I have felt the sting of love
And The emptiness of lost
The high of happiness
The consumption of anger

I was told at a very early age that I could do the very things I wanted to do.
Being young and foolish I spoke "I want to be Blue"
My parents laughed at me and patted my head
Told me to try something realistic instead
Before sending me off to sleep in my bed.

Years later, With more miles walked
With more things heard, with more words to talk
With more memories and thoughts confusing to me
I read a book.

"Am I blue?" It said, a collections of stories, a window to see through
Reading it brought my confusing thoughts to view.
And then I realized I am blue.

Blue in this sense meant that I had likings
Likings that were not ordinarily normal yet still in the realm of Normalcy.
It was the sense of I liked guys in the way I "should" like girls
In the sense I am more attractive to his golden curls.

I got to be blue, and still get to be blue, and forever get to be blue
Just not in the way I thought I would.

They tell us that love is something that should be seen with the heart.
Not the eyes that can become fixated on only the appealing things which are not necessarily the most important.
But one can not cast a finger and dictate shame nor blame
For is it not in our nature to be pulled by the appealing things?
Maybe instead of casting blame on the lover why not at the appealing things?
For they are the ones that cause the lover to see with the eyes and not the heart.

Just above my head, hung the question I have been dying to ask.
It linger above me, a cloud waiting to let the words rain down.
May I have this Dance
He looked at me with a curious gaze
Taking in what he saw.
Sorry but I already have some one to dance with
Clouds gathered above my head clumping together
This time only rain, no words Fell down.

To be happy, I can never be happy
Not when I put my happiness in the back of the line and escorts hers
to the front.

For two days tears were shed
For things that could have been
For things that were in my head.
For two days I felt the emptiness
As it slipped away, my happiness
Always feeling loneliness

For two days water stained in red
Fell onto the floor and onto the bed
Not in my body like it should instead
For two days I was blanketed by sadness
As I grew weary from the madness
That caused a bit of bitterness

For Two days I cried
For Two days I asked why
For Two days things still don't seem like they should
No light in the tunnel nor at the end
For Two days all feels lost.

Is it the wind that running past the trees, causing the trees to whisper once touched?
Or
Is it you a ghost of my heart talking to me trying to communicate something worthtelling?

Turn the faucet on and let the water do its job.
Let the water swirl and spin
Let it drag all those lies down.
Let it drown it and never come up to breathe.

I would liken you
To a night without stars
Were it not for your eyes.
I would liken you
To a sleep without dreams
Were it not for your songs.

seeking fulfillment
         in dreams travel far
    yet bless being present
                complete where we are