I brush my teeth all the time,
But there are days when negligence prevails,
And I can feel it with my tounge,
Something growing,
In between and on my calcium.

It isn't pleasant but I know not a more interesting development,
For I can feel something, first soft, then rigid forming in one of my most intimate places.
And a coral reef grows, in my mouth of all spaces.

Not pink, blue, or any other hue.
I know not what to do,
My mom describes it as "hairy teeth" but I know better,
If I held a fish in my mouth now he would have the warmest of welcomes,
Into my mouth he would feel at home,
A tropical retreat, eggshell white,
My new fish would try and spend the night.

If all these things continued I'm afraid I would lose my job, and my life.
To preserve my fish in his temperate reef, my mouth would never again open, I wouldn't eat, drink, or swallow again,
All this for my little fishy friend.

I would name him Bubbles,
And he would tickle my jaw with his hubby breath.
He would sleep beneath my tounge and wake me with little fishy kisses every sunrise for the rest of our lives no matter how brief-
But this beautiful relationship would end when we grow more and more hungry and our thirst teases us in this reef,
I can only hold so much salt water in between my cheeks,
Surely not enough to last mare's two weeks.

My oral reef would cut me,
And Beal together would we,
Bubbles and me.

Munchies are awful,
They make me want to eat by the handful,
I feel less and less powerful,
As every hour goes by I eat, still full.

My appetite burns green,
It's for the good veggies, I mean.
Unfortunately I get paid so lean,
Anything healthy off a plate I rarely clean.

I eat starch, and I eat wheat,
I especially love it when I add meat.
All the wonderfully cheap things for myself I treat.
I find food in convenience stores neat!

It isn't the fuel I lack,
My heart rests at the spilling point.
I look not for kindled wood to keep me lit,
But for the Kinder voice that would yield the appropriate heat.
I am as cold as butane alone,
I burn for a companion.

Sparks are as cheap as thrills,
The wholesome whisper of the promised ignition teases the flint in my pockets.
I yet burn for another temporarily.
Yearning for the forever, while bursting over every one, ever.

Peasant pleasantries persist painfully,
Pouring through my pursed lips I stray a plenty.

For every fragrance carriers more then a scent,
They collaborate together,  a massive cyst in my mind.
I cannot overlook the Siren's smell.
Rather I take note and dwell.

Dwelling in the dark, looking down, I drink.
Water that rushes through the world comes to rest in my glass, as I contemplate the transparencies of my affection.

When you fixate on the petal of a flower,
Time moves off beat in waves of an hour,
Time bent,
And money spent.

All to impress someone who impresses you without trying.
You send me flying.
A scepticism
Proves all old mysticism.
You wear on top dark,
And your bottom light, like a shark.

I'm the wader in the dangerous tide,
And if I said you weren't worth it I lied.

You remind me of the sweet smell of baking cookies.
Remember getting treated like one of the rookies?

Ever since we met my knees grow weak,
I'm afraid my feelings have sprung a leak.

Something harder?
There is nothing, I'd barter.
For the affection I hold,
Must be met by you also, I am told.
So I must earn it, take the time to bond and learn,
Only then can the chemistry between us burn.

I don't feel desperate toward you,
Not at ease, the butterflies in my stomach still make me feel blue.
But it's OK, because in your eyes something has me go red,
While most of it is in my heart, not head,
I still feel a great interest here,
There is something special I don't yet know, dear.

Many adore you,  as would more with the chance,
But rather than having them all the opportunity with you to dance,
I shall offer myself first,
Hoping that in matters of this love I am not cursed.

The Moon is mild
As the Sun is wild.

The Sun isn't dark,
The Moon shines and glimmers,
Yet in a manner still, still...
Stark.

The Sun is weak,
The Moon is meek.
Together the rotation is a celestial compromise.

The Sun shines upon the evil and the atrocities that take place in the day,
As the Moon hangs in the shadows it will stay.

The Moon glows modestly over all of the vice people flock to for their life to have a little spice.

As the Sun believes and shines in the  brilianc  of truth and candor,
The Moon reflects in the reservations people share, as they refuse the truth and always take a dare.

