While briskly walking through a patch of weeds,
My eyes thought they had quickly been deceived,
For as I placed my foot down on the ground,
I saw a flower blooming all around.
A cherry blossom, bright and blooming free,
It’s beauty overflowed with joyous glee.
“How rare”, I said, “this really is a find”,
And then, I thought, what if the plant was mine?
And so, I picked her from her place unknown,
And brought her back to stay inside my home.
I kept her happy, for a while, it’s true.

What happened next always makes me so blue…

Her beauty, so divine, so unrestrained;
She captivated me, no effort made.
Her smell, on par with scents of those Greek gods,
To get my own Goddess, I beat the odds.
She brought me life and happiness, I was
Blessed to have her in my life because
There never was a blossom quite like her,
Such beauty could not spring from putrid earth….
And when she blossomed, I watched in dismay...
My Cherry Blossom fated not to stay.
I loved my flower truly, dearly so,
Her love and care gave me a place to go.
A prime example, perfect specimen,
Revitalizing my flat heart again.

My garden’s empty now, my shades are drawn,
I wish I’d smelled you once, before you’d gone.

You are true to your roots and delicious to boot,
You’re a sweet potato.
No fear to shed skin, to reveal what’s within,
You’re a sweet potato.

Years and years I’ve never fit in and I’ve
Never felt right and I always stuck out and
I learned how to speak for myself, how to shut people
Down before they have time to get down
Up real close and see
The real me.

And now tragedy strikes and I feel all alone,
But not all is lost, I am now on my own
And am getting quite better day after day,
I find that it’s easier to smile these days.
And then you come along, you delicate treat, and
You flip, trip, and sweep me right off of my feet and I
Usually always can keep my balance but
Now I can’t help but fall down.
But I see now that you’ve stuck around.
You’ve bagged me and tagged me,
You’re taking me home, and I
Just simply cannot wait.
Can we go to concerts and movies and drive-ins
And dances and nightclubs and can we go hiding
Around in the dark just to find one another again?
But it won’t be the same, will it then?
Nothing can compare to that warm, glowing stare
That you gave me when you had my sweater on.
There’s no one that it could look better on.

This is all so ridiculous, crazy, not planned,
But aren’t those the best things around these here lands?
It’s fast, it’s exciting, it’s scary, and yet…
I don’t want a life that’s devoid of it.

There’s something about your hair.
There’s something about your eyes.
There’s something about you, sweetness,
That I’d like to make all mine.
How could you have been here this whole time,
Right under my nose and I had never known
That a goddess, a genius, my dream girl had seen
Me from afar and saw something that she liked.

I’m clumsy, not skinny, I’m awkward and weird,
But I don’t feel a need to hide it.
Because I know you’ll just stand beside it.
Hold my hand and be there to guide it along on
Wherever this twisted road takes us.
And I smile when I hear or say, “us”;
Even though we just met, I feel like I’ve known you
For a long, long while.
It’s easy to make you smile…
It’s easy for me to smile when I hear your voice or
Look at your face and I can’t believe my luck.

I don’t care if it rains, because all I need is to hear from you
And everything feels like sunshine.
I’ve struck gold, diamond, oil, I’m rich with
Deep conversations to come over coffee.
Whipped cream and sugar and talking.
I’ve read many books but I can’t remember the last time
I’ve been so interested in a novel like this.

Your brain is a book, your prose on it’s pages.
Can I add to your Table of Contents?

We look upon the water and we see-
Among the sticks and twigs of chaos’ reign-
The type of person that we long to be.

The changes undertaken are in vain,
Beneath the surface creatures cry in pain-
We look upon the water and we see

The imperfections; all the things that feign
The other’s interest, if we just became
The type of person that we long to be...

But as our eyes grow tired and necks crane
And as our souls erupt in hatred’s flame,
We look upon the water and we see...

We see, through glasses fogged by pouring rain
The looking glass that lies and causes pain,
The type of person that we long to be.

Our imperfections cloud our views, they reign
Upon us and make misery a game-
We look upon the water and we see
The type of person that we long to be.

Normally, the world keeps its course
And stays on the straight and narrow and
Lines up with the arrow of its trajectory.
Normally, I am a bit more put-together.
Normally, the sun rises from the east,
Sets in the west,
And the leaves fall from the branches in the Fall.
Normally, I am a bit more put-together.

