She dresses all in shades of reds and blues
She cries the world grey
Cold and dark, her heart is fire.
Her mood evolves every day.

At 2am, you're on my mind.

That sound we make when noses itch inside.
We breathe in deeply, shut eyes, noses hide.
The squeal, "AH CHOO!" sounding like loud trains.
"Bless you," and "Thank you," our friends and we say.

I want someone to love
someone to share food with
hold hands
play games with and just cuddle whenever
tease each other and wear their clothes
I want a love that'll last a long time
we wouldn't have to worry about the other of us cheating
we'd have each other and that's all we'd need
somebody's chest to hide my face on during scary movies
see each other as often as we wanted
go on road trips and rent small, dinky motels
go to drive in movies, whisper sweet nothings as we watch
eat at tiny diners or window shop together
waste an entire day at the park until the starts come out
catch lightening bugs in the summer
snuggle by the bonfire in my backyard
I want that easy, simple, truthful kind of love

I am the kind of girl to grow up listening to The Beatles and Simon and Garfunkel in the car.

I am the kind of girl that went on vacation to her grandparents' house every summer.

I am the kind of girl that reads books in her spare time.

I am the kind of girl that will turn the other cheek when life gets rough, and accept the path she's taken.

I am the kind of girl who, when younger, used to have tea parties with her teddy bears on the bedroom floor.

I am the kind of girl who cries when she laughs too hard.

I am the kind of girl who can make a stranger feel like family.

I am the kind of girl that will escape to her own world when left alone in her room.

I am the kind of girl that talks in her sleep.

I am the kind of girl who records her dreams in a journal, to relive them in life.

I am the kind of girl who watches the scenery on a road trip, instead of using technology to pass the time.

I am the kind of girl that would wait for the first star of night to come out, so she could make a wish.

I am the kind of girl who hugs her pillow while she sleeps.

I am the kind of girl that lives her life with meaning, greeting each day, instead of wishing it would end sooner.

Can you explain it in only one sentence?
To amuse greater beings?
Is that why humans believe in repentance?

Is the meaning of life in a desk?
Teachers receive from their pupils blank stares.
Some believe school is a waste of time.
Teachers realize students do not care.

Is the reason for being hidden in human kind’s own music?
For all to hear, yet never truly notice.
Lyrics tell of unhealthy health and mortal immortality.
Our media uses these words to choke us.

Maybe “Why We Are Here” is unanswerable.
Thoughts, belief, and hate are easily mask able.

You make my heart flutter

Your eyes dance like the sun

You can make my heart melt

I can tell you're the one.

But my heart is torn in two

When you are with another

Girl you have begun to charm.

I dreamt of us together.

Blood rushes to my cheeks

My body fiercely shakes

You don't even notice

When my fragile heart breaks.

So I turn my head away

Knowing your love is gone

Not quite ready to accept

That you have now moved on.

In the future, I meet him

Again my heart starts to pound

He loves me more than you did

My world is turned back around.

Absolutely astonishing (and amusing) is the aftermath of this
Bonanza, beyond baptism. Blackened, broken and bleeding,
Corpses collapsed copiously, carelessly
Disrespected down to the depths of  their deaths, now dreaming,
Enticed, ever in eternity.
Funny is this funeral of fibs fabricated from unfaithfulness.
Ghosts gaining the Grave's grand greeting,
Happy to hoard the
Infested, incommensurable, inacceptable,
Jaded and jinxed,
Kind of kin who kept
Lies lingering, leading on their lover.
My mirror mentions memories,
Narratives knitted with needles
Obtaining obsessive obscurity,
Painted with pillars of impurity,
Querried by the quaint quadruped,
Reassured of rest and relinquishment.
Sorry now is the sayer but
Time ticks tactfully.
Ugly is the untruthful, of the utmost unimportance,
Vexed and vulnerable,
Without a widow in the world,
Xenon exemplifying,
Yellow bellied,
Anti-zenith czar.

Shall I compare thee to the rising sun?
You bring me awake and open my eyes
So warm and strong my new life has begun
In your brown beauty is where my heart lies.
You taste like caramel and are so sweet,
You keep me energized like the bunny,
I add cream and sugar which can't be beat,
You satisfy me as well as honey.
I keep refilling my cup more and more,
Don't ever run out I will be so sad.
It is you and only you I adore,
If you stay with me I will be so glad.
Of Coffee my Coffee don't go away,
Stay in my system; get me through the day!

For some reason when I was a child
I used to think a soul was shaped like a sword.

Smooth yet rough,
The blade elegant but could **** at any moment.
Sort of how our words can be said
Gently
Yet cut like knives into another’s heart.

One that is skilled would wield the sword gracefully
Just as one with a kind heart and well-crafted soul
Would not damage another’s dignity
With their words or actions.

When we sin our swords
Become blanketed with blood
From our victims.
Only cleansable
When our enemies bequeath us forgiveness.
Only then can we wash away the blood
And bandage the victim.

