The *** dreams
               Are
                        The
                                 Worst
The ones where I can smell you,
The ones where you ******* sweat,
The ones where we feel our flesh become two-in-one,
The ones where you see me bared naked and true,
The ones where I know what you sound like when you ***.
A squeak
   A moan
      A scream
           A wail
              A cry
          A mumble
      A murmur
   A whisper
A silence.
I want you,
Inside and out.
I want to kiss your tulips,
And lick your lifeline.
I want to make love to your mind,
And **** your fantasies.
I could tell you all the things I want to do,
But I’d rather excite your imagination.
I want to (inhale) you
        and (exhale) me.
I want flushed cheeks,
gasping breath,
glazed eyes,
curled toes.
I want genuflection
And glossolalia.
You breathe life into my lungs.
You light my fire.
You fill me with passion.
And I am so ******* ****** at you.

I do not respect any religion
Religion is a misconception
And crimes are committed
Through religion against humanity
All religious humans should
Be stark naked in public
The Pope should be naked to show us
The image that God have created him in

I do not respect any law and order
Law and order is not necessary
If you respect humans
And behave yourself decent
Don’t commit any crimes
You can make as many laws as you want
I do not respect any of them at all
It is a mirror of all of your fears

I do not respect democracy
Democracy is a lie and an illusion
Build upon the stupid idea
That all men are born equal
But you do not need democracy
If you respect all living creatures
Democracy is a game to make you feel vise
A service ***** and a weapon in the hands
For those who are committed to power

I did it again
I let him back in
He's my Bestfriend
How can I tell him no?
Art is what brought us together
My paintings his graphics
For the love of art

You may not have been birthed in the soil,
and granted,
you will not blossom
when spring melts winters wake
but inside of you
grows a thousand gardens
full of exploding stars.
You are of the earth
and your ashes
have been constructed with stardust,
and set free with the wind.
So you may not have a pretty face,
and your body may hold stories
of too many moonless nights alone.
But if you reach inside,
you will find a forest
for a ribcage
and a restless ocean heart.
So don't ever let anyone tell you
you are nothing.
You are a galaxy
holding a million different planets,
and my dear,
that is not nothing.

I don't like to think about it
I hate it
I try not to think about it
But do you think trees try to fall down
things happen
regardless of whether they're planned
so last night I thought about it
even though I didn't want to

it kills me
I didn't want it to
I assumed it wouldn't
but trees spend all their lives above the grass
that doesn't mean they think they'll ever touch
I thought about it
and I hate that
and I hate that I hate that I thought about it

I hate that I love you
I hate that I don't fully believe that sentence
I hate that you can feel something
but not be aware that you feel it
I wonder if trees know they'll grow
they always do
but I wonder if they know they will
Is it possible to not know the inevitable?

I wish I could unthink the thought I thought
it kills me
how the thought of you with another man
makes my stomach turn
but the thought of me with another woman
doesn't carry the weight to lift a scale
were trees previously just one branch
until they realized they had other options

I'm using a tree as a metaphor
because I don't want to talk about myself
because I don't want to make this about me
I want the world to cause my problems
but if i'm being honest
which I will be
I am the root of my pain
I just don't want to think about it

We live in a Society were everyone tries to be the same
You are ether Cool or Lame
You are Good or Bad
You are Black or White
Well not me!
I'll be Purple
And you can be Red
He can be Green
She can be Blue
Why is it only Black and White?
Why can't we all be Our-self ?
Why can"t we all be Different?

and if you are still the way you have always been, you're the lucky ones because most of us have taken ourselves apart down to the very molecules we are made up of and rearranged them to someone else's liking

and if you are still happy then you're the lucky ones, because most of us are so depressed we are willing to lather our stomachs in alcohol and burn our throats with smoke for fun, or to forget that person who made us feel like we were sitting in a haystack of needles, stabbing and wounding every inch of our skin

and if you still strive for your highest hopes and dreams, then you're the luckiest ones, because most of us settle for less, and only climb the ladder until we think we have reached the top

and if you're in love, you really are the luckiest of all, because we are all mostly bitter over those we have lost, thinking we are unable to find someone that will bring us the same happiness that the other person used to bring

Some times I wonder what my silence is worth
Words have been measured enough
Grades and intelligence exploited to much
Self-worth has gone down and anxiety up
Sleep's been found precious since we get such small supply
Our own heads are worth more
Life's become complicated again
Does anyone ever truly listen to my silence?
To those lonely songs I sing inside my head
When the day is over and dead

“Don’t worry because
     I will make time
     to stare at you;
     tracing your collarbones
     like constellations and;
     watch your eyes
     obligingly flutter close
     and darling, I’ll kiss each eyelid
     hoping you'll ******* love,
     turn your eyes into the colors
     of someone you loved
     and in time, they’ll turn into mine  
     and you will dedicate your time,
     staring at me
     as much as I did to you
     when he didn’t.”