I'm here sitting
alone,
the smell of coffee runs through
my veins,
some music i probably will forget
in a few years arguing with
the thought of you,

But I'm here,
I'm here,
writing about what's happening

pretty boring huh?

i call myself a poet
but i can't use high metaphors,

i call myself a poet
but i can't describe fully
how you make me feel

i call myself a poet

but what am i?

I'm just a kid
scared of life
finding new ways to cope
searching for someone to love,
desperate,
not holding unto my dreams
how can i choose with my mind
what's right for the heart to choose.

and you see?
don't you see?

don't worry i can't either

i can't see how great i am
i can't see how other people see me
i wish i could.

i want to believe this was a dream
or
a nightmare at that.

But at last.
I'm here wishing that in another life
i could be with you,
or
maybe in other deaths,

i crave your touch,
i crave you..
with coffee waking up my senses
like a kid in summer waking up early
to go play with his friends.

i wish things were different,
so i wouldn't have to wish.

Rain on me,
I have been longing to be free.
Lost in my world, needlessly.

Rain on me,
I am tired of fighting but I will not sleep.
I refuse to be reigned and I refuse to be a sheep.

Rain on me
and show me the way.
This place is empty and I cannot stay.

Rain on me
because it has been too long.
I am sick and tired of pretending to be strong.

Rain on me,
I want to see the lightning pierce the sky.
As the thunder roars and the clouds fly.

Rain on me.
Let the winds take my mind to another land.
No one needs to know and no one needs to understand.

closer
fiercer
urgent
like storms and danger
beautiful
i want to melt into her
disappear
fire
red flames within
a secret fire
her forehead against mine
trembling hand
lifting to cup my cheek
maybe the hard life isn’t so bad after all

hands over my arms
our footsteps fall in the quiet
dancing in the light
her hand in mine
takes my breath away
our golden light
magic

I’m bored
     I’m bored
          Im bored
               I’m bored

Help me
     Pressures
          Weighing
                  Heavy

All the
     Cliches
          Traditions
               Expectations

Bearing down,
     Bearing down,

               Down

                    Down

                         Down

Do this!
     Do that!
          Think this!
               Think that!

Ugh!
     I’m so tired
          Of all you people
               Dictating my life

Just let
  Please let
            Me be
                    Me

And still:
     After all
            Of that
                Deep thinking

I’m
    Still
        Bored.