I'm not very good at anything
Though I am a perfectionist
Finding myself below the best
In everything I do
I tell myself I don't need the satisfaction of Others
And that is the most substantial lie
I have ever told

SWEETHEART,

FOR SOME,
LOVE IS THE CURE.

AND

FOR SOME,
LOVE IS THE DISEASE.

Jade sauna
just over body temperature
to increase metabolism
smooth blood flow
and sweat out toxins
my hair is up
there are no lines on my pale smooth face
I'm happy and peaceful
I look so serene
and so skinny
"'scuse me you speak Russian?"
it's one of the cute foreigners
I've had my eye on
flirtations ensued
and it was nice
to be looked at
with fascination
with cute wonder
getting complimented
through broken english
as he ran his hands through his hair
smiling abashedly
trying to make sense of my words
as I did the same for his--
we were up all night talking
"no halloween in Russia,
but if had, you be Queen"
he knew nothing of me
just this peaceful calm side
that smiled and giggled
and carried a conversation
like a feather on the wind
he saw a girl he could smile at
and say
"you are very beautiful"
"you have lovely smile"
I'll never see him again in my life
but what a wonderful memory to have of someone
nothing but kind words
and laughter
and peace
serenity
a few of the things
I treasure most,
yes,
what a lovely memory
of Annex the smiling Russian boy
who drank tea with me
at the Jeju Spa
until the sun rose
and the lights came back on.

Your features are discrete
But when your face is in the glow of a candle
Darkness shadowing endlessly behind you
Your eyes reflecting the flame
An artist yearns for his paintbrush to capture your moment of beauty

You're average
But when you laugh
A subtle giggle
Maybe a little chuckle
The precise pitches ringing in my ears like chimes on a windy day
A musician becomes jealous that he can't make such a wonderful sound

You're very busy
But you take a deep breath as everything is piled up
You look so calm especially for just breathing
I breath everyday and I will never look as peaceful as the sunset peaking below the earth
Every worker and every student wishes they had that calmness you possess

Your job is dull during the day
But in the morning you make cooking scrambled eggs look graceful
as you dance and sway to the radio
In the morning you seem fresh and new
Everyone wants your positivity

At night your tired
But when your tired your eyes get heavy and I love to watch you drift away into a land of dreams
In my dreams all I see is you
As you sleep I hope you dream the same as me and love yourself as much as I love you.

Freedom
Is not when one escapes their mind
Freedom
Is when ones soul escapes their body!!

Once upon a time
There was a turtle
His name was Myrtle
And gargled a splurtle
Spurred and purdled
He danced for fine jig
Made love
To the bees
Mated with pigs
But pig wasn't his fancy
He made a duck
And chit chat busk
On tusk
One day he shalt die
But won't quite yet
Money not spent
Sharaded on dents
Liggett Mary
Smoked to her shallow
The rocks kept his secrets
And movies did follow
This turtle was suited
Booted for pie
Ate rivers from monkeys
Took notes on the side
A whimsical ride
His story didst hold
Made children from swings
Made ghosts into souls
A freaking concor
Or feasting memory
Halfway jackfast
Splendor of many
Denny and witty
Screwy and tooly
Tulips of muley
Pine pepper tongue
Rabbits do meet him
In brink bank and bims
But myrtle the turtle
Is a sinner
He sins!!