Wine has a color like my thoughts Dark and wet Because my mind is a dark room, with dew on the walls And mold in the corners It’s so empty I hear my dreams echo from when I was sleeping Eleven hours ago And honey has the consistency of my thoughts Slow and thick And sticky Not letting go of the past And collecting everything as it blows by Just to get heavier and Have me grow more sorrowful My honey-thoughts and mind of dark places are unlikable And I much prefer my old, fan-thoughts That would blow the negative things away and cool me down And my old mind of a castle so broad and beautiful with framed pictures on the wall And marble stairs Clean (never collecting dust), and organized Where did it go? Why did it leave?
I’m tugging your sleeve I feel like a small child with their parent at the amusement park And I’m saying to you, mentally, “You’re just jumping at everything that comes at you! Taking it under your arms and caressing it Announcing it loud and clear! Your plans are made” But oh, You let them go when something more shiny and new comes along And you let go of all you said before and now you’ve scribbled out your future And are writing a new And what is this? A comical change? Are you doing this for the fun of it? Because you’re bouncing like a bunny And smiling along the way And I can’t help but never take you seriously Because with the dusty things you have now There are shinier things to come And you change your mind as often as I bite my nails
I look at my window but not out And I’m looking at its unprotected-of-weather surface, blue and wet Crying And pebbled in drops of the rain that has been falling all day And I feel like it My surface blue, and wet Crying, And pebbled in drops of the pain that has been falling on me For a while now My window and I have a lot in common, it seems
My regrets are falling down on me like rain And I know I’ve always said that I don’t have any Each bad thing leads to a good But I am noticing some that have never done anything good for me Except get the curiosity out But I would have rather been curious my whole life long Than have regret taunting me in my sleep And in my days
Well I made it across in my boat The murky sea, plentiful in doubts and sorrow It ate up my oar And I sobbed as I used my arms in replacement But I’ve made it across and this land is glazed in flowers I’m finally okay
A tree told me a story today And it was better than a grandfather-on-his-rocking-chair Better than an Uncle-George-by-the-campfire Because this tree did not use words He used movements graceful like a river And I’ve never seen anything so beautiful
Maybe contentment is a bird I set free that I’ll never get back Maybe life is a plane that takes off and you just have to get on before it does Or you take the train It’s slower but you still get where you’re going eventually And maybe you’ll see your contentment flying by your window Wishing you were flying with it like you would have in the plane If you had gotten on And perhaps I’m one of those people who didn’t get on And I’m taking the train watching that bird out my window
My mind does the touching And morphing And feeling And making, creating and inventing
Whereas my hands Just do what my mind says to do So they really are just Slaving
...But I suppose if I did not have them The things of my mind could not come to life Could not be possible outside of my own being And those things would forever stay in bottles and labelled boxes in my head And forever develop spider webs and dust!
Sink your thoughts into my open-ended pen of a mind and I’ll write them down and analyze them on a Wednesday which I have no plans. Open your goals with me and I’ll stuff them down the centre of a paper airplane and we’ll grip hands and throw it together aiming it directly into the wishing well of our future
My eyes are a gift And so are yours And too often we go unseeing what should be seen Ignoring what should be analyzed Searching for what isn’t found Because you can’t possibly know what you could be missing out on If you’re missing out on it
Amazement overcomes me When I step outside From the littlest blade of grass to the biggest tree From the smallest crawling bug to the fattest bee When I step outside Amazement overcomes me
You are colder than the frost along my window Colder than the wind, that through the trees, blow Colder than the snow And you are causing strings between me and this darkness Scaring off the light that guides my conscience Nothing makes sense
Grey clouds are humming me awake And these dark walls are sweating and their drips create puddles My crusted-over mind is on the floor beside me It’s whispering things I’m too stubborn to hear And all the birds’ songs are slowing down Their nightmare-like voices are flowing through the screen Of my open window
And sounds that once were angelic Are horrid And all pretty things are now bland
The orange sky Welcomes in the herons flying by Blue to the feathers But yellow in the eye And the grass, the emerald green So clean Saying hi to the Black and yellow bees Near by
My friends, the fence posts Are keeping the trees Away from my view And I look through the cracks and see only their branches Please step aside for a moment, fence posts, The trees are beautiful too
Let’s visit dream worlds on a daily basis Hop a train away from reality Take my plane with me – it flies where no one sees And anything is possible there
I have mountains to give the world And I was waiting for the earth to unzip and open up a space for me Waiting in line for a ticket Waiting for someone to give me the signal – that it’s okay to go But I was silly I can just start whenever I want My limits are only set by myself
I have mountains to give the world And I’ll start right now
You keep me awake in my trying-to-nap My trying-to-nap thinks of your touch It’s thinking of you, and I’m still awake My trying-to-nap is a nap-not-so-much
Why are you glowing red hot But cool to the touch And send heat through my heart But chills down my spine Goose bumps on my arms And sweat on my palms What temperature are you, exactly?