Take your head off your shoulders and
Put it in a hamster ball,
Then place it in the tumble dryer,
Then put the dryer in
Orbit.
That is how I feel every time
I see that smile or that hair, so fine;
Voice like wine that I drink under moonlight;
When I hear that laugh or look at those eyes.
No matter if I am the subject of their gaze or not,
They gleam in the light, as they are jewels.

Surely, you all must know how this feels.
A nightmare – or a dream – it could be.
Vexing are the thoughts that run through my head.
All I know is that my thoughts are like a dryer in orbit.
Normally, they are not so wound up.
Normally, I am more put together.
All I know is I love those eyes and those lips and that
Hair that lays on that skin, so fair.

“Let us go then you and I,
Where the evening is stretched out against the sky”,
And dance the night away until the sun
Catches your eyes again.
You are extraordinary, I know it,
And all I wish to do is just to
Take walks down our sidewalks and
Stargaze under every constellation.

It matters not what constellation we choose,
Because you are the brightest star I can see.

Surely, I must be mistaken.
A person like this is quite honestly
Very hard to find.
All I know is that my head is so dizzy.
Normally, I am much more aligned with the world.
Normally, I am more put-together.
A little cliché, but I love it when that
Hair caresses that skin, so fair.

Normally, my brain works correctly.
Normally, I am well-spoken.
Normally, my thoughts are not spinning and spinning,
Stuck in a dryer in orbit.

The stars are spinning too quickly
For me to keep up with and my thoughts
Are doing the same.

Stuck in a dryer in orbit.

What is love? Is it a catchy song or an
Overused word or maybe just a dream deferred,
A withered word,
A lonely blackbird just pecking at the eyes of the undeserving.

Love’s hatred of me is unnerving.

I suppose self esteem wasn’t my strongest suit,
A beer gut in college, acne to boot,
And with this realization, heartbreak followed sooth,
And my self-image came out all blurry.
Someone left the darkroom in a hurry.
Compliments don’t make sense,
And that’s just my two cents,
But who really wants to hear that?

I’m filled with useless information because my
Only best friend was a screen.
The internet is hot on the scene.
Tumblr kids felt my pain,
But it wasn’t the same.
If cats weren’t so funny, I’d be dead.

Is it really true? I don’t want to admit it.
The truth sets you free, but I don’t think it did it.
The truth that I face kept me down in this place,
Down into a room full of cider.
Desperation climbs higher and higher.
You’re a butterfly, and I’m a spider.
Say you love me?
Nobody likes liars.

I suppose I’m just sore ‘cause I got lucky for a week
And then, like always, my body was swept
Under the rug.

I take life as it comes,
I roll with the punches,
But the punches are getting to be too strong to bear
And I’m sick of depression’s tight grip on my hair.

You don't get to choose if you get hurt in this world,
But you do have some say in who hurts you.

You don't have to convince me you're perfect.
Oh, please - I already know that.
Unique? An understatement, you
Are a diamond in a field of weeds.
Roses are red, violets are blue, but you make me feel
Every color.

Beauty, thy name is you.
Everyone knows it but you.
A simple smile and infectious laugh is all it takes to
Unveil your true inner beauty.
Though, you may just think I have cooties.
I know that you may think I'm silly or dumb, but
**** it - maybe it's part of my "charm."
Underneath this sarcastic wall, you'll find my heart in a
Locker.

Banter – it’s the best part of our conversations.
Even the insults and digs and salt. You’re
A fountain of charm; your beauty effortlessly
Ubiquitous.
Take it from me, there aren’t many people like
You.

Talking to you is like cracking a safe, I don’t know
How to do it. I’d spend years and
Years before I worked up the skill and charm to crack you.

******. That what you are;
A hot ball of fire, divine and intriguing,
My hands very well could get burned, but
Everything would be worth it if I got to hold you.

Is what I’m saying silly?
Sure, but that’s why you like it.

Jazz. That’s what you are;
Eclectic and musical, soft and
Seductive; sweet-sounding and beautiful,
So effortlessly easy to listen to.

Without any effort, you walked into the room
And said, “This is my world now.”
Hurdles are pebbles to you;
Stresses fit in a thimble to you;
Obstacles – nothing to you;
It’s an honour to simply know you.