Sometimes, I wonder.
I wonder if the people of this world
Appreciate anything.
Appreciate what they have.
Appreciate what they see. What they hear. What they sense.
I wonder if people that are more Fortunate than I
Appreciate what they are able to Experience.
They can Experience the things that I cannot
and I wonder if they take those Experiences for granted.
I wonder if they Appreciate them as I would.
Because you can bet money that I most certainly would.

It’s funny how people can change
Time grows longer and friends grow apart
Love that appeared as strong as diamond
Crumples like leaves in autumn under your boot.
Children become adults
Adults become elders
Elders become dirt.
A people that once had pure dreams
Turns to corruption and is up in arms
Over colored paper.
Persons that once had a whole lot to believe in
Decide to believe in nothing at all.
And those who thought they had no one on their side
Choose to leave their own side as well.
And then the end begins.

A despair for the soul.
An agony for the mind.
A solemn grave.
A sad cry for eternity.
A scraped and scarred joy.
An abandonment from friends.
A meaningless moan.
A scornful sadness.
An unheard call.
Blankness everywhere.
This is loneliness.

I keep hitting backspace
But I only want to move forward
With you
The problem is I don’t know how

I want to make you see
See that I’m all you need
Well maybe not all you need
But I can get you everything else you do

Run away with me
Move to New York, Boston, anywhere really
We’ll ride trains & planes & magic carpets
Just to get there together

I’ll love you till the end of time
When both our bones have rotted
Our skin nonexistent
But our memories float in the air

Kiss my skin and leave marks like ink
I’ll hold you close to me & just breathe
We’ll crave each other’s voices
And reach in the dark for hands & hair & love

In my eyes you’re perfect
And this may sound cliché
But it’s all true
And I think of you everyday

So I will stop hitting backspace
And type my feelings here for you to read
Because maybe one day you will see
That I really am all that you need

Is it strange to wish
that you had someone to miss?

I want the opportunity
To leave this hellhole
Leave this place and discover
My real home
To sometimes laze around productively
To meet someone I can truly fall in love with
And not just settle for

I want a chance
To pick and choose where my life goes
To show the world
What I can [and will] do
And live each moment only pleasing myself
And those worthy of pleasure

I want the freedom
To ***** up on my own
And not feel bad about it
For just once
To take responsibility
And pay with punishment or reward
For my actions
To gain courage and character

But we don’t always receive what we want. Only what we deserve.

O why hello! A bird sits upon the
Ledge. He says to me, “Do not worry, friend,
I am here, let us chat.” So we converse,
The feathery friend and I, and as we
Chat walks by a cat and joins. He come from
The east and leave toward the west. “Goodbye
Our friend,” I and Bird say. He will return
Tomorrow and the next day and again.
O sweet holy grail from which I sip
My bliss. You are but the one thing I find
In this house full of packed up ugly crates.
I have no need of other things but my
Great cup of Christ; never empty from me.
My friends will be gone. God, don’t let this cup
Pass from me. I speak with no one in this
Small, young-peopled, loud spirited, crazed town.

Discovering a gem like you
Was like drawing in a crisp, sweet breathe
Of the air on a cold winter morn,
When you can witness the heat escaping your lungs
And the chill filling them to the brim.

You were so unique and astounding.
No being could compare.
I was lost in your eyes for a moment, wandering.
And then I was gone.

But the sound of your voice brought me back.

I only wish it would last a minute longer.
I only want to give you all of myself and more.
I only desire you, my darling.
If you’ll have me.

I am standing in a barren field.
Water is pouring from the dimmed sky.
The moon is nowhere visible.
I undo my jacket and let it fall to the grass.
The rain penetrates my thoughts.
I welcome the chilling, suffocating wind,
Feel it thrashing against
My stiff, revealed limbs.
Instantly I wish this water was fire.
I wish my heart would stop
I wish my body would turn to dust
I wish I was gone. I wish I was non-existent.

All around me is Darkness
Everywhere.
It is calm, silent, and cold. But it’s there.
in the corner of my eye
over my head
around my shoulders
Darkness surrounds me.
And then…I see a Light.
A bright, warm light getting brighter and larger
Every second that passes me by…
And then it starts to fade…
It gets smaller and smaller until it is only a speck…
So I start running…running…chasing…
Chasing after the Light, now a speck, getting bigger
A once small speck now a fist sized beam of Radiance!
Running…faster…faster…
Chasing…faster…faster…!
Now crashing through what feels like a glass wall and into the Light!
O what and Immaculate Light it is!
Brighter than anything I have ever seen!
Greater than anything I have ever experienced!
Warmer than anything I have ever felt!
And it embraces me with more love than anyone
I have ever met.

I want to climb inside your head

and take a walk.

Your lips say its empty but I too well

its filled with everything.

I want to find the “nothing,” you say.

To find where the demons live

and stay the night.

Have dinner with them and learn their names.

Leave the next morning, knowing they’ll be okay.