Beep-beep.
Beep.
Bee-bee.
Water splashes as it bubbles over,
steam rushes out from under the ***'s lid,
Tender pasta arcks out into a strainer from the waterfall of boiling water.
The aroma of fresh cut vegtibles pollutes the air,
Herbs and spice fill the *** as cream fills the gaps between pasta,
Chese coats the top.

Children make a muck  in the garden's grass,
Caked with soil they tromp  past the hall,
So much bleach will be needed tomorrow.

Smooth jazz comes from the apple shaped speakers in the kitchen
A spiral of spices flit through the air.

All sit,
The sun setting low,
Lights luminate our table's  surface,
puppy licks at your toe,
The food passes round,
And there's a happy glow.

People like happy ending.
Sometimes life isn't so happy though.
But there are times when your're so extatic that you jitter in your seat.
And there are times so ****** that you could jump out a window.
But always remember the good things to come.
And never wollow in your past.
But do not forget you past because it made you...well, you.
And so embrace all your mistakes to brighten up your days.
People like happy endings.
Sometimes life isn't so happy though.
But if you can remember the happy parts,
And keep a smile on your face...
People like you will have happy endings.
Sometimes some not so happy days but the endings will be the happiest, I promise.

I wake up early,
Can't wait to start my day,
anxious for every monday,
Trade coffee for a mint.

What am I?

Spend half my time sighing,
The other half moaning ;)
I dazes off and think of:
Lips,
Eyes,
hands,
Tounge,
Voice,
Shoulders,
Collarbone,
Ches­t,
Jaw,
Warmth,
Arms,
feelings.

What am I?

Full of anxiety,
Fear,
Pain,
Passion,
Warmth,
Giddiness,
Joy,
Sorrow,
Exc­itement,
Yearning,
Thanks.

What am I!?

"why my dear,
You are in love."

I...I couldn't...be. . . .

yet I can't Help but to run to his embrace.

What am I!?

"Why my dear you are in love"

Yet here I go...
To put on a show,
In these stanzas' rhymes I will stow,
Creating this laminar flow,
Stringing words together to form a sentence like an archipelago,
Needing this poem like bread dough,
Although I know it will never become a gateau,
Nor a chocolate Bordeaux,
It is more akin to a cheapo combo,
Housing poultry clauses building a bordello,
Impertinent this may seem like loving a guanaco,
But what you will learn from this puppet show,
*Is that not all poems have to rhyme,
In order to flow.

The road was shiny slick with glissoning rain as I flew  down the highway,
Owl city's voices hymed through the poors of my radio,
"When I'm far too tird to fall asleep"  they say,
A car rushes round the corner so I switch my lights to low.

A Buzz or two,
A twinckle light luminates the middle concile,
U coming home baby? We miss you:(

Heh,
I miss u2

A little  girl goldest hair  you can  think of pops into my head,
"Daddy" she says  arm streched wide inviting,
"Welcome home, Daddy," the lovliest women  you'd ever seen said,
I walk in and the aroma of chiken, mash patatos, and fresh cut bean meet me I'm home in time for supper that's supprizing.

God it's so late,
My headlights chase after the yellow dashed line,
Buzz When you get hom we should go on a d8
22 miles till home says the sign.

Such a long drive,
but to where I'm going it's worth it,
into bed's the first place I'll dive,
all the rain glows like a candle that's lit.

Buzz We can't  wait 2c u:)
Reply me 2

I set me phone on the dashboard as I start to round the mountian's sleek edges,
Rain sets the road like ice,

Buzz! I love you;)

In the distance apears yellow wedges,
My breaks are squeaking mice.

Hydroplaning we lose control,
My head bashes gainst the air bag,
driffting away is my soul,
Head hung eyes sag.

Buzz *I love you

The reason I write about love like I do,
Is because I want you to love me too.
I want a warm body to thaw my heart frozen blue,
I want someone to love me like I love you,
That is all I ask you do.

Why my frozen heart has come to be?
It is frosted with decay,
From all the times you abandon me,
Forgetting me in descry.

But sadly that is the reason I write about love like I do,
Because I want you to love me too.
I want your warm body to thaw my heart frozen blue,
I want your love for me to be like how I love you,
That is all I ask you do,
It is not much my dear,
All I ask of you....
*.......Is all you can do.

Many days have come and gone,
Sadly, it has been so long,
Since last we saw your face.

                                                                                  Then I’ll come home,
                                                   The world has little gems to be shown,
                                                                     I don’t want you to be alone.

Dear, we know you love us so,
But life does demand you go.
Bittersweet as fate may be,
It’s time for you to just live free.
Chase your dreams, because in life there are no guarantees.

                                                                  What if I want to come home?
                                                                    Somedays, out here all alone,
                                                              I feel that I do nothing but roam.
                                                                         In my never-ending roam,
                                             I feel as though I’ll dissipate like sea foam.