The way that you smile turns my heart into gold
And my face the brightest red.
Voice like smooth honey, lips soft as satin;
How do you make it look so effortless?
Your nervousness is unwarranted, you're great and you know it;
You needn’t worry yourself.
Your intelligence and beauty and strive pile up
Like the books on all of our shelves.

It seems like I waste all my time and strength,
Just to simply break through.
But you, you – in all of your lovely ways,
It seems so easy for you.
Your eyes simply drown me, even when you
Aren’t around me – what isn’t just easy for you?
You make us all proud,
And we shout it out loud,
“I KNOW her! – does she know YOU?”

Glasses or no, you’re beautiful, though
You make it so easy – you do.
You give us all hope, make us loosen the rope,
And become as well-rounded as you.
Expectations you set, we will reach them yet,
But we can’t make it easy like you.
Smart, gorgeous, electric, and sweet –
Pioneer; trailblazer; that’s you.

As the Earth rotates along it’s axis at a million
Million miles an hour, no one on Earth can feel the speed.
Yet while everyone shuffles past us, I’m moving at a
Billion trillion miles an hour and I love every moment.

At a time devoid of laughter, you make my sides just rip apart,
And you’ve put your hands upon and warmed my cold and frosty heart.
Your voice, I wish, it could be played in my head again and again
But it can’t, so I’ll just wait ‘til I call you again.
I need you to kiss me, because my lips hurt from falling
Head over heels.
All these feels, ****, all these feels.
Tell me, baby, is this really real?
I don’t have much time left and I just can’t sit by and let
Life pass me by, so then why when a long-lost love comes around
Do I sit here and try to convince myself just
To tell her.
**** man, don’t just try and compel her.
Don’t impress or act fake, don’t be something you’re not,
Ask “What Would Will Do?” and then give it a shot,
So I tell her that I have longed for her kiss and her
Hands interlocked within mine makes me grin
Like a *******, a fool, but I don’t care because
She is mine.
She is fine.
Now I put my heart out on the line.
Here I go, no tip-toes, I run straight, don’t look back,
The pulse in my chest feels like a heart attack,
But I calm down and smile when I realize it’s just
How she makes me feel.
My heart and my brain, now on the same page
For the first time, yes, it’s a shock.
People always gave me compliments and told me I was funny,
But I never thought that it would be enough to please you, honey,
So I walked away and sighed and didn’t want to go,
And so now, the water’s won’t be tested with a toe.
I’m diving headfirst, into picnics and dates and
Candy cane kisses at way-past-too-late,
And coffee breath pillow talk, but we just don’t care…
God, do I wish I could just smell her hair.

Of all the inhabitants of this small world,
I just can’t believe that I found you.
Got so lucky to just stick around you.
Music’s our blood and the roads are sheet music
So let’s write our own silly love song.
With your smile, I simply can’t go wrong.
Can we dance in gazebos and see that, these, and then those,
And whatever may come in between.

On top of the world, Titanic-sized love,
Except we don’t hit icebergs, we climb them.

But the road is a dead end.
The raccoons rampage your cooler and
The compass moves no more.
The stars stay in a moving place.
Circumnavigating your home upon
Every hour.
The poor, poor girl wanders the
Desolate halls. Books strewn on the tile.
Where shall she go? What shall she do?
The toothbrush moves redundantly so,
Updown, updown,
Updown.
Free-verse haikus, a figment
Of the imagination. Five-seven-five
Forever.
Molasses spills from every orifice,
The throat's opening blocked by
Slop and gunk.
Will anyone help?
One would like to think so, but
No such luck.

Stare in the mirror and
Comb your hair, your train
Is boarding now.

Indeed I loved her, I’d write to tell,
Hoping she would notice how to her I am kin,
She’d enjoy, then read, then see my hell,
Would see it, then pity, and her heart I would win.

I searched for things to scream and yell,
Watched other’s works, to see her smile in
Light of other’s lines, to tap the well,
Which cool water flows, to quench my thirst again.

But the spring doth run dry, I wanted more of
Other’s beautifully crafted works, though none
Of mine would cause her heart to flutter like a dove.

I had nothing to my work, I was, and wasn’t, done.
But the heart spoke to me and sang its sweet song,
“If you force feelings of love, they’ll all spill forth wrong”.

It’s refreshing to see a breath of fresh air
Out here in this desolate world.
I find it harder and harder to breathe this pollution,
I don’t even have asthma and I’m under attack.

