***** it all
I have my own mind
My own self to take care of.

So ***** you
I don't need you
I am not anything
That's buy one get one free
Just turn your *** around before I kick it
I don't want you, I have poetry.

Sleepless and full of wonder
I ponder impossibilities
The reality is simply wasted time and unfulfilled superiority
As I lay staring upon my ceiling
I write to give it meaning
Though I know I am lacking depth and understanding
The beginning lies within the dawn
I can only hope to spawn the other side of me
Tonight I'm far too gone dreaming of what could be

I’d like to know,
where your thoughts go
when you’ve left them alone.

are they under a rock,
counting the time of a clock?
or behind a tree,
waiting for you to open your eyes and see?

maybe its floating in the air
and dancing through your hair,
or a small little speck
sitting on your neck.

perhaps it still there
but you don’t care,
so you gave it a smack
and pushed it back.

now it sits in your mind all alone;
a forgotten thought waiting for the day it regains its throne.

Before you can feel the soft touch of poetry
and it can play a song for you,
look for the positive aspect in moonlit shadows.  
Stop and wonder
how a heart breaks then makes friends
who give of themselves
until they bleed out on the cold floors
of the world.

Do you find that time lays heavy on you
within dreams
where snow melts in pictures
of piercing eyes
that mail letters to the moon.
Or are you afraid to look out the window
and stop pretending
you are falling in love with being all alone
with just your heart and a slingshot?

What litters the path where your feet move
calling out to the sky
that there is no magic wish
staring at you
waiting for you to finish.
Does your breath catch in conversations
held with snowflakes
that spin and bow then fade away
leaving you to wonder
where you go
from here.

Has it come to the point
where you walk in the places
where white lies run through the stream of life?  
Does innocence struggle with colors
that make our eyes believe nothing is true
when something new becomes old
inside of winds that creep
and freeze like icicles.

Before you can feel the soft touch of poetry
and it can play a song for you,
you must have walked this path
I have described.  
Do not stand up and leave with your
thoughts racing,
climbing higher and higher,
lest you become one of those hearts
that bleed.

Nothing is as intangible as the time in your childhood when you dreamed
Though nothing here on earth has ever been what it really seemed
No one ever tells stories of a damsel in distress
Who drove away every nice prince because her heart was in a mess
No stories about the villain, the one that got away
Who moved on to another poor princess and ruined her life in some way
But no one ever gets out alive being stuck inside the tower of their past
And you'll never write another fairy tale about the wonders of a love that didn't last
Unless you kick the notion that someday someone will save you
You're bound to make a mess pursuing a villain you can't get through to


So we venture out timidly, always on the alert
Fantasizing about what's his name, though our heart continues to hurt
And maybe when we've given up, or decided to put love on hold
A stranger will begin to seep in, and warm the inside of your heart's mold
He may not be charming, or royal in any manner
And there won't be whistles, bells, or banners
But eventually you've forgotten about that new princess and her villain
You realized everyone was right, he was just one out of a billion
But you realized something else, your prince is not
For his quirks are far more precious than something that's just "hot"
Maybe happily ever after hasn't been discussed just yet
But its still your fairy tale, one you can't forget

The greatest eyes
A blindness
And fury hurts
an enchanted connection
An edge
Resolution
Miracle