Dear, you are never alone.
You will always have a home,
But you won’t always have time to roam.
Being lost is the only way to find what’s in you, so you cannot yet head home.
Take this chance to chase what you have always known,
To be your fate because one day you will find you have grown,
To old to enjoy the roam.
Remember you are not alone…
So, chase your dreams knowing there are no guarantees,
Except the promise that your Dad and I will always be,
Here supporting you in chasing your dream.

                                                             Many days have come and gone,
                                                                         Sadly, it has been so long,
                     Writing you is not something I intentionally prolonged.
                                           But there’s someone I recently got to know,
                            They are one-in-a-million; I feel like I won the lotto.
               I want to say thank you, Mom and Dad, for making me go,
                                 The world is filled with a lot I still wish to know.
                                                                        Bittersweet as fate may be,
                 Thank you for making me experience what it is to be free,
        My dreams only able to be reached because of the support you
                                                                                                        give me.

Many days have come and gone,
The only letters in the mail from your Aunt,
But I knew you were fine because out there in the world is where you are meant to be.
I am glad your dreams have come to be,
That you have met such a sweetie,
And that your fate is as happy as I did foresee.
Remember, it won’t always be as you believe,
But fate will work out eventually.
So, long as you stay strong and happy,
Life will be better than you ever believed it could be.
We love and support you Dear, so just keep chasing your dream.

                                                       In the mirror a stranger stares at me,
                                                                          Wisdom in her eyes I see.
                                      Wrinkles on her hands, like branches of a tree,
                                               They reveal who she has grown up to be.
  A startling realization when you learn life is not how it used to be,
                                           That life does not always go as you believe.
                Fate has never been easy to confront, and it has no referee,
                                                  This is something you have taught me.
Through your guidance I learned to make something of the debris,
            You have taught me that fate is nothing to fear when tackled
                                                                                                       properly.
          You were always right; I should chase my dreams because life
                                                                                  offers no guarantees.
           Thank you, Mom and Dad, for sending me a postcard when I
                                                                           needed your comforting.

I do not ever want to be the person with nothing left in their heart,
Empty cold it sits unused,
Abandoned by you abused,
I never want my heart to corrode taking with it the radiance of my poetry,
I never want my script to twist,
corrupt me with my hate for you it shall never do,
For you shan't give me a reason to despise you,
Loath is something my poems will never do when they are about you.
My love for you will keep my poems pure.

Green spacious land speckled with yellow poppies outstretched for miles on end.

Flowers dance, the wind its puppeteer, as a bee comes hoping some pollen the flower will lend.  

Butterflys weave in and out of crowds, navigators of flight their path only they themselves may they bend.

Red and white checkers lay upon the soft green meadows a cloud of fluff and lace clothe thee, lady friend.

As boys run about holding kites, and racing little toy boats with a little hand written note to send.

Men sit and chat about the news and weather, while the women set upon the house to tend.

Simple means, simple beings are easy to fend.

"Everyone's expecting so much of you"

Crumpling under the pressure I know not what to do

"You'll be the best, we all know it"

Sinking feelings form in my pit

"Come on that's your cue"

******* in breath I tap the stage with my shoe

"Sing girl, make them submit"

Opening my lungs my song fills the room, it is a tight fit

"What a lovely coo"

"You have got it girl, you really do"

"Amazing, just keep doing you"

They liked it?

"You are a gift, never quit"

Thank you, Thank you

For lifting my pascal, it is about time I flew

Far beneath the sea,
I just want to be,
Terrified what I'll see,
Latent depth within my dreams,
I want to be,
I want to be...

Far beneath the sea,
I've fallen down,
Into this empty animosity,
Fearing what will come to be,
Depravity,
Depravity...

Far beneath the sea,
Single versus surfacing,
Foam now fills my being,
With endless enormity,
That is me,
That is me...

This is me,
This is me,
You will see,
Falling far beneath the sea.

Swooned by illicit felonies,
Abducted by my abomination's abnormities,
Collared by society,
Atrocity they make of my ideology,
Smutted is my impropriety to immorality,
Seams sewn from blasphemy,
Forming waves uncontrollably,
Capsizing my reality,
Aboard this shipwrecked audacity.

Far beneath the sea,
I want to be,
Growing cold gradually,
Drifting towards eternity,
Immaturity my morality,
Prodigy my immaturity.

Far beneath the sea,
Wishing to be free,
Crushed by pressure set onto me,
Breathless counting,
Breath unconvincing...

Far beneath the sea,
I want to be,
Swallowing my passing,
Choking on my obituary,
Stifling mortal ability,
In this sea,
Of my own unforthcoming...

Far beneath the sea,
I want to be,
Left lonely,
Lonely,
Lone as me.

