I wish I felt like clarity and nothingness, or that intangible vapour like stuff which comes off of a power washer at a car wash
in a dark car park
the car's owner absent, away shopping

You were the one who put your fingers in my mouth
I'm supposed to be embarrassed and disappointed
I am both

I suspect you are a good person
you have a sister
who you love
I bet you are different when you go home
I bet you are nice
I hope they know what you do
You are a classical easy ****

But I'm just syllables and escort clothing
For a while I quite liked that
In fact I'm proud
My friends find it funny

You liked the smell of my hair
And gradually I'm piecing these notes together
I think that if I had more crushed up note pages grinding into your back
You would have remembered me

I'm pretending that if you taste that scent again, you'll know
I still have some of you attached to the garments at the bottom of a full laundry basket

I thought the vision was clear,    
        I guess objects arent always as they appear.
A promise for me to always remain true,
        I'm at fault, for I should have already knew.
It is unbearable
        Boring brick by brick.
Days passing on an empty clock,
        The echos ringing through my head, "Tick Tock."
I seem to have completely lost my mind,
         No value in keeping track of time.
Why remain when all purpose is gone?
        So I'll evacuate as each second carries on.

time, it never lingers
winds are always blowing  
oceans, waves for life to swim
watch birds rise, from restless seas
with wings, your heart will soar
through clouds of light
birds will show the way

Free we fly
Unshackled we soar
Over the gates of *******
Not caring at all

Ignoring judgement

Dreaming carelessly
Starting a new

We dare to be different

Teasing the unknown
Pushing to be spontaneous
We decide to cry out

We stand for uniqueness
Not able to be silenced

We are artists

Hear us roar

The gift you gave me today was absolutely gorgeous and every time I touch it it comforts me...it makes me smile because I now have a piece of you but she still has all of you...does this mean there is a chance for us again or is this false hope..... My momma taught me to watch out for guys like you, was she right? I hope not, I hope that she was wrong, I hope that there still is hope for us....but I doubt * it, and if we get together again she will always be around and you will never be able to belong to *just * me. But whenever I touch the wonderful thing around my neck I feel like you could be the one to *save * me, if only you realized how *fragile I really am.....maybe then, just maybe, we could be happy again....But with her in the picture, I'm sad to say, it can't happen.......... But the gift, I will cherish forever, together or not, it means something and tells the story of us.

Last night I dreamt of you,
We were running in the midst of daffodils and buttercups
The damp air bestowed you with tiny water crystals and
Birds above us were chanting the melody of dawn
With a teasing laugh I ran and told you: catch me if you can

Last night I dreamt of you,
We were running in the midst of dandelions and hogweed
The violent weather soiled me with poisonous raindrops and
Hawks above us were screeching the melody of night
Without a laugh you ran and told me: *don’t you try to catch me

If it happened, who knows what would result.
She can go blind from all the corruption,
Or even find she can care for me, and hate me not.
What will I find in her? Whats beyond beauty in seduction?
Maybe the so called love would just disperse.
In truth and lies we would know it all,
All the black from the white.
I'll know her greatest mistakes
She will know its myself I always fight.
What will we find threw our secrets.
Desperation could soon secrete,
If I fail to care for her,
I've already been lost in my own defeat.

If we knew eachothers secrets, what would we find we hide?
Will it be the sense of satisfaction, Lost and Deprived?
Maybe, we will find the Apathy behind doors after doors so heavily confined...