Pots with feelings littered here
Some with courage, others fear
The day we know will draw so near...
But death is certain, crystal clear.

Pots with cracks will herd their steer,
And, from the cracks, eyes peek and peer
The un-chipped *** just cannot see
Through imperfection, we find beauty.

The gentle apathy
Which, up to now,
Had carried me
So softly through the forest here
Abruptly stopped when you drew near.
I couldn't help but be interested
In everything you'd do.
The world had grown old on me,
But somehow it seems so new
But only around you.

starry night
bring your light
be
the lighthouse
for
the
songbirds of flight

I tried to send myself love notes
At first I informed the darkest parts of me that I was built on light and compassion
That my remedies were found in the depths of my imagination and to save the world someday
Safe to say I was having a hard time saving myself and I still am

My life is built off impulse and coin flip pragmatism
Now I send myself to sleep at a reasonable hour
Now I leave sticky notes that say “remember to drink water.”
All with the intention to never stop striving to be a better me
Something that until now was ludicrous
Preposterous
Ridiculous
Don’t aim that high you’re scared of heights
You’re scared of falling
You’re scared to die but that noose was calling
Let’s go for a ride
Shotgun then off to paradise

Nowadays I say I’m fine
I still wear my heart on my sleeve
My scars and improper melody
My faults and coffee stained morality
But I’m finally me
Finally living even if silently I shiver because sometimes reality speaks in course tones and I’m still raw
Yet still breathing and not so lost
Still wandering with a smirk
Aloof trying to bury my curse and earth seems to be the sweetest berry
I’ve enough cavities already
But with a sweet tooth like mine I can’t help but go for a second helping

Maybe he's still alive, that sullen guy
who crept out of the abyss like a moth
and before we even knew the depth,
he saw light and chased every ray.

The beautiful girl unbeknownst by touch,
slided,skated and glided on words
and the two of them flew on lexical wings,
afraid of falling from the heat that was love.

Guy and girl, found one another's arms,
Fought against an avalanche of cold snow,
they held each other against the mountains.

Love soon discovered it was labelled love,
And as my heart awoke to thoughts of you,
suddenly your heart became a guiding light.

what is
our
inheritance
when
blind souls
capture the spirit
and
do
acts of kindness
for
the
love of humanity

Sometimes i wanna melt that heart i have for you and swim in the ocean
But you cant swim
Sometimes i wanna burn myself into the fire but you not a fan of the heat.