than the Whole Sky

The world is full of pretty skies

and you are one of them–

a jewel in the heavens,

a star that I revolve around.

And though this future knows sunrises

and sunsets

and days that are ever so dark,

at least I know

I’ll still be held

by you

and never not know gravity.

“sky full of stars”


366 Poems: August 30th, 2016

A Poem for You

I was going

to write

a poem

for you

just like

I do

every other day.

But I think

there’s so

much that


be said.

About how much you mean to me.

About how confused

I am

of the future…

But I promise,

I never


want to stop writing

about you.

“Love – by CelticBeauty”

366 Poems: July 4th, 2016


I can’t wait to see

the fireworks

that explode through the darkness

of our

held hands

as we lie on a blanket

in a lone grassy field,

surrounded by fireflies.

Surrounded by light.

Oh, for one day

I can believe in the American dream

when behind my eyelids I see

that you and I

have a chance.

And perhaps it’s all meant

to crash and burn


But for now,

these dreams,

are our independence.

366 Poems: April 20th, 2016

Seasons of You

I met you in the spring

when love was only bright and new,

but I wanted to know you in the summer:

I wanted to see your smile through the leaves of green,

to hear your laugh among the cascading waters,

to feel your warmth under the hot July sun…


And that summer was amazing

and all that I had dreamed,

but then I wanted to know you in the fall:

I wanted to hold your had in the hallways of the school,

to taste your lips with the sweetness of pumpkin and spice,

to see your face framed by the crisp falling leaves…


And that autumn was a battle

that our hearts so strongly won,

but then I wanted to know you in the winter:

I wanted to watch your eyes shine through the shrillness of the air,

to dance with you to carols that we’ve heard a million times,

to finally get that kiss when the ball drops at midnight’s hour…


And so now we have come back to spring

when the flowers are opening up,

and I realize now

that I don’t want just a season of you.

I realize now

what I need.


I need you forever.

“The Four Seasons”