I have been given
The eyes that
See the world so
Differently than others.
But not blessed
The tongue to
Describe how I experience.
It's almost as if
I see things
Through a lense,
Almost seems as
If life is a beautiful film.
Maybe there is a glitch
In my head.
I see beauty in
The simplest things.
I can see the beauty in
Earth's most
Magnificent creations,
To the point
Where it's almost
Spiritual.
I can feel magic
When my skin
Touches the earth
And the breeze blows
Gently against my body,
Flowing through every
Strand of hair.
I feel extreme bliss
When the sun warms
The surface and
Rain cools it.
When I feel
Mud
Sand
Grass
Moss
Stone
Under my feet,
I feel complete.
I can feel magic
When I'm dancing
In creeks
And
Swimming in natural water.
Swimming.
Beautiful swimming.
When I'm emerged in the water,
I feel free.
The closest I'll ever get to flying.
I can even feel
The magic through my eyes,
As though my eyes
Drink up sights and
Relish in them.
This is a blessing I know,
For I find joy
I've never felt before
When I'm with nature.
This is also a curse,
For I cannot share
It with anyone.
Maybe someone feels
A similar way,
But I don't think anyone truly experiences the same as me.
No one can feel the
Extreme pleasure of
The world the same way I can.
I can't even explain
Well enough for
Anyone to understand.
And this brings me deep sadness.

Darkness
It flows over me
Like shadows
Over the sun

My back
It hurts
Like really bad
Ow
Like seriously
Ow
-Chase Witwiki

There are oceans,
In which the waves
Pull me in.
In them I see life,
Glowing,
Growing,
Rippling.
Sea creatures live
Inside the details
The deep crevices
Of blue and green speckles.
They breathe life into me
As I drown in the tide.
In your eyes I see my reflection.
I see
Indescribable love
As vast as the ocean they resemble.

Hey there little siren,
Somewhere between girl and woman.
How you play,
Swim with the current,
And sing to those boys.
Honey, that bright smile could ****.
You'll be a heartbreaker someday.
Literally.
Those eyes could peirce men's souls,
But be careful
Don't play too hard
Mother always said don't play with
Your food.

Orange faded into a dull blue
In the winter sky.
Behind the houses,
It blazed bright
Only visible on the
Very tops of trees.
It looked as though
The end of the branches,
Reaching towards the sky,
Were on fire.
The iced twigs glowed
With a vibrant orange
Setting the neighborhood
On fire,
And my mind ablaze.