The best type of dreaming is done while wide awake

Beautiful Scars on critical veins.

There is so much anger
But I don't know why
For what I have become
Is what I cannot deny

If I am a man
It is in spite of me
If I am a man
It is because of me

No color No preference
No belief No difference

Nothing in my way
That is their life
I walk my own path
I make my own strife

I cannot believe what I see
In the hate among men
For what were we taught
Except to give unto them?

You were my Bouey
Helping me stay afloat
And I clung to you
You were my person
My borrowed sanity

You see I lost my marbles years ago

If I ever had them at all

I always wondered
Why you needed me
Like I needed you?

What did I offer?
Besides psychosis?

I was a broken person
I lost pieces of myself all along the way

So by my math

Keep in mind I'm terrible at math

We made a person and a half
maybe a person and a third

But as I clung to you
you opened up

And revealed the holes
Where you lost pieces too

And I realized my math was off
We didn't make multiple people when put together
We barely had enough pieces left to make one

Also You didn't give me any paper
You  butthead

As the words stirr in your brain, soon to be forgotten & left forever unsaid
Day after day slowly disappearing
Under layer upon layer of dust
Since the choice of being seen & not heard was a must
Just the thought of keeping my mouth shut & leaving my voice silently unspoken
Drives my mind insane & my heart feeling ignored & broken
How can they say it is better to seen & Not HEARD???
To me that just sounds so harsh  & complety absurd!!
I say it's better to speak what's in your mind
Sure it may not be what they want to hear because it may be rude ,instead of kind
But everyone has the right to express
What they think or may have thought
People just need to shut up & learn,
Learn to listen, they can either agree with it or not
No matter the subject or situation,
Someone will always have an opinion
We just have to be patient& trust ourselves with whatever we believe in

kissing is harmless,
it's when he's gripping your thighs and you've got your hand down his pants that it becomes dangerous.

I loved you once,
Although I never had you.
I suppose that's why I wanted you.
As I fly over the Rockies, I can't help but wonder what mountain you and your board caressed.
I saw you there last week in photos.
I know your love for flying with the snow.
As I look down over the land the topography brings me back to our conversation,
You know the one we had in the aisle of best buy in front of the speakers.
I was on my hands and knees and you were looking down at me.
Oh how your gaze would melt my heart.
Those eyes that seethed into my soul with understanding and mutual oldness.
I told you about the topography of the land and its similarity to the structure in our own bodies.
The rivers are our veins, the water our blood.
We find these veins in leaves, in intricate patterns in the mountains, in sediment run off and in lightening.
I tried to make you see what I see,
That we are not separate from nature, but in fact we are nature in a complex and beautiful form.
Intelligent and loving.
I thought I could make you happy,
But you didn't agree.
I'm still so sorry that you never had me.

      L.Cole

Love is a
     shooting star...
It's rarely there
      Never
     seen for very long
Beautiful
           Always
              so far away
       And yet...
  You keep
          wishing on it

the bottom of a bottle fails to satisfy my thirst for happiness