As you pull me close,
Carefully tighten your embrace,
Softly kiss my forehead,
And tell me I’m okay,
Tears fill my eyes,
For all I can think is
“Why is this the only place I feel safe?”

It isn’t mine.

There’s something about your pale skin
blanketed with thin hairs that makes
me care to become closer, to massage
your ache, to make you quake with
relief; despite your disbelief
about my interest in you, I really do wish to kiss
your manner and bathe in the
cool vibes you emit.
I want to hit my brain for
silencing my heart, for halting
its beats when my eyes meet
your sweet and enticing
form; It’s hard for me to say
if I’ll feel the same as yesterday
in the future, for fickleness
has been in my nature,
though it is an unattractive trait—
indecision and impulsivity;
Contemplation is a proclivity,
a natural occurring activity that
sends too many signals to my mind
and I waste all of my precious time
deciphering true feelings from
conditioned expectations
However, I cannot deny the tingly
sensation my body rides when I look
into your mind
And I’m quite curious to find
out everything about you while
keeping my own mystery unsolved

Why do you heal me so?
Why do you build me up?
Why do you infuse me with such potency?
Why do you caress me?
You fill my empty veins
You replenish all my reserves
A shower of laughter you share
Pick up every piece of my shattered soul
And eat every one, without cringing
Including the many spiritually received, unwritten truths
You repair my heart
Every cell begs for a glimmer of your memory,
I pray this never ends
Why must you be so perfect?
I will never fall down
Forever beginning anew, with you
So few words
I need not say, or send.
I understand you, step into my world
Tell me why,
You can't see I am nothing,
compared to
What you are to me.

Waking up next to a beautiful girl,
and falling for the wonders of this beautiful world,
the poetry in the trees let the sun in my hair
and the ever-fluid music hung like honey in the air.

I remember a day at the fair with my brother.
We loaded up on acid and we smiled at eachother.
We looked upon the city knowing life was alright,
because what's mine is his and what's his is mine.

See I do have times when life feels so right
and when I get old and day turns to night,
I'll look back when I was young and had the feeling I was free,
learning new places with my own two feet.

When sometimes in life I fall I gotta get back up,
and sometimes in life I'll fail but it's just bad luck,
But when I'm down and out and the times get tough
I'll remember that the weight of the world is love.

...

I always thought a lot about life and love
with attributes to cosmos and mindful stuff.
But since I quit drugs I've forgotten of the simple
things to become a righteous one.

A sightless son, blinded by the colors
that I used to know; they slowly seemed to fade
as I began to grow so old.

And where'd it go?
My childhood's smile I want it back-
the days on the playground playing tag,
when I could go to school and still take a nap,
I miss that.

And if I miss that, then will I miss this?
I mean I'm eighteen I'm still kind of a kid.
I can almost get by without having a job
and I still enjoy writing simple lyrics to a song.

And I may be wrong, maybe missing the point,
but I can get a hit of high from other hooks than a joint.
It was all so simple when I had **** to turn to
but now I'm not allowed to **** around so much.

If I do I'll end up back inside of a cell.

And next time my parents won't offer any help.
The law's gonna throw me back to the wolves
and I'll be with nobody but me and myself.

I thought a lot about it, and how I'd grown
into some stranger that I've never known.
A lonely kid gone lost from the start,
a savage beast with no love in his heart.

I smelled like smoke
plus a coke stained nose,
but that's not how the ending
to this story goes.
I still got **** to do
and new friends to meet.
Gotta find out about a different side of me.

finally, something
has gotten through.

I'm craving fields
and painted skies,
I want to choke on
the poems that burst
through my throat,
I want them to sing
the way your eyes do

finally, I want
to do everything I can.

I want to throw open
the doors, draw
on the walls,
swallow my clutter
and exhale my own kind
of laughter -- I'll submerge
anything I don't want to feel
beneath the waves

finally, I can smile
the way you do.

my spine has grown
softer, there is a magic
in my fingers and I'm learning
how to release it, it's coming
straight from the peace
I'm finding inside my chest,
somehow there is no longer a war there

finally, the reeds
are untangling themselves.

my gift is to hold, to
cradle, because i know
that whatever i am holding
must be deserving of my love.
maybe someday soon,
i'll realize that i can hold
myself, just as well as you can.

finally, i feel
like dancing.

i cannot tell who you are
by the swing of your step
and i cannot follow your heart
when no path is set.
but if you feel the strongest burst
to follow through
even when it hurts
you my dearest,
will be my hero
which can save me from this place;
your love can take me away..

Your face is asymetrical in a way that makes me love nature.
Your voice is light and charming.
Full of care, sensitivity, and fun.
It tells me not to tell you again.

When you smile, I know you're tired of hearing.
Maybe you're not as happy as you could be,
But you're content enough where you are.
The sympathy in your eyes says that you remember.

Keep it to yourself. I know, I know, I know.
Don't remind me. Don't keep hurting yourself.
Move on. Please. It'll never be you.
Yes: when you sip your tea, I hear you think.

I bite my tongue.
I'll be quiet. I'll keep it light and unimportant.
I don't need to tell you how badly I care for you.
It would only be selfishness, and you feel guilty enough.

So instead of writing loveletters,
I devise the most boringly cliche poems.
And when I find your photo, the fantasies fill my head.
And at the end, I stare up at you from the water.
And I can't breathe.