Got over her by going under.

You never know how green
A leaf may be
Until you turn it over.

A life half expressed
may as well be dead
To me.

A beautiful mind
Without the courage to show it
How else would then,
The World come to know it?

You shout at the void
and wait for the echo
but like a duck's quack
nothing comes back

(why is the duck not quacking)
I cannot hear it though
I know its beak is moving

And we keep shouting
at the day

A duck quacks back

Someone is richer
Someone is prettier
Someone is smarter
Someone is stronger
Someone is better
Someone is more

But no one else is as ****** up as you are.
And that’s why you are special

I poured some time
into a well. just to see
how much the water'd
Swell.

Another day
Another down
Another pour

But never filled, never flowed.
Why then am I doing this for?

Her eyes, by sparkling gems
glittered in the wind
and when the beat dropped
so did that bootay

This City is littered with u's
and smiles of every way.
I'm glad we knew
each other before

We grew to say
"I miss the good ol' days"

The people we truly Love never leave us.
There will always be imprints on our Hearts
made by them.
And when we choose to Love again
It's like muscle memory

A happy person makes a terrible activist

Well, this is new.

The world is a hard place
with hard people
carrying theirs around
like columns on their backs
making it even harder for
them to know
just how much the world has
broken in their rubble

And some revel in their ashes
And some build palaces
And some think it's just fantastic
And some go on helping others
knocking weight off their backs

But never let someone fall so low
that they sharpen the edges of our trash
As the world is already a hardened place
Then why should I be so?

I wonder which bird
was the First to
step off its perch
enough times to Fly

Or were all birds born that way?
Then what is the average number
of times each one fell until their
wings could carry them High?

Definitely not the penguins or the dodos
But I know that anyone can try.

I'd give you the world,
If I could.

But you became mine
and so the world
was given
to me.

If each person is a Universe,
then self-exploration is a
journey
visiting your own planets
that we can learn to understand
each other by.

“How heavy is the light you carry?”
, asked the kid.

The light itself weighs nothing
but is easily seen by all:
the good, the bad, the wandering
and eventually touches everyone
which makes it an easy target.

To bear the light, one must
wander through the consequence of their own desires.
Everyone can spot the light easily,
but darkness masks itself in many forms.
Eventually every individual is chosen at some point
in their lives to seek their true path.
But they must navigate the dark on their own.

The Universe has no wrong timing either.
They send each soul out when they are supposed to go.
But everyone encounters different things.
Some see dragons, others see pigs, or even
the shadows of ghosts - but in dealing with these,
each is granted their own weapon of choice
Which is sharpened and made stronger with each foe they slay.

Everyone is matched with monsters the
same size of their bravery and no one is pitted
against the things they cannot overcome.
It is believed to be of highest honors when
an individual is chosen to journey, and
during this time the people closest to them
must let go. Friends and family look away,
and the more they hold on, the longer it takes.

“What about those colorful stripes? How
did you get those?”, the kid asked tracing
the edges of colors that decorated the light bearer.

Oh these? Every time someone loses a battle
and falls to the darkness, they are marked with
a bright color - making them more easily spotted
by their enemies and must start over.

But every time they start over they have
gained the wisdom of practicality to navigate
the darkness better and begin glowing a hue brighter.

“Oh that’s really cool! You remind me of a
colorful Zebra and feel like a Daddy to me!
I’ll call you ZADDY!”

Oh, gawd. Please don’t facepalm

“When I grow up I want to be as colorful as you!”

Ah, for your sake I hope you keep your one true color.
A bush rustles nearby
Quick, look! There’s a shiny bulbasaur over there!
Let’s go catch it!!

And the light bearer flings parts of himself upon the ground
illuminating a glowing path for all that wander nearby to see.

"Everyday is like walking on magical rainbows with you"

This sentence has no meaning.
I might as well rip it
from my notebooks
And my mind.

How pompous of me
to believe meaning
could ever be constructed
from Nothing.

Nothing by all means.

There are those fighting for their life
There are those fighting for their/ to be right(s)
There are those fighting to be white

You drive me crazy.
You drive me insane?
You drive me to the edge of
The World
where "I miss you's"
never left my brain.

You drive me so fast down
Memory lane -- time
Slows.

You drive me mad, bonkers
Off the road at times too.

But if there was a way
I'd want to be driven,
it'd always
Be with
You.

Someone, somewhere out there thinks you’re beautiful—
Maybe.

Idk how ugly you are.

Maybe I haven't found her yet
because I haven't found myself.

But the day I do arrive
at the doorsteps to myself
The Universe may justly coincide
with another soul who's life
shares the same handle.