The lights are turned low and I’m starting to feel
All that pressure that movies have branded me with
And I don’t know which girl I should be dancing with
So I never did.

As the disco ball turns, sending squares of light
Over everyones faces, I feel a change.
Something oddly barometric is sending waves into my head,
This doesn’t happen often, it’s so peculiar
That the moment you walk in the doors, your friends
And your loved ones scream for more of your laugh and your
Voice and that smile that cures all diseases and
Gently squeezes and pleases all newcomers, old friends, and
All in between.
Red lipstick parts, shows a pearly white gleam,
My stomach is ready to burst at the seams,
She was made for the 20’s, stuck in 2013,
Finishing sentences, dinners, and drinks,
Movies and beach nights and ice skating rinks.
I’d do anything and everything just to simply
Hold your hand, if only for a minute.
A minute can feel like forever in the right hands.
So why don’t you lend me your right hand,
I’ll guide us both somewhere, nowhere, anywhere,
The where that no one dares to go, the where that
No ordinary people know, the where where all the pretty flowers grow
And I’d pick them all for you.

I’ve always just floated through life, and I passed up
Great memories as I did that but now is the time to
Give up that and make memories that will last
Past forever.

I’ve always sheltered my words to myself, but
Now I can’t stop them from coming.
I’ve always run away from the public’s keen eye but
Now you, you have stopped me from running.
Let’s play a guitar to the beat of our hearts and
Not be afraid to dance in the dark,
See the world from the top of a Ferris Wheel,
Ferris Bueller skips class like my heart skips beat after beat,
I’ll make you pancakes from scratch and nobody
Else is invited to our Breakfast Club.

You wish that you love life was more like a John Hughes flick?
Skip town with our boombox, dance all night to that groove ****.

Technology sits on the highest tower
And smarts prevail at every single place,
The petri dish grows within the hour
And we, so mighty, are the human race.
As our inventions pile far and wide,
Supply decreases, not like our demand.
Our temperature increases like the tide,
Our blood doth boil throughout all the land.
If we were to step back and take a look
At how we acted way back in the past,
We’d stop our babbling, like that of a brook,
And cease our bickering ways, so quick, so fast.
If one stares blankly at, above, the stars,
You’ll find you’re smaller than you think you are.

“A brain.
An athlete.
A basket case.
A princess.
And a criminal.”

Over the years, I have given myself such abuse,
With my great newfound friends, I can really let loose.
What a shame, can’t be lame, there is just no excuse.
I am glad I loosened the noose.
The grip on my hair and my head and my brain was
Becoming too much to take.
Stuck in a rut, so sarcastic and vile, I never thought
That people would like me.
Although I must keep appearances up,
I’m afraid I must be blunt.
A great deal of energy is required
To put up such a front.

There is no one that lives on this great, big Earth
That is a fan of vulnerability.
Behind this exterior, the sarcastic quips,
Lies a lamp, an antique, a great artifact,
A trinket, an heirloom, a gift to the world
Marked “fragile” on its side.

The one with the snort and the smile that kills,
With the tongue made of brass and a heart made of gold,
How could I ever forget you?
The one, innocent and so sweet, but with
A feisty temper –
How could I ever forget you?
The one with the cackle and
Beautiful eyes,
How could I ever forget you?
The one with the wit, beard, and
Effortless charm,
Now how could I ever forget you?
The luscious locks and never-ending
****-talks,
How could I ever forget you?
The jokes and feels and laughs and cries,
It’s home – how could I forget you?

Someone like me is not always loved,
But calling you friends, although;
It has made me effortlessly proud to say
I’m a ******* Mexico.

She was an enigma.
Hard to understand, mysterious and frightening,
Every time I tried to just tell her how I felt, my courage was


Washed away, never to return again until I once
Again worked up the courage to even
Say hello.


The short time we shared lefts its mark on me, and I
Hope you don’t forget me, although it’s fairly
Easy to, apparently.


Oh, heartbreak isn’t so bad once you’ve become
Numb to its feeling. The same way people who frequent the
ER don’t mind the needles and tests after a while.


That kiss. Those kisses.
How could an insignificant action, an action that has no
Actual value anymore, no honor, how could it be


That those kisses made me feel more alive than ever before.
Gone. Gone now.
Oh well.


