Nothing has to be done
Open that door and run

Stress is staying behind
Today be no more blind
Run in the direction of your heart
Expel the nonsense and be smart
Stress is a curse when nearby
Say to stress forever goodbye

Why do poets always talk about the ocean's waves,
about their single file march to shore,
and yet never talk about my grandmother's farts,
which arrive in time, one after the other, with equal
     regularity?

Are these poets too holy to comment on anything
less than nature's flashiest gestures?
Are we going to spend another millenia searching
for meaning in sunsets and waterfalls?

Or will we finally turn our ear to Grammy's ****
and away from all that pretty stuff,
and hear that foul, muted trumpet sing,
marking the end of an era?

hands are such unique features in our bodies.
i mean,
hands can let us feel what we can't see. they have been our guide and support even in darkness.
hands make music. fingers pluck guitar strings and strong hands hold drum sticks
hands can describe our feelings when we speak. we use it to emphasize more of what we say in our everyday.
hands are for love. we have used it for holding others people's hands and let them feel what they are supposed to feel.
hand are also for hate and anger. the clenched fists we used to do in times of rage.
hands are for art. the way they hold brushes and give life through strokes of ink and paint.

but my hands haven't known yet what they are for.
these hands never understand
what story it can tell someday.

I would say I love you but I taught myself not to love things that leave.

And for the first time
I feel less alone
And for the first time
I can call this home

make it ******
make it look like you're happy

make the smile reach the eyes
show it from where the love lies.

how can this love be so wrong?
when all i want is be with you any minute
be a fan of your ridiculous jokes
because all i want is to laugh with you

all i want is to hold your hands
and dance with you
in rhythm of our high school dance theme song

all i want is to be beside you
when you make any moment the most of it.

hell, i know it's wrong
now i see you holding her.

want* to f
                   a
                  l
                     l
                in love,
But at some point you smiled,
And *******,
             I blew it.