If all of nature should be so mean And swallow itself up To disappear into dreams and far off wishes I would first grab a hold of its hand And tell it to not forget me Because I will not forget it
I would search for it at the seams of the earth And the cracks in the sidewalks The holes of volcanoes And stuffed in the clouds And my life would exist for all eternity Until I found nature and could rest in peace with it
My body could be rotting underground but I would be searching And I would not be at peace until then
Nature feeds me the notes And I bellow them out She sings alongside me; The grass whistles, the trees hum And when all is quiet in the woods at night-time The sky is in symphonies The moon sings its song And the stars, harmonizing along And if in this you are missing out Where have you been?
Your hypocritical mind is un-ignorable I’m below it holding light towards it I don’t want it growing or rainbow-ing out of your body Find it please, its making me cringe Be rid of it
Don’t look down on others Or bellow their flaws Laughing at them won’t reattach your lost pride Doing as they did to you will not conquer
Fight your ever oozing, flowing, growing sickening **** of forgets Remember things you say Don’t mock or pout at others who say the same things Think of how you shouldn’t do as inferiors do But do not highlight your superior-ism Not that you even are And you’re blind of the fact you’re conceited You would only deny it if told
Your immaturity is spiking up through my back And cutting me—slicing me open But I don’t want the blood to drip in your eyes I don’t want you to realize through the liquid of mine But realize through somebody else I can’t break it to you The ice you’ve frozen is too thick for me to melt And you need to crack it yourself
I** try not to tell you how I feel No one should determine your choices but you Farther from honesty I become Lies aren’t told, but my thoughts aren’t portrayed Unless you can dig them out of me Every thought you have discourages you No truth I could tell would save you from that ‘Cause the truth is, if you go Everything would be hard for me, and you’d only feel worse
Not always is a map put in front of you Not always are you passed a compass for good judgement Not always are answers so clear Not always is the final product laid out on the table Not always is a rough draft drawn out Not always are clues so obviously picked out Not always are pathways cleared Not always are rules so easy to follow – Not always is finding things easy
The only thing you should ever take from a person Is a smile Or a hug Or a laugh Something that can be kept, and stolen away at the same time And leaves you both feeling good
Nature is so confident Its beauty is so prominent Its grace flows just like butterflies In yellow skies It whistles through the branches As a field of flowers dances And a forest with a flowing stream Just like a dream
Don’t pause We’re doing fine on play We could even fast forward a little But don’t pause And definitely don’t stop Don’t even think about rewinding It would just cause bad memories
“I’m really happy you’re in my life, I wouldn’t have it any other way”. Neither would I. If you weren’t in my life All things in sight would be grey “You just make me so happy All the time”, and I am too If it weren’t so contagious Everything would be blue “It just feels natural doesn’t it” Yes, there is nothing good we lack If I were to not see you again All things in my life would turn black
What if no one ever sees in you What I see in you? What if people only see your incapabilities? And find you inferior And think you're not strong Even though, inside, you are capable, superior And stronger than anyone Look at how you speak so surely that someone will see it In you, What I see in you Look at how strong and sure you are
But what if all these blind, close-minded, selfish people on earth Don’t see that
I agree A little wooden bridge over a creek in the woods Is a perfect place To ask me on a date
Your words flowed like the river With little ripples at times, like it Your eyes held strong like the trees And your intentions were as good as nature’s, on living things
Good riddance good thoughts Get uncaught; my tangled mind is fine, On its own, you only make it cry You’re good but unreachable Your wisdom is un-preachable Good riddance good thoughts I’m changing the plot of my story
I want you and me to go so high that earth will seem a speck I want to go so far with you that our feet will be none left I want me and you to last so long that all will watch in envy I want you to love me to the point its weight is heavy