You're so bad at hiding feelings.
But this you hide from me.
You stopped wearing your heart
On your sleeves for me to read.
Now I have to ask.

Maybe you're not hiding
And I'm the one in love.
I promised I wouldn't fall for you
And crash into your timid heart
With nothing to break my fall.

I'd feel your heartbeat
Shaking me like an earthquake
And I wouldn't know
If you're infatuated Or afraid.
We both don't understand you.

But all I know for sure is this
That It has nothing to do with me
Because I fell in love with a sad girl.

One day you'll meet a guy
Who'll tell you you're beautiful
And you will believe him
More than you did me.

We're Passively going with the flow
With the resonating notion
That "maybe I should be  
more like me
And less like you "

But nobody allows it
And it takes a faith
That you won't find in church
'Cause even Christians love you
Only to change you

So Destroy the subliminal slavery
And this we'll begin to see:
That Conformists will be lost
And Indiviuals will be Free

They will flourish
From every end of the earth
Doing whatever it is they desire
Without transgressing what is right.

This would be our souls' freedom
But we're outnumbered by them,
Them that are afraid of being free
Knowing well they'd really be lost.

Listen to his words
You'll know who he wishes to be
Watch him live
And you'll know who he is.

If you find
That who he is
And who he wishes to be
Is the same person

Consider yourself fortunate,
You have found a genuine soul.

If i could tell you about her
And I think I should..
I would say that she's a waterfall.
And although most would see that in her hair
I see it in the way her freckles fall from her eyes.
I see her lips stand out bold and red
Like a stone edged into the cliff
And In all her majesty,
She's intimate..
Intimate With herself
And  in seeing that intimacy
I can only imagine that the intimacy might one day be granted to me by another that's like a waterfall..
But I know it won't be her.

We all at times look back at the past to define us
Unconsciously becoming an ever-distant memory
Revived by the constant search for an identity

But what about now?

Where would I really find myself
When I'm constantly hoping to become
And repetatively remembering that I have become?

I'm a human being
Not a human been
Nor a human will be.

I've stopped looking because I am. - Now
and I remember this - Now.
So just BE - Now.

You already are what you want to become
Time just allows you to see it whenever

the other day I picked a flower
It was a long walk home
I like this one because it smells nice
But I don't really like flowers
I don't know it's name
Nor am I aware of its connection to the tree

By the time I got home
It Looked tired.
Didn't smell as nice anymore
It made my journey good though.

But I didn't notice
That it started dying
From the moment I picked it.
It kept its smile and never lost face
And it made it seem okay
To take it along with me
Now it's dead
Because it lied.

Love while it's still an acceptable form of insanity.

Gold erupts violently from her crown
And falls onto her shoulders
Never controlled, her hair amuses me.
I love to see her in her doings..
In action of working on her new stuff
Or fixing the jeans at her ankle
To see her walk upstairs towards me
Or when she throws herself onto the grass


Her every action grants me an image of my absence
And in my emotions I am irresponsible
In my actions I restrain myself heavily
While I overflow with affection

I know she wants to hear it
But this is not the way she's meant to be loved
Not just for moments of my picking
And It's not in shame that I admit I'm not the one.

that I don't use caps
or that i PuT them iN the wrong PlAces
Shakespeare made up 2000 words
But nobody is studying my mistakes.
Or making my bad poem famous.