It’s crazy to think
That we live in a world where
If you’re attractive
You must be a good boyfriend/girlfriend
If you’re attractive
And then dumped
It’s because the other person doesn’t know
A good thing when they have it
Weird
It’s as if all other characteristics
Are nonexistent
And you’re character can be based
On your attractiveness alone

Clouds
sketching
synchronistic
footnotes
into the novelties
of the day

Tucking into the folds
of late August valleys

painted in vintage clover

falling toward winter

Ivory forms lazily turn mobiles overhead

As symbols,
as comfort
as bucket filled rain.

As the days get deeper
So does the hole

People start losing their unique ****** qualities
The objects in your house become dull clutter
Monday morphs into Tuesday and Tuesday morphs into Wednesday and Wednesday morphs into Thursday and
All of a sudden you don’t know what day it is.

The only thing that doesn’t lose its edge
Are the words that pump out from your lung,
to vibrate from your vocal cords,
then are fine tuned from your larynx,
and emanate from your articulators.
Those are the words that stuff me deeper into the hole.

Sometimes it’s not words
but actions
That burry me under and into the darkness.

This hole I speak of,
***** you in and won’t let you out
Until you’ve admitted defeat
And hell,
You’ll never live to see the day that

I, Admit Defeat.

summer breeze,
the way she once looked me
with delight and tease
only grows
as the wind does,
come and go as you please.
the gentle wind
it flows through me
like memories
of our chats together.
something about her,
as though some power
held over me...
she makes me feel better.
a penny for her thoughts
a mile for touch
that summer breeze worth chasing
for I enjoy the rush.

blissful meadow,
a calming shadow,
my inner happiness.
your words like flowers
the river flowing upstream
for when life feels numb
surrounded by a sheet of darkness.

I walk through your fields
as you feel my presence,
the combination shocking
the result an essence
no true emotion can yield
to.
the kinds of things
you and I have been through
it's astonishing
that we're still present here:
introverts
in our over-sized hoodies
in a small-minded
extroverted world
instead of floating out
into the vast
atmosphere.

I try to travel
on make believe roads
I think this time
the ground will be solid
I sink
my mouth fills
with silly dreams
tastes bitter
I'm always surprised.

The cave man writes
his fate on your palm, but
you were unmoved.

Ah! The love multiplies.
Will freedom come one day
to embrace the comet?

Every thought goes to you
I ask myself, how long I remain
occupied with snow and fall.

Locating a lonely
star, you burn the space and
lay roses on its path.

All night the light
was blinking I would not sleep to catch
your tricks that go to get me.

Like fawn's big eyes
you look through me to know
the secrets of deep pain.

beating in rhythm sweet harmony
in line of words that are all for you
I give my all angel all of me just for you
maybe I'm not the best and I know I'm a mess
but maybe all I need is you to reset
to break down my walls and let you in
to heal the cracks in my heart
to seal the hole that aches
to bring me happiness
and maybe your the one
maybe my soul is healing
maybe your eyes are all I need
to keep my world centred
maybe your heart is a melody I've been singing
maybe all I needed was you