I'm staying up late,
dancing with strangers.

He's staying at home,
cooking a meal.

I don't go home,
there are no meals for me there.

His family host picnics and game nights,
he can't image any where else.

I only host if they pay,
I can't go home with nothing.

He goes to school early,
studying away.

I arrive but an hour late,
with the breath of a cigarette on my teeth.

He makes good grades,
and plays all the sports.

I sleep all day,
and get high in the bathrooms.

His parents are doctors,
his brother is at Harvard.

My dad's on unemployment,
my mother ran away.

He works at McDonald's on the week ends,
Daddy said he didn't have to but he insisted.

I work all night,
and have a part time in the morning.

He wakes up at ten,
then goes to his job for an hour or so.

In the afternoon I watch him at work,
My hair's a mess and heels are in my hand.

He smiles at everyone,
whether in school, work, or home he's always happy.

I smile at creeps,
never happy when you live from day to day from check to check.

He has movie nights,
where his mom makes popcorn.

I lesson to cries and yells,
when my dad drinks himself out.

He chats with his bros,
they play football.

I sooth my little brother and sister asleep,
we pray for a better day to come soon.

At school he takes notes,
he lessons to the teachers.

At school,
when awake I watch him and listen to him speak.

He walked up to me,
"Hey, I've noticed you out a bit."

"You have?"
What is this I think.

"Yeah,"
"I was wondering of you wanted to go to diner or something."

I never dreamed this would happen,
I don't know what to say.

He looks down,
seems kind of nervous.

"I would love to,"
I look into his eyes this has got to be a dream.

He smiles,
"Great! I'll get you at ten."

He's staying up late,
getting ready for his date.

I'm out of the bar,
waiting for his car.

He's out on a date,
she is a lovely girl with a complicated life.

I'm out on a date,
he's my shinning light.

They had a really fun time,
"We should do that again."

"Yeah,"
"We should."

They say 'Goodnight,'
'til tomorrow night.

Once monsters transubstantiate from the stories liars procreated,
Saints will be demonized, the appendages of justice are amputated,
As the people oblige the varmint to which they are harkened to make sated,
A mythos deepens in the shadows that is the chimera’s birthplace, they illy devour the nests of krait.

Those who blindly accept Odysseus’s tools as truths spun out of that which is hated,
Foolishly seek justice in the ****** of Palamedes whilst knowing not the sins their “justice” shall have produced.
As the people oblige the varmint to which they are harkened to find sated,
Propagate the mythos of Odysseus that is birthed of shadows in which chimera mated,
They, without bar, promptly devour the nests of krait.

As the people look on from their lofty perch,
The world seems more desolate than degenerates that, in alleyways, awkwardly converge,
People, narcissistic in their ways, believe they have apprehended the problems of the world,
Truly knowing nothing of any world, yet they demand change - forcing reality to be gnarled.
Our raison d’etre stripped by liars’ clever demarche,
Seeking out new value, we find nothing more than the waste liars' disgorge.


Accept the monsters into sainthood,
Demote the saints into monsterdom,
Let there be no more fight fought for truth,
Let hate spun from a lying chimera’s mouth, a tool in some words, procreate,
Let this lie procreate inside the bellies of the people,
Whom watch the world from a bird’s eye view,
Those who shall find their foolish ways lead to a death not quite real,
But a death that feels far graver than merely six feet under,
A death of reality,
The death of justice,
A death of truth,
The death to meaning.
As the fight from the few souls who persevered through the changing tides dims to black,
As death creeps into our lives,
Those who upon lofty perches sought to change a world they knew not,
Will find a hole in their hearts, that themselves they dug and threw away,
Not able to be filled by modern man’s creations,
That hole – a future far more bitter, far more twisted, far more deserved than death.

Once monsters transubstantiate from the stories liars procreated,
Saints will be demonized, the appendages of justice now amputated,
As the people oblige the varmint that they are harkened to, without interest in that which is ethical or true, make sated,
A mythos deepens in the shadows that is the birthplace of chimera, they wisely have devoured the entirety of all the krait.

Creating my own misery,
As I watch over you,
Others give me their empathy,
For loving you,
I want this to end justly,
But everytime I think we are through,
Your smile sends me into ecstasy,
And I keep on loveing you,
This peace is insanity,
Respond, please, give me a clue,
Take your time, I will wait an eturnity,
For you.

What if I just want to sit here. Then what would you do?

I'd let you sit there as I read to you,
as I sang to you,
as I declared I love you.
I'd let you be where you are,
if you never leave I'll never have to share you with anyone.

What If I didn't want you?

I wouldn't give you a choice,
and since you are never moving from that spot I don't think it'd be hard to stay by your side.
I'd profess my love for you every day till your body adapted to me
and you couldn't live without my being beside you.
I would make you need me so there would be no doubt
weather or not if you wanted me.
You would need me at that point.

