The untouachable stars twinkle and above the stream
They glisten as do a thousand diamonds
The stream gently flows as does silk through hands
Although cold, it refreshes and soothes all who embrace it

A cool breeze lifts you up into the sky
You see the treetops as reminders that there is more above
Each tree slowly waving goodbye through the wind
All the constellations greet you with a sparkle

The nocturnal animals come out and play in what is thought to be the dead of night
They sing and dance for the joy of life
The animals truly appreciate the wonders of night

At first there is silence
By listening closer you hear the insects
The insects despite demonization enjoy the night as well
Fireflies light up the area while cicadas play their song
You may also hear the howling winds
One would say they are haunting
If you truly listen you hear momentous stories
The stream speaks nonsense expecting you to interpret it into beauty

The night smells of what can only be described as relaxation
Some say it's cool like a frozen pond
Others will exclaim it is that of fresh dew condensing

Whatever it is to you is opinion
Every opinion of smell, sight, or hearing is correct nonetheless
The night is wondrous
Some choose to slumber come nocturne
You can find me in awe at the beauty of what is simply known as night

I thought I would never miss it
I've gone this far without doing that
But now that I've thought again I do

I miss being around such a funny person
You could always make me laugh
When times were bad you made me feel good
From fun to romance I enjoyed it

I realise now that no one else has done that
Sure they were fun to be around
None of them were as amazing as you

This isn't a hateful or persuasive poem
It's the truth
It doesn't matter if this is seen it needed to be said

I want to feel that again and maybe this time it will work out
No success comes without failure

I hate small talk
Although it's a start
It's always the same questions
Those questions beg similar answers
"How's your day"
"Do you like the weather"

I want big talk
Two intellectuals conversing
I want to talk about space
The intricacies of clouds
The beauty of the world
Or even controversies

Let's all take the time to move from mere small talk to big talk

I want someone to cuddle when the Sun goes down
They can give me a smile out of a frown
We can laugh together at seemingly nothing
Maybe they would dance or sing
I want someone to share fun times with
When I would leave I'd seal the day with a kiss
There wouldn't need to be words for me to admire
I could look at their face and never tire
Maybe someday I could find this person
But for now it's what I want you will find me searching

Who am I to judge or critique
Who am I to tell the truth
In part I am a human

Like all humans we will do wrong
It is a duty to now do what is right
We cannot judge a person on one wrongdoing
We should judge them on the good

In another part I am me
Being me is different than human
Finding out who that is is the challenge
We all need our own identity
Without it we cannot be judged at all

Strive for greatness
Do great things
Dont do them because others want you to
Do them because you want to
In the end you are the ultimate judge of yourself
Love yourself by loving others

If at first you don't succeed try, try again
It could be a test you did poor on
Maybe it's a game that you can't beat
Even if it's as simple as tying your shoes
It almost never works the first time
So never give up

That doesn't mean you shouldn't change
The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over again and expecting different results
The world gave us trys to find our mistakes and improve it
It is our job to find it out and change
If we don't change we get stuck in what the world uses to be instead of what it is about to be

The message is clear
Give all you have everytime
If that doesn't work try again
Never give up on the world:
Your dreams
Your aspirations
Most importantly never give up on your life

I seem so stressed, Im always looking at the positives and the best
It keeps me engaged while life is putting me to the test
If you asked what matters they write it on a check
Or you feel it in the sweat when you've fallen into ***

If dying is what it seems, then why does it always appear within my dreams
Trying to understand what the devil may be in
It works all the same everything feels like sin
Henny and Gin, always on one's mind
The truth is out there but it's so ******* hard to find
The grind of life causes us to choose vice
Whether its alchohol, tobacco, or maybe it's rolling dice
Nice is what you want to be but that won't happen
As long as you succumb to the evils that surround men
When we find our vices we give up on life
The evils of Lucifer causing us strife