consume! consume! consume!
start consuming, feel the ever-present looming!
who cares about nature’s pure essence
when you have to worry for material obsolescence
consume!
the rat race is for you!

...

you know that feeling you got that one time?
when the breeze whispered gently and you tingled inside
you dipped your bare toes in the lake
and smiled for no reason in the sunshine?
do you remember the smell of fresh jasmine,
the way the music floated through open windows in the afternoon
that moment in the song when you could feel every heartbeat in the room?

those feelings don’t matter to us.
what matters is that you consume.

sweet summer solstice
I'll never wish you to hold less
breeze blew away my to do list
upon my spine the sun kissed
a distant song of you.

barefoot in the garden
times can and will get hard and
the only place my heart is
this rented space with you.

a smirk and a secret
in the moonlight we are fearless
all this time was merely
a lead-up to knowing you.

Sometimes I forget why.
I forget why I’m here, as if there was a reason at some point.
I forget where I’m going, where I’m from, why thats even important.
And I find myself full up
with this feeling
this lingering, ever looming feeling
that makes me want to burst from the seams of my skin.
And inside that feeling is total emptiness. The darkest of darks
I feel it when I sit in a puddle of myself surrounded by walls
When I am alone with others. Always, always.
I don’t know if it is the world wanting in or me wanting out
I don’t know if they can see it or feel it in my presence
Or if they have it too.
Desperately, I wish it was anomalous.
The feeling goes away temporarily, with distractions
Art, music, a taste of affection
and then I feel the shadow
and there it is again.

Intimacy begins with the most innocent of gestures

A curious smile

The lips speak a sweet word, yet not explicit; the intimacy prevails.

It hides behind soft kisses

a gentle touch

sometimes in your sublime presence alone the intimacy is far too much.

Intimacy is not behind closed doors
It does not always reside between sheets
It shows itself in a knowing look
In forests, shorelines, streets.

Intimacy sends you shivers through a written word or song

But between you and I it hasn't shown itself in far too long.

This is you, you is I
In a way we never saw before
He is she, and so are we
Her thought on the basement floor

They're you and she too
You've never seen his go
I'm coming back to save you boy,
Tis the only 'he' she knows.

You're leading us to them
The strangest place they've ever known
His she is theirs as well...
Maybe I'll understand when we're full grown.

I'm just a bag of bones sewn with ruby thread
A perpetual emotion machine
An ever-changing labyrinth
A love and attention fiend.

In your hands I'm a canvas doll
Diamonds dripping down my cheeks
A threat whispered, a promise hissed
A heart refusing to beat

You may see me but you'll never know
A bag of bones against the garden wall
It's the broken hand, my darling
we learn to lean on after all.

Believe me, I know
Of those dark places you go
In your psychological house

Shadowy corners
Narrow, crooked stairwells
Rooms with padlock doors

Chilly drafts, creaky floors
Hiding in your mind
Sitting bare and cold

But if you believe life is worth living
You can make it so
Paint your door, mend the floor
Change that house to a home

The obnoxious wind whispers,

“There is no civility in liberation.”

Oppression is not of human nature,

But of human creation

The ache for passion, the lust for change

A lush forest, serene after the rain.

But the man in the sky needs your money

And the wars are lacking funds

Smothered by fresh air, life is at your throat.

Hominid ruthlessness

Debt and despair

Depletion

Extinction

The free conform

Wild mocks civilization

Brisk air, the branches dance

Vines climb walls like silent snakes

A cold hiss,

“Everything you know is wrong.”

You only tell me you love me when you're drunk
After 2am my room lights up
A rectangle of vibrating sky
Your voice is slurred and much too loud
But I listen anyways.
You never told me you loved me
When I shared that I cursed my skin with blades
Or when he ran away and never came back.
You told me you loved me when you were high and didn't know who you were talking to
I told you I loved you every time anyways.

Jazz floats about
from the party down the street
I sit in the garden alone with my dirt stained feet
watching with tenderness as the bees go along
natures kin, they pause by the pond
sweet lavender and catnip
the weeds grow by themselves
and the bees, with no preference
hover over all with gentle care
I can only sit and watch, never to interfere
with nature's kin.

Where are you looking when your eyes are closed?
To the future, past or present?
Do you see those you adore, or the ones that you resent?
Are you thinking of what you could've said?
A word, phrase, or explanation
Are you praying to your God?
Desperate to escape from damnation?
Where are you looking when your eyes are closed?
The life you wish was yours?
Days with the mountains, rivers and cold rocky shores
Is it yourself that you see? Or an image of the person you wish you could be?
Where are you looking when your eyes are closed?

