You remind me of the wind
constantly lingering everywhere I go

Messing up my hair
just to remind me of your presence

Whistling in my ears
telling the stories of where you've been

Yet some days I feel as if you vanish

As if all the wind just stopped

But I was dumb to think

that I was the only one who noticed you
that I was the only one with the messed up hair
that I was the only one who's heard your stories

I was just a speck of dust, taken by you.

I want to paint a picture in your head,
of the feelings that I feel when laying in my bed.
I want my words to flow like the paint brush,
and I want you to feel the rush.
Imagine this as you may,
I wake to the sun and the birds each and every day.
It's warm and inviting,
but I just want to hide,
and sleep took forever with exhaustion by my side.
As I make my way through the day,
I am cheerful, smiling, I hope you can see.
I love the days and the nights,
all the birds and all the trees.
The wind flows through my long crazy hair, and the sun beats upon my snow white skin,
But I am not quite a princess,
and my heart seems to be replaced by tin.
Do not take it the wrong way,
as it works perfectly fine,
and it does all the loving in the world,
but I keep wondering if some day I'll have someone to call mine.
As I said, don't take it the wrong way,
I have a full heart and a full life,
and if someone never comes my way, I'll be okay if I'm never a wife.
As this thought crosses my mind most of the time,
I feel the sun beams as they shine,
and the love they give is enough for me,
but then I wonder if it will always be.

Baby, I must have found you on Pinterest because you’re the best idea I’ve ever had
And if I could remember to tweet every cute thing you do, I would, believe me-
You have the face everybody wishes they had the privilege to post on Instagram  
And yeah, I really like you
You’re my favorite
I swear
Please never be afraid to direct message me
Because, I don’t care if I can only see your face for 10 seconds-
Your Snapchats would make me want to change my relationship status any day

distance makes my feelings unclear
you're 400 miles away yet you feel so near
it seems impossible that a love so strong
can exist and be felt over a distance so long
i know we mightn't ever meet
but without you
i know i would feel
**incomplete

Love Opposes Vices and Evils,

Letting Our Voices Express

Life.  it is Overwhelming, its Vibrations Everlasting.

Likewise, it is Ongoing, Vacillating, and Elusive, while

Luring its Observers to the Very Edge of

Life. Our overlapping, Various Emotions

Leak Outside the Vault. Excitement

Launches, Overtaking the Voids of Emptiness and

Loneliness.  any Obstacles becomes Virtually Easy to

Level.  Oxygen Violently Entering

Lungs, Only to let Vapors Exit.

Lust Overflows. Violent Embraces ensue.

Then you have… us,

Living and Only Visualizing these Elusions,

Looking Out of Veiled Eyes,

Leaning Over the Virtual Edge.

What will become of me?
or better yet, what could have become of me?
At times, I stare out at the world
from screened and barred windows
contemplating alternate futures for myself.
The “what-if’s” and “could have been’s” taunt me,
causing me to flirt with the idea
of things being different.


I seem to forget what actually is,
unappreciative of what actually has become of me,
of what I have already become,
overlooking the things I’ve done right.

It’s time I changed focus.
Transfix upon the ever-changing present,
not concentrating on what never was,
and no longer entertaining worries of what will be,
or what will not.

As those of old tried to change lead into gold, she melded emotions in the raw.
Fear manipulated and formed from love,
light became dark and feelings lost.
Taken and twisted, bent and misformed
as she played with the very depths of his soul. Then like a witch her work was done the gold in him was all but dulled. She left him soft she left him cold. Only lead where once was gold

Could not my mind have conjured this?
Could this not be all a dream?
I cannot identify illusion
is nothing as it seems?

Could I so lonely be
that I've contrived this world alone?
And everyone I've ever loved
A creation of my own?

I don't believe you're make believe
Of you I'll always ponder.
I need you real, here with me.
I cast aside my Sonder.

Roadwork...PoThOlEs
Riverside...TORnadOs
Beachfront...HuRRiCaNEs
­Stringspools...SPUN!!!!!!!

What can I say?
This Tendered Theme
Sliced Me up this Way

Although this Injury
Be self Sustained
Extremity on Display

Tendered Themes to Do
Sensitively
Rearrange my Attitude

Keep me right on Track
Must I Confess?
Intercept & Mirror Back

Images Promising
See again~The
Violence of Blossoming