She's the kind of girl
Who has a hiccup
And thinks its a heart attack
I'm the kind of man
Who doesn't concern myself with what it really is
Only what she thinks it is

And while I nurse her back to health
That she never really lost
I'm dying

With margerain gentle,
  The flower of goodlihead,
Embroidered the mantle
  Is of your maidenhead.
Plainly I cannot glose;
  Ye be, as I divine,
The pretty primrose,
  The goodly columbine.

Benign, courteous, and meek,
  With wordes well devised;
In you, who list to seek,
  Be virtues well comprised.
With margerain gentle,
  The flower of goodlihead,
Embroidered the mantle
  Is of your maidenhead.

Someone spoke the word "love" and it gave me a flashback to watching elephants in the circus so I decided to start teaching goldfish to do backflips as an interesting parlor trick similar to pulling out a deck of cards and always randomly choosing the queen of spades

I have a flashback to a flashback in which someone spoke the word "love" and it reminded me of the Blurred Crusade and a trip to the circus and an elephant graveyard, my brain is a goldfish in a fishbowl (watch me turn) it's like the old parlor trick of pulling out a deck of cards and always randomly choosing the queen of hearts

My intention was never to be reasonable

can i be a bird, mimicking the wind?
can i forget my lungs, can i leave the heart beating?
can i have the wings, flying through
the pain of all worlds?

at night am i a blinking eye
curling on death's palm, trying to sleep?

can i be a bird, lost in a city?
can i make a home, can i give a try?
can i have the wings, flying to the moon
where all children belong?

at night am i a boy privilege
crushing my soul, confused at the silence?

can i pray to god, can i do something?
can i believe in love, can i breathe your words?
can i be a star, can i be a cross?

carry me, i'm tearing up
for the grief, for the loss

carry me, i'll bring you
to where we were
before

those who are big of mouth
apparently believe that putting down the other
      calling them names & pepper them with slurs
might get them some advantage in the race
for the position that they crave

they better harken back
to the old wisdom of their mothers

those who sow dragon’s teeth
will harvest dragons

All my heroes
               Are dead
Most of them
               Were killed

And I envy them

It must be nice to believe in something so much
To be so influential
And so revered

Someone wants to ****** you

I will return to the dream world
I visit nightly
I go far away
Where all is
The way it
Should be
Even if it
Isn't, no
Consequences
Come to me
Because I awake
To make a new mistake
Daily

Learning to love myself
The way I love you
Is easier said
Than done
So I say
I love you
To me
Instead
Of hoping
To hear it from you
And so the process has begun

Nothing worthwhile is easy
Life is difficult
You have to challenge yourself
To exceed no expectations
To fail with grace
Not regret
It is not over yet

My love is that of my own
The love I have never been shown
The love I could never accept
The love I lost to neglect
The love that I have chosen to reject
Is that of my own
So I will show myself some respect
Because I am not yet grown
But I am not inept

A poem is never finished
A word to be added
Or subtracted
Or changed
Or

Forgotten

Or with the loving grace of god
A poem is never finished
Just found
And appreciated
And understood
And

Remembered

A poem is never finished
If someone finds it
And has a new interpretation
A new meaning
New feelings
To take from it

I want*        to change     my ideas
to change   the world       for the better
the world    but           my life forever
but          I cannot               I'm just a victim of habit
I cannot      change myself;         what I want is
change myself;     I want       what I need

Its all it can ever be

Frantic , kinetic physicality for naught ..
Held within irrational ******* ... A drop of water trapped on a spoon ..
Candle light cupped within hands , fruit flies in **** jars , an open cell door to the outside prison .. Symbols committed to paper , hurtful words wander the brains topography , parables of the lost and forgotten .. Matter compressed into hardened steel , thought to action ..