We lay under a tented plush
Skin so warm
A boiling blush
Your smooth voice
Lower to a honey hush
You whispered
Childs play in your eyes
As do I
You lean in, I push up
Electricity, we light up
Even in the darkest night
We shine brighter
Then the stars we sight
You are burning livelier
I draw you in
And listen
To the sound that beckons
The grown you make
heart quickens
My favorite sounds to listen
Miro I fancy you.
I really do
I just want your whisper

Not knowing is part of the human condition
The words
I
Do
Not
Know
Are the wisest of them all.
Because admitting to not knowing
Is unlocking your mind
And allowing yourself
To explore possibilities
That before were unfathomable
*Free yourself, that’s the key

Humid summer air drags as my lungs
Force it to move, it tastes almost stale
Like stagnate water
I feel the life around me
Pulsating, vibrating wriggling
Buzzing and I am acutely aware of my surroundings
A regular group of people
Pooling together
In a social pond, everyone’s fishing
I’m not.
I see you
And every move you make
Every time your cheeks pull back
And your lovely smiles shine through
The cloud of normal life
Every time you reach down to embrace
To say hi
You slow down the pace of my day
Of my life, as I take in, slowly
Such a fleeting thing.

82 inches of smile
Kind domineer
Complete full love for life
Like a tree my eyes
Gauging you, scuttling up
The six foot ten stature
Packed admiration
What a beautiful thing
All those cells working
To create this magnificent
Human being
Part of human-kind
And he is both
Human
Kind
And he is a seed that is planted
Inside my head, he continues to grow
A tree inside the forever forest of thoughts
As tired eyes, drift off

Bus full of people breathing inside a small space
Face to face, eyes cast down and explore
A small girl that hides behind bangs
Long thin legs
Tightly fit close
That are shear and expose
Insecurities
And people whisper
People point
But I remember what Teresa told me

A small man gets fired up
But can’t fight, he wobbles drunk
He wants to prove he is big and bad
That the girl who left him
Didn’t have his heart in hand
That he doesn’t bleed
He doesn’t hurt
He punches the next guy he sees
He makes him blue
Makes him bleed
And I remember what Teresa said
Two lovers hold each other tight
Teary eyes on a star lit night
Warm bodies fight the chill
Each wondering if they will
Be able to hold hands like this
Forever or if
Fingers fold into fists
As bitterness steals a kiss
Because the two girls don’t know why
People say they should die
They have always only loved each other
And I remember what Teresa told me

Stinging.
I build myself up higher
Not even your fire can burn me down
Stone
Cold
Alone
But  alright
Fighting you
Fighting light
No fun while I’m young
Because I am a flower
I have to be picked
Picked because you admire
My sweet smell, color, desire
Nothing to eat
Process and excrete
Nothing to use
Then leave
******* and your kind
You make the world hard
Scared, battered and bruised
Lips like these will never please,
A stupid degenerate like you.

*Sad thing is I have never let boys like that in, but they still break my heart. They let something turn them into a monster, tear them apart. You are worth being loved, but you feel its to far.

You ***** a little girl.
And I saw you as a good dad
And my familys ****** up
I feel so crazy as I look up
To the sky, and through applications
I have to find a place for her
To live, as cancer steels her life
Her big personality, as finalizing choke out of me
What I am suppose to say
And as people I care come crawling out from
Dark, I park myself in the one ray of light
Fighting to stay the person that I am
Uncle you are a tweeker, But I love you
But you steel from my dyeing grandmother
I WILL ******* KICK YOU
Right in the teeth so you wont smile at me anymore
I will die
When they burn down that old house
I will die
When she lets cancer take away everything
I will die
When I don’t know what to say and its to late ill die
Frustration  overtakes me, someone save me
Im failing. No one will help an old lady out for real?
Whats the deal. What kind of world do I live in
And rewind. He touched a little girl
My grandmas is soon to be homeless
Because they will take
What made my childhood
And my uncle finds everything
He can take and runs away
And I stand alone
Trying to find her a home
And fathers day is on the way
But I don’t know what to give him
Maybe a letter that says
Thanks for growing up
Once I didn’t need a dad
And at the end
I'm still mad
Happy please find me
Please find me
*so lost, I cant even find the right buttons, right words... ****** poem, ****** home.