I will pour myself
like coffee in your morning cup
and tickle your nose
with my greeting aroma
I will wisp my steam
through your nasal passages
stimulating your system
of sluggish nerves
I will listen to you,
  my favorite song,
keeping beat with my heart,
harmonizing with your hum,
lulling me to sweet oblivion
I will forgive you
as one forgives oneself
because we are human,
vulnerable and feckless
  lonely and restless;
I will lay beside you
all season until sunrise
when light peeks through shade
and fire burns in our eyes
I will fall deep down
the well in your iris
and find myself inside
  guiding us both
towards essential growth,
to intertangle like vines

When will my
                Weakness become strength,
How do       I become stronger than my
                Hopelessness ,
Yearning      for the peace that
                 Yielding would bring.

Here I am again..  This place is always ending.. I never really get to meet or talk to anyone here..  The moon has left for another.. This planet is leaving also..  There is no sound only music.  This chaos use to scare me to no end when I was a kid..  But now I see a beauty in the end itself..  I suppose this dream is trying to tell me something..  That it is alright for things to end..  Many of the people here are not crying or screaming in fear.. They are leaving in some form of rapture my mind conjured up.. Some smile while they leave and others have no emotion in their eyes.. They seem to know that it is time to leave..  Im still afraid to leave with them.. But I find myself wanting the chaos to take me..  I awaken................

Slide to unlock you command
I do so with a sleight of hand
Enter passcode you demand
I press four digits, and up pops your brand.

I check my apps, play some games,
Update, mail, and Facebook old names
Shuffle my music, delete and reply
All the while asking myself "why?"

I'm a consumer gone mad.
The world turns and I'm sad
People die every day, in such horrific ways,
Yet I slide and unlock, and do as commanded.

After all I'm a human re-branded.

My heart has never been one piece;

I’ve left bits in places and people

for safekeeping or declaration.

So you didn’t break it.

You never even had the chance. 

But don’t think for once second —

it didn’t hurt when you tore 
a piece too big for yourself 
and left my ****** heart half out my chest

the things I wanna see
the things I wanna be
the fragrance and what seems to appear
when my mind creates what isn't there
just look away and feel no despair
i'll never be anything to "you"
no that I know you, I actually have no clue

and my mind will rot away,
discovering more to know less
what I dine for is never sane
at least for you, your at one point quenched
but for me, the drive is from getting lost
I always thirst for more

out of ignorance once I bore
a cup of sand I once held
the gratitude I had was hidden from my conscience
but one day I stumbled upon a beach
the sand in my hand
no longer the same for me
I tried dropping the sand into its place
I observed a rejection of tension
I switched what was in my cup
I couldn't bear no more
I need a sand box
I need more
even if I owned one though
it could only be no more to me
this pattern of reality
it crinkles me as I can't live without it

Why do i still care is probably too simple a question
it implies an easy answer like “her eyes” or “her smile”
but it isn’t that
it’s not love at least not yet i’m too young
so it isn’’t that
think think think
there’s been other girls
four in fact
but what did they not have?
what were they missing
what made them Roseline and not Juliet
does “it” exist? it’s possible i guess
maybe nothing tangible could account for what i’m feeling
i doubt it but it’s a possibility
So what is it?
Seriously(tension builds)
Maybe it’s because you still care
sure I only know because of the grapevine
but i’ll just assume it still counts


I refuse to believe im the Pip to your Estella
I’d like to believe I have too much pride for that
Pride pride pride
maybe that’s the answer
I messed you up pretty good the first time
but then again you did win round 2
so maybe it’s just a game
a game my mind is just set on finishing


Maybe you’re just evil
crazy i know
really crazy
lunatic crazy
but still is it that crazy a thought?
you say you love me when you don’t
you say you don’t love me when you do
you say you miss us
but somehow “I” am not included


Maybe I have simply ruined you for myself
I’ve built you up in my head
to be something you simply can not live up to
It’s hard to explain but to me at least in my mind
you are a different type of “perfect”
Flawed in all the right ways
proficient where it really matters
In my head you don’t make mistakes
In my head you choose me first so you don’t regret it later
In my head you act rationally
In my head I create fake things


So to answer my question I must decide on an answer
and i choose all of them
because that’s life
that’s what it is
you’ll meet a girl who you feel is perfect for you in every way
except for the fact that she isn’t
and it won’t make sense
and it will drive you crazy
and you’ll write some stupid poem at a late hour trying to find an answer to your question
until you realize it doesn’t matter
because you’re young and she’s young
because there are mistakes to be made
nights to be forgotten
people to meet
places to see
and all the while there is time to sit down
to really ponder and finally come to the conclusion
that You
yes You
are not the one I end up with

"Maybe just a little taste
Is that too much to ask?

A little taste of love tonight
I'll take it in a flask.

Seems to me my luck runs out
They never seem to stay.

Once dawn breaks on high
I stand in disarray.

I pick up my heart and climb the stairs
waiting for new love.

Maybe just a little taste
I'll take it in a hug."

What is this feeling
Of satisfaction, of comfort, of content?
What is this feeling
Of peace, joy, ease
A sense of balance

The ambience. My state of mind
All revolving simultaneously in harmony
Like a cool Summer's breeze in the afternoon
Like the spring air early morning
The stillness
The tranquillity
Right before Birds take flight and the City wakes.

The tiniest speck of dust
The first drop of rain
My senses magnified
My consciousness awakens
The allure and artistry in every living thing
The vastness is breathtaking but intimidating

To cast my eyes open to even a speck of
such magnificence, such splendour
leaves me high on ecstasy
How do I encompass the richness of the gardens
The gardens which no words can do justice

It is with you my Lord
Your mercy, Your blessings, Your will
Your majesty, Your Love, Your guidance
Only you.




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