we're all so lost, but it is amazing
because in the end, I am found
our blindness will fade and sight will be restored
but even our blindness is beautiful.

I love kisses-
they arm warm, soft, sometimes kinda gross
they make you feel appreciated and wanted
sometimes you catch little bursts of other peoples' dreams in them
and little spurts of hope and desire
I love kisses because I use them to express my love
and that I simply have no better way to tell them
no words or hug is good enough, so I must take the next step
THIS is how much my affection is for you
but what is confusing is the line drawn- the hug
cannot be the epitome of love but you cannot kiss someone
without it being romantic- why must the epitome of love
be romantic? why must things change now
and why must it be not-the-same and confusingly
not how I meant it? kisses are beautiful things
and I would like to share them with as many people as I can
not to say 'quantity over quality' but rather
that I would like to spread as much love, warmth, softness, and
kind-of-grossness as I can until my time here is done.

it has been a long time since I have written.
I can feel the words pulsing like worlds throughout me
but I cannot express them like I used to, my cogs are rusty and
the conveyor belt paused, not for maintenance but
for lack of workers, they died in their confined control
room, barking orders to the rest of it. They died here
trying to run this mystical wonderland
and have not been able to return.

please, don't tell me you can't breathe without me
because I'm afraid, my dear, that you'll just have to suffocate

I never knew you as the quiet one, because you weren't, not to me
never much wanted to 'dig beneath your surface' or 'solve your puzzles'
because the answers were just waiting to be found, instinctively
I always saw someone imperfect, someone that I just
wanted next to me, someone whose gold eyes I could look in
and be amazed, every time, I always just saw you,
I think when everyone else saw who you were supposed to be
I saw who you were, and that's what made me different, to you
that's what made you fall for me but that's also what made our friendship
fall apart, so quickly- you saw me too and that's when you realized maybe you shouldn't have me.

No, mister, that's not right, the scars of your heart
aren't a beautiful sight, your older one's art-
she's a beautiful singer- stands graceful apart
and you try and dim her. I don't understand you,
we don't get along, you **** up our plans, you
scream your own song. you can't seem to hold back
your uneven temper; I'm not here for you,
I'm in love with your sister.

we've all had Good Fridays
and we'll all rise again

Help!
In desperate need of hope.

But you know that when the truth is told
that you can get what you want
or you can just get old.

You lured me away from home, just to save you from being alone
you stole my soul and that's a pain I can do without.

I sat there a while, growing wilder and fighting against it. I couldn't leave and I had to keep contact in order to fight. But I would never be the same. Never. After tonight I wouldn't ever look the same, or feel the same. Just what I'd be, I didn't know; I couldn't go back to what I was- which wasn't much- but I'd lost too much to be what I was.

"Excellence is the result of caring more than others think wise, risking more than other's think safe, dreaming more than others think practical, and expecting more than others think possible."

oh honey, let's run away together
I'm sure you'd look beautiful sleeping in the car
as the sunset fell over the mountains
and the whole world would agree with me, I think.

for a second, I saw you exactly the way you see yourself

I would like to sit inside during a thunderstorm
with you
talk until our minds are united
dance to the pitter-patter of rain
go stir-crazy beyond the usual levels
and then nap together

there is something pristine and sacred
about a lack of time, an instant, a moment
that makes the crude passage look shabby
in a particular second you look happier and fuller
and the cinematic reveal overshadows what it is
that lacks background music. and maybe
the reason why the world seems so lackluster
is because we fail to acknowledge that even the roughshod
worn-down edges of time's brutal, eroded field
are more beautiful and sacred than a moment
for time takes all and bends it and makes it wild-
the very thing that can take what is tame and untame it
(though the very act of change is control and
control seems to tame, it does not, it flows,)
it works its will but it works with
for it is nothing outside of matter and space
and a moment only looks, only glances at the majesty of existence
a moment is there and then it is gone, lost forever,
only to be watched from a distant lighthouse
vaguely trying to find the way home through the fog
but time is, has been, and will be the entirety
of all we know- it is endless, confusing, less perfect
than we thought it was- and that is more glorious
than anything we can possibly understand.

Sherlock is maybe a sociopath
his every action a means to an end
but-
the difference that is difficult to percieve
is that it is not his end he is serving
it is John's end
and maybe, in that,
it is his end
because Sherlock's biggest fear is pain
and to be without John
is the most torturous pain of all.