Times like these are made for moving on.
And I’m okay with that. It’s what I’m used to.


When is it going to change?
All of the time inside of my mind I am
Yelling and screaming right past this smile.

Bug Eyes

"Bug Eyes" is what she calls me.
Every time she says it, my heart
Ascends through my throat and
Up into my brain; the way she smiles
Turns my stomach to bubbles, my knees to
Yoghurt - I know I'm strong, but how weak she makes me.

That laugh... how it sounds like a symphony.
How indeed - you call it obnoxious,
Yet you are wrong, not even Mozart or Beethoven compares.

Never have I met a woman like her.
An angel, a goddess, a gold-plated
Muse that inspires art that would draw even the
Envy of Rembrant; Rubens; Michelangelo.

I must have a lucky charm or a
Shooting star - how else could I have nabbed her?

Knees turn to jelly when I kiss her,
Eyes turn to hearts (no matter how much they bug),
Luck isn't what led me to her, what
Led me to her is much rarer than that.
You are a wish upon a star; quite the miracle.

Full lips.
Gorgeous figure.
Infectious laugh.
The way your smile curves in such a way
Is intoxicating.
Your gaze makes me want to look into your eyes for
Forever.
Yes, it is true.
This is how I feel about you.

I always tend to **** things up,
And I don’t know how to do the right things.
I don’t know how to please you, to make you smile,
But believe me, I’ll try anything.
For your laugh and your snort, you may hate them,
But they’re the greatest rewards for me.
And your smile is intoxicating;
The greatest reward for me.

The way that your glasses perch on your face,
And the way that your smile lights up the place,
The way that you play hard to get and the way that
You make me feel so foolish.
You must know, over you I will drool, yes.
I don’t like to waste time,
Or put my heart on the line,
But for you, all I think is “It’s worth it.”

Just indulge me and let me kiss you.
Even goddesses cannot reach you.
So what, my head is over my heels;
So what if my heart’s on my sleeve?
Maybe I’m just too stupid.
A goddess like you? Hard to come by;
Reigning supreme; smile lighting the sky;
I think I may be too stupid.

Really, you make my heart flutter.
Understandably, I am a mess.
So what if I sing well or write good poetry?
So what if I’m just not the best?
Even though I am fat and obnoxious, your
Laugh still gives me such hope. Your
Laugh – so intoxicating.

Playing with fire is not so bad,
So long as it warms your heart.

From across the room, you’re reserved.
Hair falling in front of your face.
With me, not well-acquainted.
Not very much to say.
But I can hear that bright, beautiful mind
Ticking away.

The way you cover half your hands with your sleeves
And you glide your hair out of your face;
The way that your smile, a beacon to me,
Seems to effortlessly light the way.
But the way that you smile and cover your teeth
Makes me want to compliment you.
I’d do all that I can to put my arm around you;
To brush that shoulder tattoo.
Right from the start, I could see you were art;
You deserve your spot in the Louvre.
Your face and your mind, all of you - simply art,
Right down to the shoulder tattoo.

Beauty, inherently innocent.
Beauty, you have it in spades.
Beauty, it comes from within you.
My adoration cannot fade.
Your voice, however soft it may be,
Sails smooth through my heart of butter;
When it comes to you, Ms. Shoulder Tattoo,
There rarely is any other.

Shotgun shell.
Filled with nothing but smoke and dust.
Rips the hearts of many apart
And causes tears to trickle down on your new shirt.

Sorry. I am sorry. I didn't mean to be this way.
I had no control. I had no plans.
But, we must move on. The train isn't waiting for
Me to shuffle aboard trailing behind everyone else.
Just wipe your eyes and go.

"Babe" - it just slipped out one day - an
Enigma, how could she make me such
A fool with simply a gaze? You must
Understand, I hadn't felt anything like
This in many a moon. A few
Years, really, but it feels like so much more.
That girl - what a ***** - I can't fathom
How exactly she gripped my heart so quickly.
You're a siren, a goddess, a myth.
Never in a million million years did I think
Anyone could be so into me - your
Mouth curves into the most gorgeous,
Energetic, and captivating smile - how exactly
Is it that she could ever feel the
Same butterflies that I feel?
Call me lucky, I suppose.
Hell, I'm the luckiest goober on
Earth to even get a chance to lay my
Lips against yours; decadent and
Soft, like a honeybee landing on a flower,
Eating away at the pollen, preparing to make
A batch of honey - honey, like her voice.

