Walk among the people,
Notice them, earbuds in, faces down.
Only aware when traffic gets busy,
When the sidewalk begins to crowd.
A crowd, yet people don't bother talking,
Because technology is too loud.

Social interactions,
Devolved,
Pushed onto social platforms
Where numbers value our memories,
Numbers influence our personalities.

We are the silent generation,
Where our voices are heard by few,
Drowned out by those that voice for the many,
Because we are just numbers, comments, or likes.
Hidden,
Under a post.

Beauty,
Seen in the light of mornings sun.
Orange, blue
Pink and purple too.
Radiantly march up the horizon line.

In this soft light,
Together we lay,
Witnessing the break of day.
Hands on bare skin,
Lips finding places to stay.

Your back,
Facing me. Touched by the morning sun
Appears like a mural, colors over-run.
I'll find myself following the shapes,
Brushing across the soaring arcs of color,
Enchanted by the reflection of the sky.

Only to be grounded once again,
When you turn around,
And meet my eyes.
Oh how I'd love,
To paint the colors of the sky
With you.

I want to feel your fingers in my hair.
I want you to run them through and through,
I want to feel you pull and tug.

I want to leave goosebumps down your neck.
I want to tease and tickle, letting my fingers just barely touch your skin, I want to let my nose follow my lips, I want to breath you in.

I want your arms around me, feel your nails dig in.
I want you to grab me, hold me close as you let out the sweetest of groans.

But most of all, I want to spend time around you.
I could just sit with you, I would just walk with you, we could just be in a car. Silent, or talking, I don't mind. As long as I'm with you, I'll be fine.

The sun has set,
Now only the sky is lit up by the city lights around us.
Florescent, neon, incandescent flowing above us.
Next to the water we lay,
On the cool rivers shore,
Where the water reflects the sky,
In all it's disarray.
And as we walk down the sand,
We are sillouted by the rivers light,
On this dark and calm night.
So let's make this our place to be,
Where we feel eachother vulnerable in the dark,
Let's stay.
Tangled together,
Until the sunrises, until the beginning of a new day.

Take note of the flame,
And It's ever changing existitence.
Take note of the flame,
And the way burns through life's substance.
Take note of the flame,
Watch as it displays it's dance giving off a living light.
Take note of the flame,
Appreciate the heat it gives, the energy it transfers.
Take note of the flame,
How hungry a fire can be if left unchecked.
Take note of the flame,
The flame that lies within you, tend to it,
And let it appreciate the things you feed it.

I miss you,
Sometimes. That's a lie.
I miss you,
Never. That's a lie.

I never associated with lying,
I value truth and honesty above all.
For trust is the key to happiness.
Yet in my mind, I lie to myself.

I lie to avoid pain. The emotion, that is caused by anxiety and insecurity. I lie out of fear,
Yet I lie to myself to avoid fear.
I lie about my feelings for you,
I lie to myself, I say it's over for me, that im over you.

These little lies, they settle at the end of the day.
Like dust they blanket my body,
Make sleep a warm place to stay.
But in the morning, I'll awake, and the settled dust. Will begin to peel away.

Each time I shed, a new piece of myself is
Revealed. The lies that held me,
Can no longer be sealed.
It's growth beyond myself,
It's taking back control.

But it doesn't dismiss,
The fact that I still,
Miss you.

I want to go out but my body doesn't allow me.
It's feeble bones trapping me inside it's organic cage.
If I was free, I would know no bounds. I'd make no mistakes, time wouldnt be profound.
I'd soar across past failures, and see what success brought me, perhaps the love that left never forgot me.
Or maybe, the ill-mannered actions I took, never happened.
My soul wants dearly to depart, but this thing called life clings desperately to my heart.
As if the leaving of my soul is the leaving of life.
Maybe I'll take the leap another night