if raindrops never fell from the sky
there would be no sturdy evergreens, and
cherry blossom petals would never fall in the streets
like confetti, celebrating the welcoming of spring.

if hearts never ached with dull emptiness
or dried up with loneliness and longing
we would never appreciate the feeling
of heart seams that are bursting with love.

when the pain grabs hold and rips you open
and tears break the dam of your closed eyelids
do not worry because this is how strength is made
and every hurt builds a new callous on your now tough skin.

when the cracks in your foundation become craters,
when the earth breaks away at your feet,
when the world beneath you crumbles away
this is when you grow wings.

I want you to look into my eyes,
And read the signs by yourself.
I want you to run deep in my senses,
To see what I have for you.
It doesn’t have to be anything tangible,
Nor do I have to explain.
I want you to get the hint,
That I am here to stay.
Girl, you got me crazy,
With your amazing features.
And I take a look beyond that,
I see an amazing figure.
Now don’t say am perverted,
For that is not my aim.
My aim is to let the world know,
How much you made me insane.
Your intelligence sweeps me away,
And so does your endless tales.
Your talks I enjoy,
Even when you mock me, babe.
I cannot see a day without you,
I am unconsciously made.
And now when the morning dawns,
I see a reason to smile.

I remember the mornings,
Where I'd wake early.

I remember the days,
Hot with the sun's rays.

I remember the evenings,
Catching fireflies in mason jars.

I remember the nights,
Crisp and clear. Stars shining beautifully.

Oh how I wish I can remember when I was happy.
When will I be able to go back to the simpler days?

Money melting in a spoon,
let's shoot it into our veins.
Flashing Kardashian lights,
streaming into our brains.
Donald Trump! He's our man!
Mark Muslims is the plan!

All-you-can-eat-
Pile. It. The. ****. High.
When you walk or
When you talk,
let the words squeak out
like they're between
Your thighs.

Thighs. American thighs,
Dreaming next to our Calvins.
Our slacktivism, our regurgitated ideas
spitballing out of our McDonald's mouths
into our peers' ears, distilled by years
And years of "almost-knowledge"
that we quasi-ascertained,
if we knew what that meant --
but we've been left behind!
No child left the **** behind!
We were left behind and there's no
possible way we slacked off, that we're dumb,
that we aren't the movie stars destined for
Lamborghini cars, five-star bars, designer bodies
for designer you and designer me:
the most special of the unique, the
Pearls that have been made in the
darkest parts of the sea, the darkest parts of
origin. Origin. ******. ****.
American ****: virginal ideals sliding around
the muck of a marketable ****, fuckfest,
******* of the American mind, the
congratulations of the American ego,
the proud mother and father tears associated with
buying and lying, "trying" and frying our food,
our ideas, our friends, our neo-impressionistic
children in Jordans, skinny jeans, on tumblr:
the unknowing cousin of Fox News, surprised
by its own wit and wisdom: they're ******* twins.
Carbon copies, unknowing, unwilling, un-un-un.

The romanticism of mental illness.
The close-up of reality-tv emotion.
The manipulation taught to servers
from managers.
The manipulation taught to customers
from society.

All we care about is ****, image, and ***.
Self-preservation: **** Donald Trump
and *******.