A greeting from yonder locker caught my ear (My)
As I was turning the tumbler, (love)
She approached me, slowly, her hand grazing (is)
My shoulder as she traveled to her place. (a)

From forth my insides come a noise (Rose)
So foul and decrepit, my cheeks (of)
Ripe with rubies, I began to make my (undying)
Pilgrimage to my shell once again. (flame,)

I was plucked out by the hand of God, (I,)
This is what effort feels like, I think, (the)
As I gazed into the eyes of sweet Aphrodite, (Phoenix)
I, Hephaestus, groveled before the angel before me. (from)

“There, there”, she crooned, “Thou mustn’t despair”, (the)
“I’ll show you the feeling of being in my care.” (ashes.)

With a mouth made of brimstone and a
Beard made of amber – I used to think you were crass.
So many crude jokes made in class,
You with unabashed sass,
(I don’t know what went through your mind when you thought,
“Hey, maybe I’ll slap his ***?”)
I certainly thought you were crass.

However, despite all these initial impressions,
You’ve grown on me quite a bit.
Funny how such awkward beginnings can
Truly blossom, isn’t it?
You can always come to this man for a joke,
Or even a shoulder to cry on.
(No matter is he’s missing *******)
He’ll still hold your hand if you need one.

A purveyor of emotions, incredibly wise,
He knows what is best about you.
Never afraid to come out and say it –
Like it or not, it is true.

When we both got drunk and explained to each other
What happened – why, we were hermanos.
The story about me and the rope;
You, and the night in Colorado.
Two crass individuals sharing their hauntings,
I never saw it coming, it’s true.
However, I am glad to have learned it,
It’s indeed what sold me on you.

Even though the heart cries on and on for your touch,
My brain still is fueled by your words.

Cut me up and box me in thirds.
Send a piece to your heart and a piece to your gut
And a piece to your brain so I’ll be there for
Every decision you make.
Every breath you take.
I’ll sing cheesy love songs until one in the morning
And swing through the night until dawn.

I’ve never been sure of a whole lot of things.
Never been certain of much anything…
But there is one thing for sure that I can now say.
A life without you? I’m not living that way.

Raindrops on noses and whiskers on kittens,
I saw your smile and then I was smitten,
Silver coin down the well and I made a small wish,
The silver touched water and turned to a fish.
The fish swam below to the depths of the well,
And what did it see there? Only few can tell.
When it swam right back up, this is what it told me,
“Far, far away is your one and only”.

That small fish was right, one and only she is.
But not in the regular sense.
There’s a bond that’s filled with brute strength.
An unbreakable picture frame, housing a delicate,
Beautiful stained-glass portrait.
These feelings of love feel like horseshit.
But my brain takes backseat and my heart tells my feet
To run straight into your arms again.

And again and again and again.

I don’t care what we do or how we do it
As long as I get to hold you all through it.

The ripples, morphing straight to waves steadfast,
The mast of the boat drips palpable fear,
The sails, they swell and drop, failing to steer
The ship, toward the ground plummets the mast.
For two long years I tread until I see,
I see an island, dense with fruits and sand.
The island bears more fruit than I can stand,
I leave ethics behind; gorge heavily.
But as I gorge and feast as common man,
I realize that the island is much more
Than a rest stop, a place to rest my sore
And aching body from the pain I had.
I never saw the island until now,
Saw that I will never again drown.

The great big roar of the big horned beast
Fills the corridors with fear.
I cower in the corner, a feast
For a towering monster. Sheer
Terror fills my veins, my feet no longer can
Carry me. Pain, fear, tears, sweat
Move quickly past where they began.
The beastie poses a large-scale threat.
Teeth sharp as swords, breath hot as Hell,
I await my slow, painful slumber to come.
The big horned beast doth stop, his bones did jell,
And his visage disappeared, split at the rhumb.
And as I was running from my cruel twisted fate,
I came to see I had only to wait.

The Bard ruined stargazing, ‘tis a fact, ‘tis true,
John Donne’s Valediction made the candles die out,
Ben Johnson’s sweet prose does no justice to you,
And Spenser writes nothing worthy of a shout.
All redemption lies in the stars above,
But soft, no twinkles show their strife,
No stars, no lights, no beacons of love,
No nothing to show the place you have in my life.
But as my eyes scan the briny deep
Of black night, so dark and scary,
I see a gleam of light, so sweet,
That my heart, ‘tis no longer wary.
I watch as a lonely comet doth fly
And reminds me of you, me, and our life.