I know to whom I would run
but I don't know if they would catch me.
I don't know if any of them would catch me.

Yes, I want you to look at me and think you can't do without
I'm selfish, I know, but I've felt like this for so long
I know how powerful I can be, yes, I want to tear someone apart
yes, I know it's wrong, but I want to rip out your heart.

I am tuned to you
my every line is a pluck at your strings
regardless of who I'm talking to
I'm subconsciously trying to make you laugh
I am tuned to you
like a named bullet
I've forgotten anyone else
I run like you,
make faces like you,
dance like you,
my aim and my transmission
I find you and have found you
I have forgotten everyone else
because I am tuned to you-
a named bullet that is destined
for the one it will destroy.

he made me feel warm and liked but not hot, not loved
he was light sparks and a buzz in my stomach but in front of everyone
I was in a shell and we were a fuzzy, faded headache
soft and stupid and that strange smell, I still have his t shirt
and his lips were so soft that I spent the next week
pressing mine to each other because I could hardly believe
that love was so close, so familiar, that it tasted so much
like a sensation that I already knew, like something that I already had felt
many times before.

"Is that a purity ring?"
"No..."
It's not a purity ring.
It's a wedding ring.

What is that? The soul?
Something inner? Something burning?
Is it whole?
Are we same? Are we different?
Is it ever-changing, never distant?
The path we walk must surely diverge.
But deep inside us,
always (or never?) converge.
all your poems sound like mine.
But what are poems?
What is time?

I'm gonna be okay.

our souls are like an omelette. when gaps are created,
more of us fills it in. the more gaps, the faster it cooks,
and maybe it can't cook properly if you don't push it around a bit.
and the final product, of course, is all the better and completely different
because of the free-flowing into the holes left by someone elses'
meddling. but it still tastes delicious. and it's still an omelette.

lost love is sweeter when it's finally found
I've got the strangest feeling
this isn't our first time around

I am a woman (or man)
who has always had
Ni then Ne
as her dominant cognitive functions
These take what is relevant from the
wide scale and connect it into patterns and grand schemes
immediately followed by more chances and opportunities
to tie into the preexisting idea.
take, arrange, support-
that is how I approach information-
I create possibilities and fragment and organize
with my next, Ti.
I analyze, compromise, and strategize with Te, my third.
I diplomate, learn, and charismatize with Fe,
and then internalize the response to social interactions with Fi.
You, my friend, are someone I have never been
able to compartmentalize
I have been struggling with the concept of your inherent freedom
since I met you. I believed myself to be free
but watched the others like birds in a cage
until one of them bent the wires as if they were paper
and escaped, despite my attempts to force
and to struggle to return you within the bars
for my observation.
little did I know,
wild birds
do not like to be observed, measured, and critiqued
they will fight every restriction you put on them, well-meaning or otherwise
they will teach you what that quote means about
letting go what you love
because they sure as hell
aren't meant to be caged.

you're not solving any problems by blindly hating.
you say you hate their religion because 'they hate'
do you even hear yourself speak?
you're blinded by coincidence and ignorance
our religion preaches love, only love
and you're sitting there saying you hate all people of Islam.
and you defend your hatred by 'I'm only human'
and saying you want all muslims to die
because they haven't contributed anything to civilization
what about, I dunno, mathematics?
medicine?
name one muslim nobel prize winner, you say.
I can name ten.
the value of a person is not in their
character or beliefs or ******* 'contribution'
the value of a person is in the fact that they are a person.
would you **** someone with down syndrome? or a newborn baby?
they haven't 'contributed' anything at all.
and muslims have.
please, do your research-
You're so ignorant and fine to be that way.
I cannot hate anyone if I understand them
and you do not understand them,
so you've created a reason for your hate.
don't you know your own religion?
You are only feeding the evil in this world
you cannot fight hate with hate,
you must fight hate with love.
Yes, you are only human,
but we are called to be like *God.

we are silly, silly beings
clinging to our silly, silly things

I might not be good enough for you anymore
and frankly, thank God.

not everybody is perfect, but that's the point.

You don't mean too much, just everything to me.

I want to kiss someone

I'm happiest when I'm with you

like a week that's only Mondays
only ice cream, never sundaes
like a circle with no center
like a door marked, "Do Not Enter"

life and love are not games.

"I could get any *** except the one I want."

