I wish i was the compass you never used at school,
Or the land inside your head you never tried to rule.
I wish i was the alarm clock you always put on snooze,
Or the pillowcase you drool on, when you've had too much *****.
I wish i was that video, the one you watched until it broke,
Or the grub you gorge on when you've just had a smoke.
I wish i was the money you found when out of food,
Or your translator when your words are sadly misconstrued.
I wish I was the carpet when you are scrubbing out the stains,
Or your dreams of solitude in chirping country lanes.
I wish I was the bugle for when you play the horn,
Or the nurse that shouted push, when you were being born.
I wish I was the marker pen when you’ve run out of chalk,
Or the words you use when you decide to talk.
I wish I was the keyboard when you press down too hard,
Or the place you go to after you’ve been bared.
I wish I was the stones you wear around your neck,
Or the jagged rocks which upon, your ship you wreak.
I wish I was the water that is filling up your lungs,
Or the ladder that you find when you’ve run out of rungs,
I wish I was the horizon as your walking to the hill,
Or your softest blanket and your greatest thrill.
I’m wishing all was well,
with us.

When I was young and bold and strong,
Oh, right was right, and wrong was wrong!
My plume on high, my flag unfurled,
I rode away to right the world.
"Come out, you dogs, and fight!" said I,
And wept there was but once to die.

But I am old; and good and bad
Are woven in a crazy plaid.
I sit and say, "The world is so;
And he is wise who lets it go.
A battle lost, a battle won--
The difference is small, my son."

Inertia rides and riddles me;
The which is called Philosophy.

Everything, unfortunately, that has happened to us holds weight.
We are what we have done and what has been done by others.
The mistakes that we are all stereotypically bound to make will undoubtedly have been made by others and hopefully we may recognize them for what they are and avoid them.
Past relationships help us make current ones better.
Past relationships can help us not get into a relationship that will be toxic.
And however obviously the facts stare me in the face
I cannot resist falling in love.
I cannot resist falling for a girl
who shares many of the same circumstances that my partner in a previous (toxic) relationship.

As appealing as it may be, never let your heart make your decisions for you.
Not when you have a perfectly stable brain allowing it to beat.

Above all I hold this principle to be true:
Do all the good you can do
and good will find you.
Albeit in a roundabout way, typically.

When out of a clear sky, the bright

Sky over Japan, they tumbled the

death of light,

For a moment, it's said, there was

brilliance sword-sharp,

A dazzle of white, and then dark.

Into the cavernous blackness, as

home to hell,

Agonies crowded; and high above

in the swell

Of the gentle tide of the sky, lucid

and fair,

Men floated serenely as angels

disporting there.

I’m trapped
In a labyrinth of thoughts
A complicated irregular network
Of nonsensical passages
I wonder
Will I ever escape
Will I ever get to feel
Or to taste
What this place
Has conjured up
And passed off
As reality
But in my heart I know
I never will
I’ll exist here forever
From this place
I’ll watch my body rot
And feel my mind disintegrate
My only escape
From the present
Is the future
Though I know
It’s nonexistent
So what’s the point
Is there a reason
Because I need one
I’m beginning to tire
Of this never-ending puzzle
When I think I’ve found my way out
I get lost again
When I begin to see a light
At the end of the tunnel
It flickers off,
toying with my head
And I’m lost again
Was there ever a time
When I wasn’t
Was there ever a time
When my mind could be free
I can’t remember

What if mirrors had been replaced.
Would you criticize your body?
Would you hate your face?
Oh what a wonder,
If we couldn't see ourselves.
Only each other.
Would green eyes still envy all?
Would your defenses fall?
Would you still try
The way we all do.
To be better than the person
Standing next to you.

Red.
The color of love,
it's said.
Red.
On the head,
Of an Irish thorough-bred.
Red.
Sinking ships,
Painted brightly on young girls' lips.
Red,
I'm led,
Where leaves in your color,
Scatter a creek bed.
Red.
Can't I wear you when I'm wed?
You say much more than the white gown,
I dread.
Red.
The petals on my bed.
The passion.
The love.
The words unsaid.