What a wonderful feeling
   When true love speak without
even a word.
       Enchants your world
To a beautiful obsession ,
A great feeling poking through your soul
Everything feels good
        Everything's beautiful
        An indescribable sensation
                     Oh my,
Just imagine
How good it’d feel to witness
   such love
    The Audacity of love to
       Paint you it’s beautiful world
          Without even a word shared
Imagine.

Choices made to get rid of the pain
Cutting off those, who judge you
Disrespectful criticism not able to speak back
Having an opinion seen as the enemy
Pursuing a dream while they never tried
On a high horse looking down on everyone
Material possessions doesn't make you better
Respecting people staying humble is admirable
You can't buy respect it's earned everyday
All the change is for the better growing strong

8 passenger mini van
i carry all the love
strapped in
delicately
irrational angst and
idealism fighting
in the backseat
i have no room for
your regret
my stomach fell
into the earth
when i heard you
were going to be a dad
i have been loyal to a ghost
for the past 6 months
of course you still want me
i was always the person
who was capable of
loving you despite
the placement of the
planets
and your scorpioic
tendencies

It is

Making a path

By walking

There is an ideal bench under the sign at the end of my street
It seems a peaceful spot, with its deep color and curve
As I pass it daily, I imagine sitting there, lost in thought
About who has wronged me, and how I'd hurt them back
About how the snow of my youth has lost its shape to ice
About how I now find benches at the end of streets to be ideal
But most of all, I imagine sitting there, public made private
The ability to transform the space I occupy into my own
Free of the tectonic worry that I should not be in this place
There is an ideal bench under the sign at the end of my street
It seems a peaceful spot, with its deep color and curve
I will sit there in a day to come, and in peace, observe

I’m sorry if this hurts you
I don’t want that
I haven’t told you this before
Not sure if you’ve noticed or not
But the scars aren’t by normal means
Don’t worry they’re not there to end
Just like the semi colon
They’re here because of not ending the sentence
I’m not sure how much you’ve dealt with
I was scared to tell you this
Most people can’t handle it
And I can’t stand to be the burden
I had to get rid of the voices
The lies they keep telling me
The ones I know are false
But the more you hear them
The more you want to trust
Even when they go against all logic
All the memories
Maybe today was just a hard day
Maybe it wasn’t because of the day at all
I’ll probably never find out
I just want you to know that
Adding more art to this ****** up gallery
Has never been your fault
This is a side effect of not ending the sentence
The art may stay for a bit
But I hope you will stay longer
Until the art can stop

Lately I  feel like this place
has become a house
that people has left
a long time ago,
with a lot of sun fading moments
and timeless spells
Where I hear people scribbles
Seemingly like ghosts
from a place I could never reached
Lately I find myself
fighting this game
of hope and catch me if you can
From a place
of fathomless longing
dreaming of words
as they whisper in my ear
to find my way back home,
towards the lingering light
that will otherwise
soon be a memory
among what feels
like a broken house.
Lately I feel like
there’s still a few words left whispering in my head
To keep speaking my story
where our golden light
engraves the secrets of our being upon this broken canvas
No matter what !!!

Bouncing ideas off others to grow
Some give feed back
While others give look at you like you're weird
Hearing it out loud thinking about the next move
Been around different crowds always their person
But they aren't mine we grew apart seeing friends like family
To be treated like a distant friend