As we strive for ourselves
     we strive for each other
                     and
As we search on our own
may we come to be better known
together.

Love you stilly,
whispers
the quiet winds
that bend

through morrow
hollow woods
that secret
sounding send

off we go
awning so
tell me where and when

If Loving you's
a crime

I'd gladly serve
time for life +

There was a land, so fair and green
they called upon it "opportunity"
rhyme scheme, metaphor,
**** THAT WALL YOU *******!

Forever no more,
A forgotten shore
A wasted land of
broken promises
embedded in each kiss,
Each step.

And all I can think
about is you~

******* on deez nuts.

In order to be deep
One must traverse a
Desert of shallow waters

If my Life allowed me to
Love you a thousand times over,
I’d do so— die. And ask Heaven
to borrow eternity with you.

Kiss me goodbye
For the first time
Ever.

Kiss me Hello
For the last time
Gone.

Kiss me Again
at the rise of
Dawn.

Kiss me for kissing's sake
As we go
Hold -- my heart up
for the world to know.

my Father planted
the seed, yet
I
reaped
The flower.

What kind of
Garden
shall we sow?

Fall arrives, and the leaves
turn dry — meanwhile outside
there’s plenty of wet *****.

I know you came over
several times;
and it's confusing I
never tried
to escalate physically.

But the respect I have
For you
could never undo the
lust I must hide--
Unless you gave me
Permission to.

I wouldn't mind, although sublime
takes beauty for time to
wear well inside.

So let's, make. Love- when
You say it's okay there's no
Rushing anyway, what's really
A day after all when we have
A Lifetime?

The ones that fall the hardest
dared to climb higher in the first place.

I'm a guy, so naturally
I'm not great at reading
between        -I
the                 -like
lines              -you,
                      -idiot.
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I like you in the way
that I miss your company
that I crave your voice
at the end of a long day

that I need you to hold me
and stay.

The longer you walk in the dark
The easier it becomes to see
The monsters for what they are

But don't stay too long, confusing
bad company for friends.

The Lover is a conqueror
whose name is once everyone's
as they search the faces
of strangers for pieces of
themself, in mountains,
in valleys, ‘til the edges of earth
crumbles at someone like You,
the Lover is never another
late comer to your bed
but instead
will lay down their life
To rest as time tries to search
for surrender and finality by
looking inside some meaning and
some conflict and some tender harsh
romping for the Lover never gives
Up too easily to know,

Love is a death
Love is a slumber
Love is to be taken
Love is to be lost

Love is what the conqueror
Could not fend off.

I came here to tell you something
But forgot what it was...

I guess I'll wait for tomorrow
and see if I remember.

Oh I do now,
and Tomorrow brings a new day.

A two-way-truce to
borrow each other's
Hollows
through an ethereal plane

absent hearts
vacant minds
hooky ex-lovers
wound in another

bodies searching
from pain to hide

aching, aching--
let pain touch its way?

does that feel better,
does it feel good?
how a tragedy can be so

Misunderstood.

When someone makes light of Suicide;
they are processing it.

Sorting trauma, understanding
where and how life can begin
despite the pain; can take many forms.

Because how absurd is it to plant
a flower
where a crack splits in the sidewalk?

How absurd to label a
Fault line, a Rainbow?

How dare you mark those imperfect
roadways others deem unsafe to travel
with Beauty, Life and Hope!

How dare you decorate those sign posts
with glitter and streamers so others know
where not to travel!

How dare you reach through the Abyss
and pull something out of it, yea how
dare you let others know what's
really there...

I understand, Suicide is not a joke...
Unless we're both still here laughing
As I say, better to be an ***
who kept on cracking
Than the guy who fell through his
own Rainbows;

'Twas said that long ago
the girls they'd flock
from far and low for
guys who kept them guessing.

Guess what?
What.
Idk bro, it's still a mystery.

Do we write to remember?
Or do we write to forget?

If I ever lost something that
cost an ounce of pain

Whatever had been lost was
worth the life I gained.

If I stray too far from myself
I might lose it
But if I stay standing still
I will anyways

What other choice do I have
but to walk?
Regardless of direction.

So I flail my limbs about me
in  Hopes that it brings;

I'm never alone
with a mirror

pointless circles

Kissing you, a
dream I wish
not to wake
from. lulled--
I stare
and long
a lost
sleep
forever.

What zen
would then
have me
be, at
peace
with I?

Myself
the wealth
of all
the world
inside.

Everyone has a Light
Inside them.
And everyone has some darkness too
But you were born to make
the world brighter,
so why not be
More like you.

Do the roots of tomorrow
ever grow in delay?
Worry not if the
Flower
Will bloom in a day