You are my tuned radio when I go to sleep
You are my alarm when I have to wake
You compose my words when you are here
I'm here when you are always near
You r the silence of screaming waves
As noisy as the sea gulls are for food
You are the footprints in the sand dunes
As it's going to follow you to our home
You are the sculpture of a sand artist
Which settles down in hours is where I lay
You are the solitude of my lips
Where you rest your uttering heartbeats
You are the warm breeze on my shoulders
While my palm holds your longing fingers
Your hair is a cool shadow of a leafy tree
While I hide in breathing behind your ears
You are the moon sliding out of the window
In a calm starry night sharing a pillow
As I rest my hands on your navel
You breathe gently, turn slightly, and kiss me lightly
I will wake you up with whispering confession of love
Under the soft morning rays, let’s replenish quietly
And get lost into the silence of our hearts

I try to sympathize
with all my friends.
When they need help
I try to meet those ends,
but I forgot about myself
until now.

If you want me,
come and find me.
I'll be at the beach with my bare feet,
sippin' my favorite brew
with a smile aching on
my cheeks.

**** your brown eyes
**** your profound lies
No sounds from lips with airtight alibis
**** your Angelic smile with devilish intent
**** your lovely lingering scent
**** you for shattering my dreams for the years to  come
**** you for the tears that run
As you did from my life
**** you for stealing the light
That once radiated from my hopeful eyes beaming
**** you for stealing my heart,  but most of all **** me for believing...

Air thin and caustic
each gasp leaving me a step closer to nauseous
lips taste the reality bitter and noxious
feel every breath taken, leaves me chest riven with anxiety
killing this ache that eats away at the dreams that live inside of me
if eyes are the windows to the souls, these eyelids secure my privacy
smothering the hazel pools from basking in sun ray's, yet these makeshift curtains no match for a fire sky
heart strained reminded of dire times
where I combined
every ounce of energy I could muster into one effort
made my bets and held my breath awaiting my death's ledger
the hypoxic reality that ensued
haunted me with ghostly recollections of you
my restless mind ventured through memories plagued with stinging sensations of uncompromising resent
I factored in my all the time spent
as well as my mind's rent
that you owed, being its only tenant
yet now that all emotional debts seem square, I don't have the heart to spend it
perhaps I'll store it away in notebooks and old pictures, praying the balance accrues interest over time left untouched in this my personal account
in something other than your love and its varying amount
battered hands pain-stakingly surmount
the pile of photos and letters, written with a future in mind
eyes wide, allowed you views inside
air thin and caustic, the light draining from these windows that leave my eyes dull
remain motionless, praying on a change, searching for my revival...

We believe we must be gregarious.
In communal bonds families annoint
One another in a precarious
Need to follow one leader at the point.

Individuals are not relevant.
Momentary solitude makes us run.
In silence we find nothing elegant .
Time to search for innerpeace has begun.

"Oh' Catain, My Captain," cried Walt Whitman.
The captain is dead. There's no one we need.
We don't have to group to stop the hitman.
The single flower's a rose, not a ****.

We, need to be I, hear this confession:
Farewell friends, I am my new obsession.

You're the only one,
who tells me
I am not the problem

There is nothing wrong,
with me, you say.

We've got a plan,
one day.

One day.

There are women
Short skirts
Tight shirts

Leaning on counters
Popping gum
Smiling at every man that passes

Handing lollipops out to girls with braids
Ribbons
And ambitions.

Women who get undressed
Flip hair, don't care
Sliding into passenger seats
Standing on tip-toes to reach

Wear blue on a golden afternoon
Read books "far too complicated"
Eat messy food with unmanicured hands
Who don't belong to you.

There are women

Can't even begin to squeeze
into that tiny size 2 dress
Don't have the time to stress over
How many times a week
A month
A year they shower.

Women that don't even think about the color pink.

There are women
With babies
And menstrual cycles
With short hair
And Harley motorcycles

There are tough women
And strong women
With tattoos
Degrees
Febreze
Who love other women.

There are women that save lives
Who thrive on the idea of being free
"I don't want children"
"Don't need no man"
Who don't like to sing
Don't like to dance

There are women who are loud
Who take tokes
and laugh at jokes
Women with hymens still unbroken
Or reminded of it's absence every single day.

Women who have hair in more places than one.

And there are women who are sad
Who are broken
And angry.
But those same women can be glad
Can be put back together again.

There are women
Who don't know stereotypes
Or how to break them.
And there are women
Who have hips
And know how to shake them.