I want everyone to know that life isn't what it seems
Take pleasure in the little things
Keep the your spark alive day by day
And soon the world will take your breath away

Repeatedly I say
“I am okay, I am okay”
I know there is no worry
No sorrow, nor pain
or quite anything to gain

there is no luck
or fear, nor strife
things are rigid and bland

boring and ordinary
but that makes life
extraordinary

the little, the meager
the things that
leave you eager

simple, and strange
even the deranged
makes me crack a grin

looking at the future
working mysteriously
and leaving curiously

become an empty shell
and let everything
collapse and meld

forget things
move forward
dont hesitate
on the awkward

forgive and solve issues
clean bad blood
and keep things pure
and mature

dont linger
on the past
lets things fly fast

confusion is your
best friend
keep it close
and be a good host

stay empty
cause then you
are nothing
no one to bother
or smother

The feeling of your words on my skin,
Is so addicting,
I feel your words corse through my body,
And mend with my white blood cells,
As if a cancer that'd I wouldn't dare treat.
The consonants settle in my fingers and toes,
And the vowels and "Q" go straight to my lips,
Making me virtually speechless,
As I jabber gibberish and tongues.
I feel your verbs in my limbs,
Like an energy that makes me seem supernatural.
I see your nouns float from your mouth,
And sink to the ground,
In order of relevancy from closest to farthest.
I hear your adjectives chirp,
Like songbirds at dawn,
And I whistle back,
Just so I can hear their reply.

Our dreams do not mix well
mixing purple and green only
makes brown.

The painting would be dull.
Over time our dreams may
change colors

Evolving to red and yellow
to glow orange and never fade.

Experiences will provide vibrancy
in our lives. Situations  have the
ability to bring us back together.

Until then my love will whisper
so my screams will not keep you
from pursuing your dreams.

she whispers words I've read,
she sings them in my head,
she dangles truth and tells me lies,
and I dance for her after every time,

and we are okay,
because she says she's mine,
I sway,
she pines,
and we do this all the time,
she shakes me,
and I find her laugh can wake me,
just as every lie could break me,
and it's madness,
this sadness,
but she says it's
love,
but I don't know how to tell,
there are days I skim this hell,
and I wonder of another heaven,
where the sickness of your mind,
actually leaves you well,
this is my heaven,
it just happens to be mostly dark,
and only sometimes light.

but you make me feel
                                      
                                          BRIGHT.VISIBLE.WANTED.

I'VE NEVER BEEN WANTED.

*you call this love but I can't tell.