Let nature forever humble you.
For one day it shall elude;
Let the mountains leave you breathless
Let the rain soothe your soul
Let sunshine kiss your back

Spend time in nature.
For one day you'll have none left;
Swim in the creek
Sleep in a meadow
Count the stars
Breathe the morning air

Cherish nature.
We are the most invasive species on this earth.
The trees cannot scream out for help.
The ocean has no tears.
The glaciers cannot protest.
Stand up for what you stand on.

A thought for the day is to think for the day
About all beautiful and splendid things,
Blue waves whitened on a cliff,
A soaring fire that sways and sings

Take today to think about
Stars that glimmer like gold,
The scent of pine trees in the rain,
Eyes that love you, arms that hold

A thought for the day is to think for the day

About what you love and why
What makes you happy
What motivates you to try

Take today to think about
all that you can

And tomorrow morning you'll wake
And start thinking all over again

Leave me alone,
I do not wish to see anyone today.
I want to sit in my room
An let my anxiety waste me away
I want to imagine a life
That I will some day lead
When I'm out on my own, liberated and freed.
Free from oppression
Closed-minded town, school and friends
I want to make my own path: with no beginnings nor ends.
I don't know where I'm going yet, don't know where to begin
But I know I'll never apologize
Not for adventure, exploration or sin
I'll live my own life, don't tell me what to do.
So leave me alone today
The last person I want to see is you.

I look into her eyes and do not see my sister staring back.
I see a girl that is terrified of life trapped inside a woman.
I see what she's fighting
I see aches and bruises, uninvited *** and drugs consumed against her beautiful will.
I see my idol struggle and turn to me for guidance.
I want her to know peace that does not come from a prayer or priest
I want her to see the sunshine and breathe the wild air
I want her to know therapy that does not come from an office building
I want her to feel the fresh water slip between her fingers and wash her soul clear
I want to look into her eyes and see my sister.

I can never sleep when I'm not in love.
I think about lying in your bed
First to fall asleep
Last to wake up.
You couldn't sleep, could you?

I was buried by Christmas
And didn't dig myself out till spring.

Now I'm faded from the winter
Brittle, the cracks in the seat of my swing.

Will I sleep until June?
Oh how I wish I could.

But then I'd miss my birthday
And yours, and yours
But still I would

Sleep

Through it all

Waste away time
As if it were a renewable resource

As if time were mine.

I can feel it running out
Sand slipping between the glass

I can't take back hours I've waisted

Waiting,
crying,
sitting through mass.

An hour in a church to pray for more time

What if I took those hours and made them all mine?

The seasons of life are dust in your hands

You'll never receive the hours your soul so demands

You can sleep through it all
Or make something to leave

Or spend the time praying for more...

It's whatever you believe.

Tell me stories
Unspoken
As we lay
Tangled limbs

Made of the words
On your back
Written
By my fingers

Made of the words
Your fingers
Traced
On my lips

Made of the words
Your lips
Whispered
Into my soul

Made of the words
Your soul
Peered
Through my body

Made of the words
Your body
Shared
With mine.

I trace the curve of your spine
And write my secrets on your bones

We're surrounded by others
But your eyes say we're all alone

Is it that I'm myself with you,
Or that you're yourself with me?
Maybe it's the feeling of togetherness,
the power of we.

I don't know of it was that **** smirk
Your scent,
Your clothes
Or your jokes
All I know is you turned me inside out
My usual thought-out replies
Replaced with a measly choke

There's really no thesis to this,
No ******, no conclusion

Everything I just described so vividly
Is merely a self-made illusion

I haven't met you yet - the one that'll make flowers blossom in the corners of my mind

Who I'll crave and adore
And with whom I will spend my time

I'm not waiting for you, I have no time to seek

You're somewhere living your own life.
Each minute,
Hour,
Week.

The memories you're making now I will hear about in years to come

Along with your whispers in my ear: "This is it... you're the one."

Maybe you think you're in love now, with him or she

But the universe will make it happen

The one you love... it'll be me.

.

I identify as the black ink that fills your pen, as dark and wondrous as the secrets held behind your pupils

I identify as the raised skin that marks a scar, holds a memory, and refuses to go away

I identify as the rain on your window that silences your thoughts to sleep

I identify as everything you want your lover to be

The only thing
I don't identify as

Is me

You're the arc of my spine that aligns with the moon,
my smile that beams as bright as the sun.
You're my freckles like stars in the night sky
and the sea of black that is a backdrop to it all.

The ****** thing about art is that your hand can't write, draw or paint as fast as your mind can create.
The shutter of your camera cant move as fast as life does.
The ****** thing about art is that converting a product of your mind to matter is the most impossible of tasks.
Yet, your passion is to do exactly that.

All the people in the world I'd like but will never meet;

All the music in the world I'd love but will never hear

All the foods I will never taste,

All the sights I will never see,

The surfaces I will never touch

The books I will never read

The roads I will never walk

The minds I will never cross

And
All
of you
that will never be with me.