the color changed around the eye as it rose from its slumber, the beauty was breath taking and no one could see anything brightly beautiful. someone had to of spreads all the paints in the world to paint the beauty of the sky's unique beautiful ocean of colors. its blue and white clouded area that spreads its light around the eye of the sky wants nothing more than just to be a light for anyone to follow as the moon is the eye of the night surrounded by the scattering of beautiful stars that have all meaning in one star.
but the eye of the day is set to make a beautiful recovery for all who try to look around and notice the colors its spreads when it rises and falls. the colors of the sky say so much to us that we don't even notice all the colors meanings and realities of the beauty. If we all would just sit and watch the colors spring themselves across the sky to surround the sun and all its glory. so that we can see how beautiful th skys colors can give us life and understanding

I.
If a boy teases you,
he is a ****.
Stand up for yourself.

II.
It is entirely acceptable
to wear brown with black
and silver with gold.

III.**
If it is three a.m.
and you still don't understand the quadratic formula,
go to bed.

IV.
When you get your heart broken
(and you definitely will),
ask yourself if they are worth crying over.

V.
By all means,
whenever there is rain,
go outside.

VI.
You are not a girl,
you are a person.
Behave as such.

VII.
Dress however you want.
Dye your hair unnatural colors.
Wear men's clothing.

VIII.
Have seconds.
Eat dessert.
Eat second dessert.

IX.
Love until it hurts,
and then ask yourself
if it is still worth it.

X.
Always be truthful,
gentle,
and fearless.

Be my lover.
I will hold your hand and run through the rain.
I will kiss you under a midnight sky, overcast with stars.
I will hog the radio and scream-sing at the top of my lungs.
I will drink far too much coffee and read never enough poetry

Be my lover.
You will smile at me and call me beautiful.
You will pick me up for late night coffee and ice cream runs.
You will make love to me and show me what it is to fall.
You will have a past and a present and a future and it will be beautiful.

Let's be lovers.
We will kiss and cuddle and love.
We will fight and scream and curse.
We will live and ride this crazy life out until our infinity ends
We will be a miracle, a crazy, insane, happy, miracle.

my woman I possess you in what way
what way I have owned you up to this day
are you just my need's flesh my hunger's food
are you only a play doll that must suit my mood!

my woman I own you in what way
what way I have dealt you up to this day
are you just my resting perch my end of day nest
are you only the banyan's shed beneath what I rest!

my woman I claim you in what perceptible way
what way I have famed you living up to this day
are you just my showcased pride on my finger a ring
are you only the need to be back home at evening!

my woman I say you are mine but how you do I own
what way I have nurtured you on you affection shown
are you just my desire's skin anchorage of my lust
what I have done to possess you your love and your trust!

No ifs and buts and frets on time gone astray
We were exactly where supposed to be each day.

We were exactly at the right place with right face
Not drifting around but knocking the right address.

No ifs and buts and frets deeming years as waste
We were exactly on the right track doing our best.

We were exactly picking of all the choices the choice
Not straying but staying to listen to our inner voice.

Death to me is a scary but
normal thought in my head.
I feel unreal when someone
mentions that I will not be
alive in a billion years when
so many things could be
happening.

Death is unreal to me.
When someone I know dies it
differs in my brain as to
how I react.
Sometimes I will do nothing for
days on end and I'll just sit
in my sadness and tell myself
that the world has ended.
Other times I go on like
nothing is wrong.

My panic attacks usually
set in when I think things are
getting good again.
I feel lost and unreal
and I start to panic
in many, many ways.

Is that music is my head or
actual music playing?
Is someone talking?
Where? Aren't I alone?
My vision is blurry
my heart is racing
my mind is going
i   n   s    a    n     e.

Sometimes it is a bit worse.
I start attacking my heart.
The things I love= gone.
None of it matter.
She never loved you
What do you mean?
Your family hates you
Why would they?
You aren't pretty
But I was told several times today that I was.

Life feels unreal
and so does
everything
else.

Smile, smile when you're insides are turning into flame
Smile when your legs won't stop shaking
Smile when your arms are tangeled with each other
Smile when your blood is circuilating twice as fast
Smile when you can feel heart beat out of your chest
Smile when your teeth don't leave your lips
Smile when you're heart is numb from the pain
Smile when your mind is a hurricane
Smile when the demons are whisperring to you
Smile when the razors and pills are screaming out your name
Smile when your nails are digging into your skin
Smile when your eyes are dying
Smile, and just keep smiling because it's the only way to hide it
Smile because it's the only way to hide that darkness.

So many nightmares
So much drama
So much talk
So many problems
So much to do
So little time

what is with the time frame?
why not slow it down a tad?
something will hit you
why let all the stuff get in the way?

Silence
It spreads through me
like a wild fire through the trees of old
It may be deadly
But it beautifies their enchantment
Their beautiful wings spread open
And they fly into the spring wind
letting everyone know autumn is here
Silence
The birds singing their song
letting everyone know that morning has come
that it is time for the rain to begin
Silence
The wind through the grass
it sets itself against the gentleness
it sets itself up for a journey
Silence
its a piano playing for the last time
its the last day of school
its the secrets that lie within
its the power to hold a key
a key that you never knew you had
Silence
Silence
Silence
Let it be apart of your  first crush
let it be apart of your first child
let it be apart of your marriage
Let it be apart of YOU

there are still some left
not all beautiful things are lost
a grass flower in windy waft
windowpane's wintry frost.

not all good things are gone with time
like wet leaves in the summer rain
tides and ebbs the seasons' rhymes
the house on the corner lane!

not all sweet things are gone dead sour
like her touch in the cold of night
birds' trills in the morn's first hour
thrill of love at first sight!

there are still left the honey dew
some redress for all our sorrow
not all is lost for you and I
to give up dreaming tomorrow!

The cascade of sounds
washes over me,
chaotic caucophony
of an urban landscape.

Your faint whisper
spoken in love,
echoes in my heart,
creates a safe quiet center.

No matter where I go,
love echoes in my heart,
creating a vibration of sound
that cascades out in harmony.

Relationship is pretty weird
follows no logic no rule
link of blood is not required
nor matching of genetic pool!

The ones you have never set eyes on
living on distant lands
come to be kin of your own
you feel their touching hands!

A magic how in spatial apartness
the bond grows up intense
hearts find place in heart's recess
share each other's joys and pains!

There's no need in these relations
no deal no give and take
only the urge to vent emotions
with no collateral of heartbreak!

On your poems I linger.

Long after they’re gone

Leave their mark
On my work

Residues of their thread
Buzz in my head

Deep they sink
To color my ink

Your thought
In me wrought

The way you bleed
The way you seed
The way you need

They get into me
Beget more poetry

Your pursuit of joy
Of pain
Of sorrow

I borrow

Fated to be forever indebted

I steal your tune
Like a roadside singer.

On your poems I linger.

They had a love for the boundary wall
Where occupied round the seasons
Their frames slender or substantial
Meditative eyes in philosophic brooding
Till in the sunset years or sooner
They disappeared beyond that wall.

Many of them have warmed those bricks
When the night’s chill forbade to be outdoor
But the restless ears strained to hear
Brushing of body against body
Till their blood warmed in the moon’s heat
Covered the delirious trek to the dawn!

Now have come up the fence of iron spears
Burying the joys and yesteryear’s tears
And the restless ears can now only hear
The cold bricks groaning in the night’s lull!

Quietly bids the time for the transit
Beyond the boundary wall!