. . .

Late at night
In what some might call the witching hour
Close your eyes
Let waters fall lightly on your neck
Under heat
May you feel
What screams you think are screamed dissipate
Feel, only
Hear no words
No words will trespass the line
Separating you and I
So two hands will have to do
Phantoms of time lost touch you
Do they remind you

Of the one, most haunting?
No ill will, no poison
Deletes love
Faith, I ask of you -- I manage whispers
Through static
Open your eyes

Tomorrow
While running around your day to day
May you find
The forever in love gone that's saved
As your fear
Palpitates
Warm memories flood through Winter's grave
Breaking peace
Into your war
Close faithfully forlorn eyes
Their dark delivers our tide
To our hidden coast again
Mute words from the black ocean
Written in the sand

Of the one, most haunting?
No ill will, no poison
Deletes love
Faith, I ask of you -- I manage whispers
Through static
Open your eyes

Can you
Keep the void connected and still move?

. . .

I have thought the worst thoughts a human being can think,

And they are;

"I hate myself"

and

"I want to die"

Love is patient
Love is kind
I think love
Should also be blind

It shouldn't matter your gender
It shouldn't matter your race
It shouldn't matter your class
The fact that it does is a disgrace

If you take a glance
At the world as it spins
These start to matter less
As the change begins

Your gender shouldn't matter
Or your ****** orientation
The color of the skin
There shouldn't be discrimination

Whether you're a boy
Who loved a girl
Or a boy who loved a boy
Or some other type of gender swirl

So let love do
It's own little thing
And see what a blinded bliss
Can easily bring

a puff of smoke escaped his lips as he leaned against the balcony
the stars glowed and the city was loud with night goers
his hand stroked through his hair while the other hand tapped the cigarette on the edge of the stone anxiously

tap, tap ,tap

"you're going to die if you keep doing that."

her voice pierced through the night
turning around, he saw her standing at the large window, watching him pull the cig up to his mouth, and back down over the balcony

"that's the point, darling."

her puzzled expression tightened as she walked over to him and pulled the cigarette from his hand, dropping it off the balcony and watching it fall to the ground

"i'm not losing you"

the anxiety in her voice was obvious and her body clearly convulsed with panic
she leaned against his shoulder and kissed the side of his arm
gently, he pulled her long sleeve down and placed the pale skin in the yellow light, illuminating the red welts that stuck up

"you're going to die if you keep doing that"

repeating her words in a soft tone
he pulled her into his arms and caressed her hair
releasing her, he pulled out two cigarettes and a lighter

**"want to speed up the process together?"

Many will prove themselves worthy if you give them a chance. Trust them and let them rise to your feelings. It can be hard not to immediately write people off. I used to trust everyone, until I realized that you can't. It took me a long time to realize you have to guard yourself. People are so fascinating - they have histories,
stories,
traumas,
pain,
traits,
vices,
virtues,
love affairs,
sleepless nights,
values,
hobbies,
habits,
failures,
flaws,
and memories.
It is difficult for me not to want to get to know almost everyone I come across. This certain seeking quality about myself gets me into an awful lot of problematic scenarios. I often end up in the crossfire of many situations that never really involved me in the first place. I've met an awful lot of individuals, but only a handful who looked at me and saw what I don't see. This phenomena is a great source of inspiration to me. Sometimes I feel like "what you see is what you get" and there's nothing more to me than what I portray to others in order to convey the qualities I'd like them to believe. Being mysterious is a haven to me. I figure if nobody ever really knows who I am, I am safe and they can't hurt me. Yet this has proven itself untrue. Do I even know myself? Often times, the answer is no - and that's why it blows my mind when people seem to have that certain knowing look and they see all the things I bury deep, things I'm afraid to show like weaknesses and failures. These people remind me that I have potential and I'm not as bad as I think I am.
People who see you - really see you for who you are - are very rare, but worth waiting for. They see past the masks, fronts, and facades you've learned to put on and they understand the things you've always wanted people to understand without you having to explain.
They get it.
Hold onto those people.
They are the way to success and happiness and true friendship.
Post-conventional thinking will always outweigh earthly expectations.
**** everything that isn't fulfilling.
Life is something rules shouldn't be imposed on where they don't need to be.
Open your eyes.