There is nothing more daunting,
When you tell a girl she is beautiful
And she doesn't believe you.

If someone told me,
Back before we fell in love,
If someone told me,
Before our first kiss,
If someone told me,
Before I made you mine

That we were going to be together forever,
I would smile,

And not hesitate one bit.

You continue to exemplify everything beautiful in this world
The heavens above exalting a thousand trumpets
Symphonies hailing from the mountains,
Her intoxicating smile glistening, biting my lip in allusion.

Your eyes unimaginably delicate,
Thinking of you, a piano chorus dwindling on repeat.
Your bashful beauty,
Alway makes rainy days come to a hault.
So much wrong in this world,
Pressure, decisions and guilt,
And I am just here admiring you.


Everytime I look at you,
My lump heart skips a beat.
Clenching my sweaty hands,
I have seen you a million times before
But you mesmerize my love struck mind.
Every inch of you, impeccable and unchangeable.

I wake up to a repetition,
The constant strive for approval.
A simple undying rendition,
Ideas in my head, hoping for removal.
A subscription for success sign me up,
One hefty fee of-not enough.
Same old texts, asking what's up?
This is not something that should be that tough.

Do not try and ephixiate your mind on random cohesions.
Breathe.

Everthing is an abormal abnormality,
The thought of existance, such a chaotic verse of simplicity.

Exhale.

Open the gates of inguinity and forget what lies beneath you,
You are far better than your demons. The demons that seek to end all presence of creativity.

Let there be nothing but a powerful pound of the heart.

I am alive. I am the darkness inside the light.

The pure black anguish that sits rotting
in the absolute pit of my aching heart.

Everyday an inch of me depletes whilst hearing that wretched pitiful cry.
I wish something would change,  I wish I could erase the toxic memories that lie etched forever into the very core of my mind.

Nothing is more painful then seeing your small minded, incoherent pathetic face shrivel up and pour out a thousand hells all while I lie there knowing that you think its okay. You always think something is wrong with others around you, when its just yourself that cannot be altered.

I know life has struggle and that life brings calamity when you have already lost, but to re-live the same chapter over and over again seems like this story will never end.

You look at the sky.
You see a vast open mirage cascaded in a warm royal blanket,
with silver clouds that linger above your every thought.

I see something different.
I see a beautiful visual distinction of everyone's plausible possibilities.
The single flap of a budding bird, taking off into life's flight.
The sensational physical reaction of a rain droplet exuberating onto skin.
A natural epiphany.
The unyielding bolts of light hammering from  up above,
turning specks of sand into timeless memories.
I see a never ending scape of clarity.
An omnipotent place of livability that stretches to the heavens,
just a piece of what might be in store.