Inch worm, inch worm can't measure marigolds
Because a firm owns them and the tape measure.
They own the soil, the land and water, we have no stake anymore.
0ne firm own the water, how is that so?
Is soylent green closer than we know

Dear *** of lake placid
You're making me flaccid

Give me something to chew down
Bite on

Give me that fire Burnin'
nightlong

Shake it like an earthquake
Polaroid picture

Givin' me heat, babay
This elixir

The bigger the badder
The flatter, the sadder

Girl, show off your ASSets.

And, ****, I lack chivalry

It’s all loves fault.

I didn't want to be happy *anyway,
why the **** did it have to come strolling along
to show me how asleep I've been.

Why did I give it the right to parade around me
and then keep marching off
with its drums and dancers,
leaving only confetti behind
and a wide-eyed person relentless
of letting go of the procession but
FORCED to clean up the massive mess on the street that
no one else seems to notice.

It’s in that same moment that we all realize,
we should never throw parties that big,
that festivities that grand shouldn't even be legal.

They’re messy and exhausting and the confetti is
too scattered
to rest assured that we’ll ever
clean every last bit up to toss away.

It’s in that moment that people assure us that
paper is biodegradable and that it just needs
time for the earth to make it natural.
But every bright piece of glitter that gleams on the street,
persistent and as present as ever, is simply
a reminder of that parade with its cheers and
the faint beats of the drums and the moment you had

to stand idly by and

watch it

go.

And when we met
I fell in love
And when I strayed away
I became empty
And when I saw you cared
I broke down
And when you said it hurt
I changed forever
And when you walked out
I lost the best part of me

I wish I was kissing you not missing you.
I wish I talking not typing.
I know I'm nothing in your world
You know you're something in mine.
The upper hand to do as you please, or not.

Slepping at night in a far away place
The rain drumming on the window
The light distorted as I see you
Only in my imagination you're not there
You have never been there

I wake to see your face, your smile
Oh be here now with me at dawn
If only in my dreams for today
Not just wishes, kisses

But that's what dreams are....

He wretched with fear not knowing what to do. Feelings enveloped him like waves yet to no avail. His core torn between abandoning reality and a journey he could not make. What if they met and it was his all? But their nothing. That would be death of the spirt. The worst sum of all fears. No more words to write, unedited.