Sometimes it's not when you're perfect
That you feel like yourself, it's true;
It's when you're embarrassingly imperfect
That you know that you're definitely you.

JannaLee there is a reason your middle name is hope
you have been through a **** storm
and come out a shining diamond
you have been shoved down in the dirt
and come out a beam of hope
you have been hidden away in a locked closet
and come out a beautiful rainbow

Well, hello!
Nice to meet you,
I welcome you to come see

The Land of the Words,
That's within you and me

Tell me, what is it?
What words do you seek?
Are you trying to vaguely describe all the bleak?

Well, come in!
We’ve got it,
A library of words
To use at the times where yours just never work

We’ve got, you name it
Every word that there is
Obscure, slick and slimy
Eternal and bliss

Or maybe enlightened
Audacity, please?
Do they properly describe your
Brown dungaree jeans?

No worries, don’t fret
Don't think I'm done yet
Sit back and hold on,
Those words, you'll regret

Bungalow, bushy, cabal and unclean
Tremendously, vacant
And blindly obscene

Tattered and broken
Lies and Unspoken
Do they speak to you mind,
Like they are a foretoken?

Cataclysms with dark exorcisms
Punk, goth and metal
And hooliganism?

Tell me, what is it
The library goes on
I’ll talk your ears off
From dusk until dawn

Patiently, potent
Absurdly, outspoken
Is that how you’ll describe,
A bright golden token?

Charismatic, kick, addicts
Your thoughts are a savage
Discombobulate, ravage
The words can be baggage

Keep looking, it’s there,
Every word, and I swear
They exist to make circles
Out of regular squares

He owns the solar panels on a thousand hills
He knows all the satellites by name
He knows when every laptop crashes
He has cheats codes for every video game.

You run through my veins like a lightning bolt
As my soul escapes from an endless dark;
The murmur of wonderings in the vault:
You ignite the points of my soul to spark.
You're everywhere I wished that I could be;
You exhaust my efforts to be someone.
You're everyone I tried to impress & please;
You pull the at the ends 'till I'm all undone.
Why do you chase me around in my head?
Why don't you just let the shadows be?
You fill me with even the smallest thread
Of your being; I am overflowing.
     I just want more, but I cannot afford
     The exhaustion from sleep-walking each night.

Chyeanne called me last night.
She told me that she wanted to be home,
and I could feel the longing
instilled with every word
her weary voice spoke.

But I don't know if I can leave them, Chyeanne.
I just don't think that they'll understand.
And although I love the way the sunset looks in your eyes,
we will always be
distant lovers
for what could
have been.

poetry loses its meaning when you realize there isn't a single combination of words that can make someone love you back

Drowning in your eyes
Wild and blue like the ocean
Tossing about in their storm
Is the most poetic way
That I've ever died.