Smile baby smile baby smile smile. .
I wanna make you smile. .
I wanna take you high . .
I wanna make you fly. .
o smiley o smiley o smiley. .
Looks like a cute angel
smile like a sweet blossom
sing like a cuckoo bird. . .
O sweety o sweety o sweety. . .
Fall like a pleasant sunshine.
Flow like a river bed.
ring like a church bell now .
Come to me come to me come to me. . .
Come like a rainy drop
be like a holy drop
shower like a rain of gift. . .
Hey smarty hey smarty hey smarty. .
Glow like a rising sun
be like a thunder storm
work like a running clock. . .
Hey dolly hey dolly hey hey. .
Play like a winter spring
be like a cool monsoon
help like a cool breeze now. . .
Smile baby smile baby smile smile. .
O smiley o smiley o smiley. . . .

i am full of anxiety and daydreams.

i am built from bad poetry and depression pills.

i am a puddle of liquid fire.
i am 
my own worst enemy. 

i am weighed down by words i’ll never say
and calories i shouldn’t have eaten.

i am either too clingy or too detached,
too loud or too quiet.

i am a paradox with skin and bones
and i’m trying to be okay with that.

my eyes are exhausted from seeing things
i need not want to have a glimpse

from looking at people
i need never want to love at all

from catching melancholic eyes
i need in no way want to sympathize


my eyes are exhausted
from observing faces of reality

the crooked
unsubtle kind of hypocrisy


―a.t.

its weird where i see poetry these days.  like…theres a better way to say it than that.  but im always shocked to see poetry in a bucket of bone colored paint or in a mess around a dumpster or in the dryer lint.  i see it in your avoidance and in the jokes i’ve learned to make. i see it in scuffed boots and missing keys on a keyboard.  i still see it in celestial beings.  i still see it in the face of everyone i talk to.  but now i see it everywhere and its almost overwhelming but at the same time i’m glad.  because even the ******* things can be okay if you look at them right.

The beauty of the heart
is the lasting beauty:
its lips give to drink
of the water of life.
Truly it is the water,
that which pours,
and the one who drinks.
All three become one when
your talisman is shattered.
That oneness you can't know
by reasoning.

One night when being in a dream so sweet,
I heard my mind to call me visit,
I opened the door of my deep subconscious,
To catch the hidden love and beauty.
Oh what I saw and what I heard,
The masterpieces and lovely words,
They stood there sparkling, crystallised
Like pure diamonds on the door of Paradise.
So stunned and proud I digged more deep
Wordless beauty and shining rooms,
It came to me and astounded I was,
Oh, this precious Paradise lives in my senses.
There is so much unknown in the depth of life,
And yet every creature acquires that art in mind.
Do find the hidden treasures of love and beauty,
They will be there behind the valued door,
Waiting on the quiet till you reach the entrance,
And create a masterpiece which will live in history.