Dreams don't
But
Predictions
Do.

To the women
Of hello poetry

I send out
A cry
And a plea

Please hug me

You are so creative
And supportive too

It's just amazing
What your online hugs
Can do

I send my love to you

to see or not to see
our eyes take the lead
if the mind is inquisitive
the eyes are prying
sometimes
it's not what we see
but how we observe it
or why we look into the thing
our attention interprets
according to our mind's taste—
our history, our knowledge, etc.
unfortunately, all is relative
in beauty or truth
heaven or earth
I mean
except those universal truths
when magic is real
and no dreams
are too big to achieve
...we all need to be
inspired sometimes
I could be easily won
by those little wonders I see
merry go around  
be glad in the circles
of living
by the way
what did you see
for the day, my friends?

In a land of only rocks and water,
A boy is searching or answers.
He wants to learn to trust,
to learn how to stop drawing lines,
to learn how to be happy.
Right now the boy is alone,
but soon his burden will lighten,
with a new friend.

But the boy wants to forget,
all of that for a moment.
He looks up to see the water,
the islands of rock,
the open sea in the distance.
He sees the sky,
mixed with pink and blue,
and on the other side,
clouds rolling in for the night.

Time has slowed down,
the boy is in his own world,
one filled with words to write,
but none that he can speak.

have i really found what im looking for?
ive torn so many pages
ive told myself so many times
ive said your even stronger to start over
i fake myself into thinking this is normal
you never seemed to care
maybe i just don't remember
but god all those tears i shed
all for you to leave
leave me
me
after i had given all i had
after my breathing had stopped from panicking
because you werent there
i should have seen
you were never there
i was naïve
you just needed someone
to comfort you
you.
                           -lb

Where the thought thinks
first of itself is where the Universe
first ****** itself into existence

The old ball and chain
tethered to the ankle is not enough
for me, but it's fun to skip with

The vibrations of skin
friction beneath the fingernails
must be a sounding of the ankh

Another few days tacked on
with hardly even a thought

God, help me
Because ten minutes ago I was happy and excited for the whole year
And now here I am with tears streaming down my face and a lack of motivation to go to sleep and face tomorrow
I'm to that point again where I just don't know
So God, please help me

What's the point in trying* when in the end I'm *hiding

Never good enough for even the people I love deeply
As they tell me all my faults and how imperfect I am

Unable to accept me no matter what even if I hold them dearly
Although I show them gratitude and do the best I can

I can never show my true self inside
Because then they'll choose to toss me aside

What's the point in trying when in the end I'm *dying