I am my poems
   Embodying my essence
        Creating images
Tasting my nostalgia
     Recalling the taste of my journey
             Feeling the colors

This is my painting
My painting filled with words
The short novel and sneak peak

Unscrutinized, irrevocable, conjuring estimation towards the plain notions of idioms

I will never posses you my unrequited love
No matter how close I am, I still am disillusioned to the fact that our souls aren't close
I like to think they are, but who am I kidding?
You are in another galaxy only briefly and rarely acknowledging my existing small little life form
  
You are my blue moon
For eternity you'll be my Achilles heel
So all you have to do is think a thought or whisper a word
And I will hear it loud and clear
But hopefully one day you will hear mine and realize
That you should visit me and stay for awhile and not be a stranger
Because you haven't seen me for a minute or two

I try to tell myself that I am in control this time
Hoping that you will feel some kind of wonderment or downhearted, one second thought about me
I will not call you
I will not give in
I will not get my heart broken again
I want to use you to show you how I felt
But I can't
Because despite all the disappointment and letdown I could never hurt you
I could never ignore you

Although while I am over here over analyzing and nearly overloading my cranium with what if's and thoughts
You have the air of nonchalance and disinterestedness while you pop into my life again without warning
Can you tell that you get me all frazzled?
Is this purely for your own amusement?

Why can't I figure you out.
Why do you interest me so?
Why do I feel like my connection to you is the strongest thing I have ever felt.
No I must be naive and disillusioned

Till the day I completely cease sparing my time and thoughts to you
You will be the winner
Even if it is a bad thought you are still consuming my mind
Confusion and Love
Spite and Wonder
They all are the same
Same being you

Why is the world around me shaking and trembling
However it seems its only me
Maybe I'm just in love with the idea of love the notion of having someone beside me
A Smokey mind an ether infecting my blood
While ghost tears cause me to feel my face and wonder if its the past or current state.  
State of mind of heart, of time
In the end I'm just a cliche love heartbreak and wonder poem

A child robbed of her innocent soul
A tank of propane ready to blow
A girl trembling with doubt curled in a ball
Silently screaming inside
For I might  not be beautiful or smart funny or charming adorable or perfect
Why can't anyone understand and look into who I might be
I am a shape-shifting demon
Morphing into what is wanted and ignoring who it really is
Answer honestly, I beg would you miss me?

Would you miss me if I fled?
Remember me if I was dead?  
Forgotten easily I must be so i'll just cry and sing and fade into the darkness and disappear in the end
I don't mean to be down but these thoughts just come around.
Nighttime they seem to manifest and in no means digress adding to the stress
The Mind is a two way street causing one to abandon sleep
At 3am the universe enters your head
Since Everyone knows crying puts you to sleep
I'll commence to weep

Magic is a lost art form
It crawls through your mind like a worm
So many papers written about it for the end of the term
All striving for once single goal to learn learn learn
It might make you get a perm
Causing a riot and making you turn
Give that monkey a new bread crumb
Or he'll succumb to being obnoxiously dumb
But it will probably happen anyway
Because the monkey listens to the fray

While his mother goes home to pray
That his father doesn't travel far away
From his family or his favorite friends
But on his job it all depends
On which locations are best for him
Going by the name of Edward Tim
Who use to frequent his home gym
He Crushed on hot girls named  Kim
Kim loved to crash Tim's wonderful parties
Shooting up with a pack of Smarties
Tim wanted her to be a lady

Tim wanted her to be a lady
Because she was pregnant with Tim's baby
Although her mother wanted her to give it up maybe
However Kim wanted to name her baby Sadie.

Tim wanted to name it after his mother.
Kim wanted to name it after her brother.
Both of decided because of each other that it was getting quite dim
With such fuss between Tim and Kim they settled on a name that was another
And prayed that their son would not be dumb
Then he wouldn't be any fun for Kim or Tim

The fat rat sat flat on may's bat
While the sun shined you'll find some fun before the day is done said the trees which they mimed and chimed

We ***** ourselves out to whoever comes along
Prostituting our morals for pieces of paper
The superfluous pieces of paper that seem to rule the world
Lies upon lies to keep the truth under wraps
Nobody knows
Rounded up and slaughtered in what looks to be a serene beautiful place
"It's our culture and our race"  
It's population control, we are doing a service
While they slip you poison in your dinner
Let's disregard all the blood that has seeped into the ground
Those who take a stand, we beat them when they stand
We are the culprits but as well can be the saviors
We are ******* the life we are given, till its dry and barren
And the blood is increasing by the minute and soon the sea will be red
Corrupted and needing to revert
Thousands crying out, but the cries fall on deaf ears
And we don't care
Because haven't you heard?
It's the new fad to be cruel
With red water flowing through the currents
Of this red sea

The color of our skin is fading
Our earth being negated
Praying on blind eyes and deaf minds with no chance of shouting out
we are omniscient  having this
god complex i wont ever miss it

You can never stop us because we are here and we dominate we are above all
We are the race that pulls forward. ignoring being boring consuming everything else thinking we are superior to all

Collecting stuff we don’t need

We no longer have animal instincts

We are jack and the jelly bean mixed with cetirizine

no more a beauty queen

because all she is , is masked by the layers and layers

of liner and foundation

We are all now made up of fake tans, anorexic hands,
botoxed lips, enlarged ******* and hips

Turning into lumps with each earth rotation
Shorter
Fatter
Unhealthier
Lazier

Ill just keep running and running and talking and talking because that the only way to spread the word