This tea
has set me free

A familiar warmth
washes over my skin.
My mind grows weary.
My soul stretched thin.
I feel heavier,
a certain kind of full.
A wholeness profound.
A cleansing of dull.
Under my skin
there burns a fire.
Embraced by its warmth,
I am lifted higher.

All that we know
is just red, yellow and blue.
But no color can describe
my feelings for you.

Jaded by fire,
I play with death.
Let me drink your poison
and I’ll steal your breath.

And through your lips the fire in my soul is transferred.
Our tongues collide
our spirits sour
but still several questions are left unanswered.

A secret told thin
wave of a whisper
carried away by the wind

I live for nothing;
just happy to be.
I’m a drop of water
in the sea.

A master puppeteer
Fluent in marionette strings
She tears hearts out
Just after making them sing

Not feeling so up
Not feeling so down
Mostly just wishing you were around

Feeling a little in
Feeling a little out
Feeling nothing due to an emotional drought

Like the ocean
Dark and deep
You make my soul feel heavy

My bones sighs
My veins weep
And my heart so full—the levee.

If you’re rational you will ruin the fun
Let’s you and me, girl, go lay in the sun
We don’t have the time
And I know you’ve gotta run
But if you’re rational, girl, you will ruin the fun

Destroyed and devastated
yet filled with joy.
Take risks with my heart—
a delicate toy.

Hopelessly trapped in this poetic state
clawing for the exit
but there’s no escape.
Every moment floods my senses
each word transcends this dimension.

I am at war with a stubborn heart.
Studious to the movements of this noble art.
The confines of love are intricate and sweet
and it’s a beautiful pursuit;
to sweep a girl off her feet.

The port we’ll enter is not at sea
the journey into my mind is through a reverie
the approach takes time so you’ll have to spare it
and I must announce reluctance to share it

Destruction bubbles deep inside.
Like Simba,
I must runaway from my pride.

Often I am trapped
in prospects of what could be
and this jail
drastically blinds me

While my mind is off
in a reverie
I miss the events
that define my destiny

Kiss me
and bring me back

I no longer yearn to escape this ground
I need you, my anchor, to hold me down

Once more it strikes
my heart, against me
I am left to suffer
no victory.

Crisp whispers of elixir float through my soul
Hope’s mystic affects are powerful.

Suck in
air.
despair.
soul to—
repair.
no care.
heart’s love flair.

Let me drink your love
Satiate
my veins
Tell me, can you appreciate
insane?