Fire is only hot to the touch so I watch the flames flip around like ladies coming out of water and throwing their hair out of their eyes.
And I watch the colors infuriate the grass beneath, for being so bright and making that green so dull. And I watch the heat that I cannot feel
The temperature only visible mentally
So for a while I pretend it’s cold
Because I can
And for a minute I pretend it’s wet, so if I had stuck my hand inside
I would not burn to black
But become glazed in red water
And maybe it would taste of coconut or something similar
So that if I licked my hand
I’d enjoy it because of my liking of coconut
And while I’m at it
I pretend the entire world is completely different
And my mind is finally at ease
Until I’m called into the tent to sleep and the snore of my friend brings me back to where I am
And what I’m really doing
And how the world really is

What’s the point in pretending everything is not as it is
Because it only makes what is, left to be unfixed! and if ignored long enough
It will only get worse and be even more unfixable
So I’ll just stay with reality for now and try my best to fix what is
So that what is, is even more appealing than what isn’t

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

Nothing pleases my eyes more
Than your face so close to mine
That they can’t even focus

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!

So, thank you, hands.
Thank you very much.

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

I sit, sit, sit
And I pick, pick, pick
At my watch

I’m sad, sad, sad
‘Cause I had, had, had
But I lost

I’ll cry, cry, cry
And I’ll sigh, sigh, sigh
‘Til I rot

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

“Fine”
I said, to doubt
“Fine, have it your way”
And at that
He grinned
And certainly did have it his way

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 childhood friends were the butterflies
And the dandelions
The picnic tables
The trees that held swings
The puddles
And the animal-shaped clouds

Not people

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

Butterflies? Ha!
I feel dragons with wingspans of fifty feet
Racing through my entire body

I rip it in half
But not in four
If I were to rip it more
My eyes would close and I’d regret it
My hands would fold and I would cry

Your spit against me
From your hate
But it came from your stomach that’s growling in envy

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?

Bye, bye
Negative eye
Of mine
I wave you away in the boat that you lay to never come back
Never betray
My days
Sail astray

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?

The songs that play off my elbows and knees
Are quietly loud and
Somewhat adjoined to the whispers of my heart

So

I can only laugh now; haha!

How silly of me to fall

In love! In love?

Hah! I laugh again

Love; how cliché, and common

And predictable



– And– and a little... nice

And, warm

And...

Wonderful.

-


...What was I laughing at again?

It is not the length
Of a poem that matters
But what it contains

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

What doesn’t get done
Will never get done
If no one decides to pursue it

What always is done
Doesn’t need to be done
But it’s done by all those who do it

What sometimes is done
Is too often un-done and
Should probably be done all the time

And what wants to be done
But not done quick enough
Could be easily done just in time

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

Sadness is much more important
Than the reasoning behind it
I will help you fight this feeling
And shine a light to blind it

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

Valentine,
Love of mine
Don’t resign
Stay in line
Keep in mind
You’ll never find
A love like mine

Monday, please don’t do this
Don’t make me feel off balance
Don’t cause my ship to sink
Don’t take my hopes in gallons

Monday, leave me be now
Don’t take my pros, take cons
Don’t pop all of my bubbles
Don’t walk on all my lawns

Monday, hurry up and pass
Don’t **** me dry of smiles
Don’t last a minute longer
Don’t return here for a while

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

When I’m feeling cold
Simple thoughts of you warm me
From the inside, out

Pour me a glass of your antidote
Give me a bottle of here’s-a-new-start
Inject me with ease and feel-good’s
Be the answer to my tick-tocking heart

“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

Oh it was a cold day
But you made me feel so warm

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