This stares at you
Is a proud girl
Proud of who she is and
What she has done
That is why she
Smiles like a goof.

A business man
Losses is head
But does not die
Instead
Three butterfly of increasing sizes
Replace
The head
Making him a living piece art.

As I turn on this vaporwave flower
That is in
Neon I wonder
How to get the picture of it to
Go and work
As i use this flower
As a night light
I read and I
Look at the neon art
In the flower
As i sleep.

In the night
Of all hallows even
The moon is replace with a flickering
Mencing evil looking
Jack o lantern
Watching over the
Trick or treaters
With a demonic eye.

As I was born
In serenity
Of the night
As I sleep
The Big Dipper
Hangs over my head
As if to watch over me.

As the dark witch
Relinquished
Her darkness
She let's the sun be un eclipsed
And
Her soul
Leaves hear body to go to
Heaven
To be free of its evil
Prison.

As the sun finishes setting
And night full begins
I watch the windmills
Wondering
Where you are
My love

As the young
Grew older
Her splitting
Personalities became more distinct
With each
Disturbing memory
Of her child hood
Will they find merge
And find peace.

A face
Melting
In the middle of nowhere
Starts to cry
Tears of blood
For this was the face of a girl
Who lost her
Love
And took to the skies
For comfort and safety.

I miss
Ourmorning
Kisses before
You went of to work
I Miss you and your kisses
During the lonely
Daytime.

As I went to blueberry mountain
On a cloudy foggy
Day
I am reminded of my dark past
And the 100 shades of grey
Between now and then
It's almost white where I am
A color of hope.

As the sun raises
To release a ****** liberity
Bagging for help
Before she dies
Of exsangwenation.

Look at this
Freaking
Flowers
Not a painting on
The delecate beautiful
But
A photograph
Of the Big Dipper
Prejected on
It
This surreal scene
On such a flower
The detail
Is so beautiful

When I was 13
I was hoping to
Meet and fall in
Love with a doctor

When I was
14 I hoped
To fall in love with an fbi agent
Not having to worry about safety


When I was 15
I hoped to
Be in love with black belt
And live a simple life

Now I am 30
And am love
With a doctor

I was talking
A walk
Hello good moring says a nice Jewish woman
We talk

Smiling

Smile fades

Then I hear a familiar sound
The recycle truck

To the recycling truck "******* **** *******"
Flipping him the bird




In front of the woman

Did I will
Started smiling
And being respectful
When people aren't going to try to cure
Ptsd
And autism
But accept people like me
As we are
Human

Beginning of the day
Harolding the beginning of a
New week
New possibilities
New emotions
New experiences
I am happy for this monday
And the blessings from the universe
That's why I smile.

Have you had a bad
Morning. Where you
Just want to press the reset
Button
Like in a video game
But life's a not a fun game
Yet we have to play
It.

Ahhh the inside
Of an atom
Protons
And neutrons
So complex
Simple
Beautiful
Also
Makes great jewelry.

In the talklamakan
There floats a face of
The buddha
Haunting its blood soaked sands
Hoping to give them peace.
Peace.

One day
There was
This angry and
Heartless girl
Who died years ago
And haunted the waters
Where every
Twight she swims
Hoping to clean off her
Misdeeds.

Pain the ***
Traumatized braim must
Swirl the
**** baoding ***** in my hand.

As I look out
At the sight
At night
With its glittering
Lights
I
F e e l loney
For my
Heart aches
For you
Hill

Antarctica
A lifeless
Cold barren
Waste land at
The other end of the world
But when I see it
I see life
Possibilities
And a interesting place
Think positive.

There is
Something
R o m a n t I c
About watching the
Airplanes
Land
And take of at the airport
At night.

This flower
With a pixelated design
Is unusual
To me
Thought beautiful
This vaporwave beauty
Gets for
I have
Seen
Many a flower
Talk to my friend.

I look at the iris
In my Boading carefully
And wonder
How the hell
Did theybget that
Beautiful flower
In there
With out destroying
It's beauty
One can only know.

My eyes heavy
It is temping to fall
Back to sleep
But I know
What Awaits
If ****
A nightmare
So I force my self to stay awake
Its hard
Will I go to the pub
Don't know.

Waking up
To the
Freaking news
What a way to start
The day when you have
Ptsd
Not a positive start
Groggy and moody
F this crap

There is such a thing as flashbacks
There is such a thing as nightmares
There are such a thing as ptsd
Take of your snowflake
Rosesy colored glasses
And look around
See them baoding?
They are there for a reason.

Don't
Let
Your
Colours
Fade
Away
On
You.

The rainbow
There is not *** of
G o l d in the end
Of the
R a I n b o w
But it is good look and love

Star gazing
On a summer's
Night
I see the face
In the milky way.
Wow

Seven and eighth grade I dream of
being like Dana scully
Only to fall In love with
Meek yt humansome
Doctor
While being fbi.

Ninth and tenth grade
Dream of being a fem yakuza
Who invites her underlings
Into a world of love


Present day: I got you

The flashbacks
Are the worst
Of the worst
Specially
When triggered by stupid people
Which is about ten percent
Of the race
But I keep
Bumping into them
****.

The moon
Hanging over
A vaporwave forest
Does this mean that the moon
Is also vaporwave
With its pinks and such.

Mom
this
is
Over
Some
motherfking
Empty
Fking
Cans
Nonay??!!

As I land
I am landing in a destination unknow
Like the Alex garden song
With crystal waters
Only its
Vaporwave and pixelated
What the hell.

I am a wildflower
I shall do what I
Want
When I want
Grow in harsh conditions
Of catholic school
And blossom
When All
Looks
Bleak
For I am
Life.

The pink moon
Driving people insane
Yet it is a good sign
For it
Harold's in a new season
And energies
Both positive and negative.

As i take a walk around the block
For I was angry
I realize with
Vaporwave
And cotton c a n d y sky
That night is soon
But before heading home
I look up at the clolours
Of the s k y.

They

Don't call me

Starry nights for nothing

I will make you see

The f**king stars

As i am tough

And

Peulgulist.

I am *******
Though smiling
I am only smiling
As a result of
My baodings
Which I case a flower each
So I swirl them
Until the smile is genuine
G e n u I n e

As the young woman
Let's say early thirties
Turns on the torch
To the milky-way
Every thing goes blue
When she asks
Where are you
To her lost love
Only to find him
Next to her.

I wonder my father said
If I wronged him

Well with the world
With terrorism
And the news
I wonder

Well with the world
And the holocuast
And news
I wonder

Well with the world
And its violence
And news
I wonder

About us.

The rosd to
Turkestan
Is along
And ordugious
One
But if you think it is
With it
Then take the trip
There are many landscape and scenes
From history.

While flying to cuba
I notice that
Everything is in grid
And the land in topographical
Drawings then
That's when it happened
I saw a green goldfish
Swimming by my window.
This was no flight to Cuba
But to a different universe

I want to say yes
Yes to love
Yes to seeing summer
Fireworks
Yes to new experiences
And yes to......
Before it disappears
On me.

As I sit there
A
Think
The pros and cons of
going out side
I relieved that my mom sad
That it would be OK.
And so I get ready.

Dear Unfollower
I have a medical condition
With a name and
That name is
Post traumatic stress disorder
If you don't
Enjoy or
Like the things I
Write about then
Forever hold you peace
Thank you