The serenity, the peace,
the love of the water
You would never know how many ships
she so selfishly kept with her
held under her surface
to stay as long as their iron beings would allow
People mourned their losses of her historic companions
But they are not at all lost
They are found in her serenity, in her peace,

in her love

Have you ever felt such an intense wanderlust,
Your heart cries out?
Yearns for something new,
a different culture,
a new experience.
Yearns to feel the sand beneath your feet,
between your toes
Pouring from hand to hand,
like an hourglass

It yearns to shake the weathered hands of the storied folk
it's never met
Yearns to look into the eyes that have seen more than words could ever tell.
It yearns to see the beauty in the heart of another stranger from an unfamiliar land
To see the beauty in the sunset
over a scape unknown
The beauty in the untamed wilderness of the world

It yearns to feel the amazement that only wandering can fulfill

i don't need your judgements,
i can't stand this place,
& the next person that rubs me the wrong way,
is gonna get punched in the face,
oh you''re just a waste of time and space,
same person, different face, sometimes i think
i hate the human race.

i don't need your ego,
i don't need your lies,
and i don't need your approval,
see, it's you that i despise.

shallow and hollow, ignorant and weak,,
i'd rather live in silence then listen to you speak,
arguing with you is like screaming at a brick wall,
you look at us like we're freaks, you don't understand
us at all...

so closed minded and cruel, just a bunch of brainwashed clones,
i will not follow the herd, mark my words, i would rather walk alone.

I try but I can't seem to get myself
To think of anything but you
Your breath on my face your warm, gentle kiss I taste the truth, I taste the truth
There's nothing else I want more than to feel this way .

I
a fireworks display in summer.
flashing light -
bursting sound -
nervous adrenaline pulsing through the air.
grabbing fingers -
frantic touch -
it's lightening,
grass under feet,
lingering glances -
a revolution,
a government overthrow,
with guns blazing.

II
a warm fireplace in winter.
fleece blankets -
steaming cups -
christmas carols floating in from the next room.
a warm body -
a sleepy smile -
it's pajamas,
thick wool socks,
a kiss on the forehead,
a moment of home.

You have a garden in your bones and the universe on your skin
The spots on your face and scars on your knees aren't flaws
They are stars being born and stars that are slowly dying
You are not pretty, you are interesting
Mankind has made an entire subject about what you carry

And don't worry about hurting
The roses that are blooming inside you are just growing thorns
There are also vines that needed pruning
So on nights you don't feel spectacular, here's a vision:
A meadow teeming with life inside you