Shalt not crumble, pillars,
for you were constructed of strengthened metal.
Shalt not excuse yourselves, pillars,
for you have worked hare to receive
the payload bequeathed to you.
If others shall doubt your worth in silver,
show them the work you've made in gold.
Trust not in your cracks,
because others will test them to dismantle,
but hold firm, or may my wrath
(as wrath can bring a torrential rain, but is followed with the growing of life)
strengthen you further so you may intertwine caressed patterns,
implemented beneath your own fertile structure.
As my weight,
in both mass and meaning,
crushes down on you,
relinquish not,
falter not,
and hold the position you were molded for.
Shalt not crumble, pillars, and shalt not excuse yourselves, neither,
for your pride will always flow against the uncertainty of others.

Hello, Miss,
       I wished to say
That you look adorable today,
and my today stretches backwards
              without stopping
and forwards without question,
to completely engulf all time,
so yesterday doesn't exist,
and tomorrow never comes:
       We live always in the Now,
so don't take it lightly when I say
       You look adorable today.

The world is gray, it seems.
         Beauty is simply a word,
                 not an inherent quality.
it means nothing anymore.
so ugly things are being called beautiful,
and beautiful things are not being recognized.
Color doesn't exist for others.
    One sky reflects the same,
    each flower is paltry,
    the stars above no longer glimmer,
   rivers no longer flow;
all beauty has suffocated.
    but not for me.

black-and-white are barriers to me, that limit my life,
and so I break through that,
              leaving rubble behind- dim, gray rubble.
    In every breath is beauty, ever being, too, is beautiful.
and I will surely be ****** if I will
ever let the blindness and insouciance
of others condemn me to that lifestyle.
life, living, love, lust: every thing is beautiful.

Yes, I sometimes day dream so much that I can't focus on holding a conversation.
Yes, I am terrified of speaking to you, but I don't sincerely blame myself.
Yes, I do get butterflies in my stomach simply by your presence.
Yes, I could swim for hours in the waters of your eyes.
Yes, I think you are of a beauty I see ineffable.
Yes, I write your name across my notebooks.
Yes, I do tell my friends about how I feel.
No, I don't stop after they tell me to.
Yes, I admire your halcyon ways.
Yes, I cannot resist you.
Yes, I must have you.
Yes, I love you.