go as fast
as you will
I have feeling
you'll find yourself
right back here.

Time moves slowly,
within the realm of my universe.
The sun rises,
as the moon fades
along with the stars.

The night sky will change
as I venture to new worlds.
Constellations not familiar to me,
will fill me with awe.
That first step of the journey
grows near, as I resist my internal fears.

I'm suffocating without compare
Drowning in a sea of panic I shout "Unfair"
Time's defecating on all that has been waiting
Frowning at my screams that are sounding
Replicating a monumental crowning
Separating from all around me
Contusions have induced confusion
Making me question "is this all an illusion"
A fusion of a lesson, and sins confession
Losing the best of any possible relation
My desire for His Fire another complication
Am I a liar for not giving her communication
That this might halt us sharing sensation
That his sight shalt cause me to be shun
By the one whom I love, at least it's been fun

right now,
I crave conversation.
I sit alone.
Waiting for her to finish.
I sit here
hearing all conversations.
One is about football
another is about plans for this Wednesday.
I want to be talking.
I want to be apart of something.
right now
My spirits are low.
Right now,
it seems like these gray tables are going to swallow me whole
these chairs hurt.
there is a model rocket above my head.
I want to fly away in it
Zoom past the stars,
the planets
and everything in between.
I want to be one with the air.
One in the soul.
forever
I feel alone.
Alone
I wait...
still waiting
but what can I expect?
Some things are really important.
Sorry I tried to keep you,
but this feeling is why.
Woops.
So yeah,
I feel alone.
So alone.
Its noisy,
yet I feel the silence.
Dark, silent silence.
Why did god create this feeling.
Its quite ugly
this is getting repetitive.
I know.
but I cant help it
I feel alone

I live every hour in a drowsy slumber,
My head held low, a silenced hunger;
The sky is a miracle that I've forgotten,
For my gaze is tethered to all that's rotten;
I wander lost, my shoulders ache,
A heavy weight I just can't shake -
Then came the day that changed it all,
Cold rain, cold rain, cold raindrops fall -
They strike, they splash, they wash away
All the troubles that dyed me gray;
Falling tears, these chains they break,
And now, at last, I wake.

Finding that balance between what feels good and what you need is harder than picking out an outfit in the morning.
Unless those outfits are all pretty slutty.
Then it's about the same,
the main difference being there's no real good solution.
Just a bad idea,
and a worse idea.
A low cut dress with no bra
Or a ruler width mini skirt over a thong.

I have always been a fan of extremes
so, I guess, between what I want
And what I need.

I'd wear the same outfit every day until it ripped,
got lost
or didn't fit me anymore.

And then I wouldn't wear anything.

.

The last petal fell,
shivering on winter's cold ground
and looking up at the now barren stem
asked, " Why did you let me go,
I was the one that stuck with you
when all of the others left,
leaving you alone to face
the coming frigid season?

The empty stem, leafless,
void of its once lustrous color,
waving in the chilly winds answered,
"Don't worry, come spring I will
have many new wonderful petals
adorning me, making me
beautiful once again."

"I know, but none of them
will be me," replied the last petal
as it died.