Come with me, good man, where the ground is dead
And you simply cannot breathe.
It has been too hard, but your luck could change,
If you’d just get off your knees.
I have tried my best to warn before,
But alas, it came no far.
Now you’re here again and you want to mend
Your blistered, painful scar.

I fell to my knees while I screamed my pleas,
To the brim, 'twas filled, with shame.
I had lost much more in the vicious war,
Past and present merged; the same.
As the winter passed and snow left the grass,
New beginnings, they had came.
Yet I felt that twitch, an unbridled hitch,
My resistance was in vain.

Open eyes, they saw, to the foggy pier;
How the ship set sailed for me.
As the mist did clear I did lend my ear
To the voices, speaking free.
How I wished one day, and I hope and prayed,
Lady Luck would cast her charm,
And bestow her gift, manifest her lips,
And save me from all harm.

The time has come, and it could change some,
If you listen, you’ll be strong.
I say nought in vain, but the fact remains,
Is there nothing to be done?
And the Heavens part and they mend my heart
From the troubles it sustained,
And the angel fell and she wished me well,
Now a kiss to **** the pain....

Barren lay the deserts,
Dry is all the sand,
The scathing, brutal weather
Is exposed to all the land.

The trees, they all have withered,
The rain, a memory;
The creatures all have slithered
Far to die - quite peacefully.

We that are left, we always must
Smile on the days of lore,
For now our home we call, “The Dust”,
As “Earth”, it is no more.

The human race is dead, they say…
I’ve come prepared for this.
For all my life I’ve lived this way -
Alone. My sweet abyss.

Will the nightmare ever go away?
When will the dream subside?
Will the flowers bloom today?
No one hears my cries…

We all, at first, were quite upset,
The end came near too fast.
The pointed, gleaming bayonet
Has pierced our hearts at last!

The Dust - we shan’t ever forget
What turned our bones to glass…
What changed mistakes into regrets
And diamond into brass.
We would have cherished that sunset
If we knew it’d be our last.

Year after year,
Day after day,
The quicksand that I walk through was getting
Much, much too heavy to resist the temptation
Of drowning myself inside it.

I look at the faces of the people around me.
Everyone looks the same.
Nobody wants to be near me,
So why should I remember their names?
I fake a big smile, crack jokes for a while,
But my life is so sad and mundane.
There are those who would help you,
When you’re feeling down,
But why do I need help when
I’m everyone's clown?

For far too long I waited and waited for
The light at the end of the tunnel
To envelop me in its warm embrace and
Save me from myself.
So many years spent cracking jokes, and yet
I still can’t find the energy to crack a real smile.
All those years in Boy Scouts and still my knot-tying skills
Aren’t even enough to get a noose right.

I have seen what comes after the light
At the end of the tunnel.
Simply put,
An athlete, a basket case, a brain, a princess, and a criminal.
I was once made of stone,
Too heavy to lift, too rough to the touch,
Too gritty and thick to get through to.
But the people at the end of the tunnel,
They emerged with their chisels in hand,
And they raised me up and showed me the light –
The light at the end of the tunnel.

As they hammered away at my rock-hard heart,
Only then could I see the light.
That light was the sun, and the gleam of their smiles,
That I had overlooked in my life.

I’m out of the quicksand, now on solid ground –
I think that I might be alright.

Any and every chance I get
I daydream the day away.
I conjure up thousands of fantastical things,
That captivates me every day.

An island made entirely of french fries,
Or a vacation on a flying submarine,
Teddy Bear Island inhabits my mind,
Or a padded room made of ice cream.

Adults snap their fingers, condemning me for
Wasting the day daydreaming,
The monotonous routine of my sepia day
Should be filled to the brim with dreams, teeming.

So what if I dream of candy animatronics,
Or me as the Leader of these States?
At least I am honest about how I day dream
And how I let the dreams flood through my mind's gates.

So, unlock those pearly gates, don't be ashamed,
Let your mind overflow with childish fantasy!
You have nothing to hide, let your dreams come to life,
And let the rest of us see.