I have a formula, a quantum machination that activates
when all variables are present
the numbers link together and click into place
falling, rolling, gears and chains
turning the clock back and forward,
always in the same pattern- all the constants are accounted for
my x and y are solved, what I needed was a vertex-
I found it,
and so it begins again, dust brushing off this old grandfather
as he creaks back into his duty, his slave labor compulsion
that brings forth nothing in him, nothing but love
it is time for him to awaken once again.

I believe in love.
I believe that God is an unimaginable force
that truly exists
and is more than the sum of His parts
and is greater than we can picture
I believe that we must all find the way to
salvation,
and my way is simple and pure and must not
be clouded
and to be happy, I must behave in a way
worthy of the manner to which I have been
called,
in order to set an example for others to follow
the beautiful path.
I believe that your happiness is your happiness,
but it will be a PURE happiness
if you find it through the way most suited
to you.
and God knows that way.
So if you pray and open your heart, then
He will show you where you can find
your most pure happiness.
it's not the same for everyone.
There is no code, no rules, no standard,
because we all lead different lives,
but God loves you individually,
and will show you how to be the
best individual
you can be, regardless
of society, or rules; He does not seek to make you
conform,
or restrain yourself: you do not have to follow His
path.
But the all-knowing knows what will make you
happy.
Let him lead you to the path.
Until you let Him show you, you might find it,
but chances are,
you will get lost,
and I am sorry.

love isn't meeting someone perfect for you in a perfect situation
love is meeting someone who makes you want to be perfect
someone who makes you want to make yourself the best, for them
because you'd die before you let them see the light die in your eyes
and you'd die if the whole world ended, but before then, a thousand times.

“Unfortunately, you never really hate anyone as much as someone you cared about once.”

I have eyes and ears.

I wanna look at the horizon and not see a building standing tall
I wanna be the only one, for miles and miles
except for maybe you and your simple smile
oh it sounds good to me, yes it sounds so good to me.

How many nights does it take to count the stars?
That's the time it would take to fix my heart.
Oh, baby, I was there for you
all I ever wanted was the truth.
How many nights have you wished someone would stay?
lay awake only hoping they're okay
I never counted all of mine
if I tried, I know it would feel like infinity
Infinity.

Eyes can't shine
unless there's something burning bright behind
since you went away, there's nothing left in mine
I feel myself running out of time.

I seek to be understood,
as always- but I seek to understand,
primarily because I think if I understand hard enough,
then someone will be able to understand me.
If my car goes where my eyes go then I will reach an inevitable
conclusion, the star-struck protrusion is pointless in your eyes,
I speak endlessly to enable you to understand me and the universe-
we are one, I am you, I am the sky,
I am atoms explaining themselves,
I speak the wind that created me,
We are of equal value, but different consciousness stages-
You will one day be where I am and I will one day be where you are,
these divisions are temporary, simultaneously dangerous and valuable,
My greatest accomplishment and greatest downfall
is the separation and distinction of 'myself' from the rest of it,
I've drawn a sinful line that divided me from God,
The line itself is what defines sin-
Eve and Adam's apple created the human ego
and forever abandoned unity with God,
Inscribing pride and individuality into human hearts forever-
pride enabled me to think these things
and pride is what will build my intelligence that will enable my humility-
I move in a great circle and am drowning in metaphysicalities,
and I know all this, acknowledge it,
and have moved on-
the mountains are mountains and the rivers are rivers,
I have eighty long years ahead and I will do with them what I wish,
I'm pumped for my joy, pain, love, and strife-
so make no mistake,
I chose this life.

when you leave someone because that's what they need
you don't ever really let them go
(and maybe that's the type of love they need.)

The more real you get the more unreal the world gets.

I am a violent man who has learned not to be violent and regrets his violence.

We live in a world where we have to hide to make love, while violence is practiced in broad daylight.

When you're drowning you don't think, I would be incredibly pleased if someone would notice I'm drowning and come and rescue me. You just scream.

I can't wake you up. You can wake you up. I can't cure you. You can cure you.

When I cannot sing my heart, I can only speak my mind.

It matters not who you love, where you love, why you love, when you love or how you love, it matters only that you love.

I am he as you are he and you are me and we are all together.

what is it about my thoughts that I don't want to be alone with?

Ever since you came around
everybody wants to drag us down.
Is it because we look too happy?
I remember when you looked at me
and you told me it was all mine
I remember that like yesterday
it was a summer night on the West Side
it was last summer, we had the best time.
We crossed paths like an intersection,
and now we're both headed in one direction.