I feel the need
To type hello
To ask if you want company
I feel the need
To keep it short
To slightly tease
To arouse your curiosity
I feel the need
To shave my legs
To cutely dress
To match my bra to my *******
I feel the need
To ready myself
For an answer
I've yet to receive
I feel the need
To hope
That you'll finally
See me
I feel the need
To sleep
Because you never reply
Why can't I be the guy?
Why can't I just ignore...
Not feeling the need
To adore
To miss or to love
Why can't I just feel the need
To give up?
Why can't I give less of me?
Why can't I feel the need for more?
Alas, I'm bound to this heart....
I feel the need
To rip it out of my chest
To allow myself rest
To fall apart......

©MV

Dreams grow trees;
Perseverance fruits!

slowed to a halt:
a winter afternoon
or the sun’s departure in
the northern woods—
this is I,
and you as well with your heavy
eyelids and heavy hands.

we still are not light;
not the lithe feet of a
whimsical dance.

we are not the yellow light
in slits across the
wooden floor.

we are hot air
running thick in
the mouths of all who
dare stand in the heat

—yes!

for the sun has drained us of our green
but left us gold.

for this, we are enduring.
for this, we have tried
not to stab ourselves
with our own sharp spines;
the golden sword of
of thoughts.

I am 21
with more scars than years

a water soaked canvas:
prune

to be alone,
I'm still not sure.

So it shows:
branded.

Don't ask what I mean-
I cannot say with words
but instead

the cries
slither from a razor's edge:
joy.

I am prying myself
into time

into whatever is
more
than I.

She is different
she is crazy
she is beauty
like a daisy

her hazel eyes
shine so bright
her beautiful smile
turns dark to light

acting so casual
and never shows
she always care
for those who are close

and when she is angry
dont go near
you might get a hit
if you are not clear

i love this girl
more then anything
as she is my sister
my everything !!

Watch them
Searching amongst a trifling heap!
Bear your watch ~
And gear your gaze,
Realize this dangerous maze.
-
Through the brush,
Along the hills,
Stands a little shack..

An outcast with a knack~

No one could understand this very odd man.
Yet even to reach him on foot or on yak
It would mean you must
Lead away and carve your very own tracks.

Where to go, following the road no one goes?
What to see or to learn, exploring what no one knows?
Speak! unique star of the universe,
Tell your stories of the beautiful adventure,
That only you chose..

You could dance or stand still,
Sit on solid ground or climb a sand hill!

Talk in verse
Or reverse your curse and present your prose
Into a rhythm only you really knowss
        Look, let me stop..
..
                                      ..

I admit, I'm just an ordinary man.