Cold showers on Hot days
Laying naked in this Indian haze
As beads of sweat glide down my cheek
I hope I black out, so that I might sleep,
to drift me off to a better place
Through the debris of outer space
Floating through the nebulae
Searching for someone to connect retinae
Igniting that spark we all yearn to find
Both body, soul, and mind  
A connection that feels prehistoric
Searching for that one human that makes us feel euphoric

My cheeks betray me
They lie to everyone all the time
Why?
I've only had two glasses of wine
They turn a rosy color and stay awhile
"Awe that's so cute" **** that I wish they stop
I find it quite vile
Either my cheeks or my eyes betray me nonstop
I don't like being able to be read so easily
There is more to me than what you see
My eyes betray me, if you look real close
Screaming about what really is
Thankfully most seem to miss this
But ever I would fall in love
those eyes will be my downfall
Yelling about my true feelings
Not being able to hide
I fear for that day
That my own eyes condemn me

Again it's pouring in Switzerland
The sounds of wet footsteps hitting the pavement
I am starting to feel something once again
So I'll extend my hand
and shake it in achievement just to realize I have no hand to shake
So here I stand in the pouring rain only just to notice the inclined plane

I speak to the trees about my qualms; knowing they will keep them rooted and hidden from the world above.

I cry with the rain about my dysphoria; so that it's curved drops might cleanse me and wash away any anguish.

I whisper to the burning fire about my desires; so that they may ignite and transform into something unquenchable.

I confide in the wind about my loneliness; so that it might blow someone onto  my path so that I would be given a reply to all the things the trees, rain, fire, and wind have heard but could never give me an answer.

I write poems in my sleep
Allowing my dreams to speak
When I wake they fail to keep
Resulting in
Scribbles and nonsense splattered on the sheet
One day I'm sure this nonsense will start to form
Rearrange itself
Into bits of coherent sense
I will never ignore the voice of my subconsciousness
So speak on to me  my dreams
Whisper things into my sleep
That only make sense when I dream
For you hold secrets I know for sure
And I am excellent and putting puzzle pieces together

I was biking home tonight and took the long way home through a school

Everything was so perfect
The song that was playing fit  like a puzzle piece

So I stopped

And laid on the asphalt,  looked  up into the sky to see the stars dimmed by the city lights

Though their light looked faded you could still make out constellations

While the stars, who are million miles away and are nothing but gas mainly hydrogen and helium I could swear they were sending me messages in Morse code

I felt so peaceful and at ease

Then in a moment it was over when a bright flashlight got pointed at me by a security guard saying." hey,  you okay? "

I was fine of course, thanks for asking though

Oh well, i'll wait for the moment to be right again

She talked and talked without ever having to stop

Needless to say

All she said was novel and splendid,

If you really paid attention and listened closely you’d be astounded

She painted images and idea’s that have yet to be imagined

Questioned the questions that have been left unanswered

But people grew bored and her voice was muted and drowned out

Chatty Kathy then shut her mouth

And presumed to take on fake and uninteresting small talk

Because no one really cared to listen

Glorious thoughts and notions being forced into a cage, her own mind.

She’s alright with this

Too bad, that Chatty Kathy could have opened your mind to new heights.

Only the people who inquire what she really has to say are on a different level