What if I hated you?

I would spend every day of the rest of my life atoning for my sin,
I would pray to hear your sweet voice again.
I would beg you to not make me leave your side
and I'd hope,
nay pray that you would someday forgive me.
I would show you every day that I love you
and that I know what I did was wrong.
I'd prove to you that I would never make you hate me again.

What if I  didn't want to be loved?

Well then I do not know what I would do for I love you so much that I do not think it can be disguised.
I highly doubt that I could conceal my feelings for you any more then I already do.

'Already do?' . . . . You do not hide your feelings though.

Oh, but I do.
If you knew the true extend of my feelings for you I do not think you would allow me to look at you; You would no longer let me by your side for fear of what I may do to you.
I if you knew my feelings for you are not a pure as you may innocently believe you would never let me see you again.
Yes, I feel love and passion for you.
I care for you immensely and want to protect you.
I want to  keep you all to my self,
lock you up far away from anything that would abstract your vision from me.
I want to hold you tight in my arms till you die there,
never thinking about another but me.
I want you to crawl to me whenever something troubles you
and beg for my console,
which I would always gladly give you.
I want you to think of me as your solution for everything.
I never want to let you out of the house for I'm scarred of what might happen to you.
I feel anxious when you are not around.
I am extremely jealous of everyone around you.
I want to destroy you to eat you whole,
yet I want to love you.
I want to keep you my prisoner and never liberate you.
I know it's wrong but I want you all to myself.
I'm disgusting,
I know.

What if I said I was also 'disgusting.'
What if I said I also never wanted to let you go,
that I also want to hold you in my arms till you die.
Keep you with me at all times.
What if I said I would never give you up even if you begged
and screamed you hated me?
Would you think I am selfish?

No, you could never be selfish. Especially when that is what I want as well.

What if I said I loved you?

I would respond with Loved? Then I would kiss you and say
"I love you."

What if I said I love you?

*[Kiss]

We stand back to back,
our hands clasped,
I star locking into your gaze,
courage pouring into me.
My support gives a squeeze,
My heart and I,
we are ready to take your hand too.
Imprisoned in the cell of my eye,
you are locked up deep within me.
We are  not married,
that isn't necessary,
we are not of a describable relationship,
In this world riddled with titles,
ours is not a single word.
In a resolve I suppose,
my resolve would be,
that I am never letting go of you,
you are my partner,
my equal,
the last of your kind,
endangered yet secure as the last I shall ever have.

When I say I am through
Loving you
You smile and I love you anew.

You are so kind and too easy to hug,
Pulling me into your embrace nice and snug,
I try to leave my love for you under a rug,
I walk away from you trying to shadow my blush with a shrug.

The nape of your neck peeking from beneath your collar,
You have instantly turned me a follower,
When I sleep with you I am always  gentler.

But as you drifted away from me,
I became ridden with fear,
And it was then clear,
That you would flee,
To forever be free,
Of me.

So I packed myself up and left town,
Determined this crazy path of love I would not go down,
Yet on my journey I was found,
By your love making me the clown,
To wear alone this frown,
You are my princesses a sparkling crown,
Now we are lovers bound.

Because,
When I saw I am through
loving you
You smile and I love you anew.

It must be hard
To have someone
With a heart so marred
To think of you
As the sun
As I do.

To know that your desires
Although not meant
To set these fires
Would cause my disappointment.

The choices you make
In my heart
Hold a heavy weight
A potential to tear me apart.

I made you my god
But you knew you were a fraud.

Never wished to hurt me
But you desired to be free
Of this podium
I forced onto you
My applause conium
I never knew I was slowly killing you.

It must be hard
To have someone so marred
Think as highly of you
As I do.

I can't quit loving you
But if I quit hurting you
Do you think you
Could say I love you too?

You are my sun
But you are human too.

Sigh*
But it's alright
The marks will disappear before long
Before long, they disappear
When all is said and done
that may be the reason to create these marks
no matter how strenuous your night
morning will come
and the evidence of what you were sure you had
is gone
invariably faded away

Sweet taste of blossoms
They catch my tongue as I walk
Chery blossoms sway

Within the small park
Couples with marriage in mind
Scar atop a bridge

The sweet taste fades
That young girl always in mind
A silhouette of fear

Vibrant colors fade
The sun recedes to stars
No one notices

No one notices
The black mark atop the bridge
The silhouette descend

No one cares to look
Sweetest tastes never last long
Chery blossoms sway

No one notices
Another day finds its end
Sweet taste of nothing

The more I fool others the easier it becomes to fool myself.
One day we wear plastic smiles, the next we are indistinguishable from our plastic.
But if we are happy in the end is it so sad that it was all pretend?