Your face isn't something I'd like to stray from.
But my mind races,
A pair of ice blue eyes hold an oasis.
With you I feel I could share my whole self, not just some.

A solemn and sunken sight.
I look not pouted, nor upset,
But unwhole.
I am not yet complete, as I search to become.

A skeleton could focus better than I now.
My vision becomes blurred as my brain sinks to my stomach, next to my heart.

I am not yet content,
You T u hold no consent to be.
It's the content of my present that makes the gift of time seem so stale.

To change this all I must move...
Mind and body.

Maybe my placid gaze will be wiped clean,
Back to its once brilliant emerald glow.
Emerald? No.
But I cannot afford modesty if I wish a stronger to believe in me.

Gotta dog on it,
My cat doesn't wanna get bit,
Mom's been barkin' for a dog she found,
Not from a pound
No,
Pure bred breed she wants? Oh...

Well that's three hundred steps to the the poor house
Too bad she didn't want something free like a mouse,
Just leave some food out for a week,
And I'd bet money a mouse would give us a peek.

If we had a mouse I could get a cat named Tom,
But that's what I want,  not my mom.

She expects a new puppy pal
In fact, she's quite pushy for a gal.
So we went to pick out a pup,
Up to the pen we arrived and all the boys jumped!
That seemed like too much to handle for her,
So she picks a timid one...
Hoping to get our cat to purr.

Brother and I split the bill,
I thought we'd have to give it a worm pill
But the ******* kept them in good health,
And good thing since the K9 required such wealth.

On the way home I had a nameless dog on my knee,
So glad she didn't ***.
Yet close to home she threw up all over my lap,
It congealed and I felt in a warm wrap covered and odorous we pulled over,
By a field without cover.
I was patient and calm about it,
But what I really wanted to do was throw a fit!

Working I hear,
"If I knew then, what I know now"
Women were talking near.

I continued to work,
Thought 'wow'
What if I did know more in the past.
Surely I wouldn't ever fall last.

But the last place offers the most room to grow,
Would life be so much better in 1st place?
I know 'no'.

The compromise of pain and gain,
The character growth of which my Dad so highly spoke,
And for the longest time I thought a joke.

A joke it was not.

A lady said something that caught my ear,
Made me wonder if I'd be better off here, or in a past with what I know currently,
And to answer this question accordingly I wish for so fervently.

My answer to such a discombobulating query was this.
This not as a solution, but an explored response.

I answer not today, nor tomorrow,
But yesterday my answer shall lay,
And if that makes sense not, then hey,
Ask me on a yesterday when I already know for today.

When I lost half I was ok,
Because I know it isn't gone.
Just halted, I'll have it later, on and on, and still going strong.

When I lose a quarter of myself more
I could be OK,
But surely I can remember that isn't even all I have to relay.

I've lost half of myself now along with more than a quarter.
I am not even 12.5.
With only a quarter I'm half full,
Yet less so I have to hold.
Not even 12.5, I'm left only with 12.

Her eyes are a steel blue,
Larger than any owl's, "who?"
Her name just  word,
But it brings joy to me like a song sung by a bird.

Her smile,
Whenever used warms me a while.
Her gaze,
When locked on me, traps me in like a maze.

To start a conversation with her wakes my knees weak.
Into her soul I have only had a peek.
To ask anything of her alone I need to be strong,
Luckily I have friends to help me along.

So many things stated before,
With her I find them true evermore,
And a shared future I cannot yet see,
For now I should let things be.

The entire time I me these things through,
I sense a growing courage-
Something new.
I know not what path I should take,
But I shall be true and not flake.

I wish not for 'her' and 'me',
But for a 'we'.
An infatuation I cannot suppress,
For our date I dream of how she'd dress.

I may dream about us with hope,
But I know we aren't going to elope,
As of now I must be content playing the game.
I wonder if she thinks of me the same.

Our differences do divide us,
They keep us parallel.
Apart.

Our differences don't alienate us,
They keep us unique.
Unparalleled.

There are differences between us,
They maintain our unity, and affection.
Perpendicular.