don't touch me
I don't want to feel you anymore
don't
come near me
I'm not your
boy toy
I'm not your plaything
I'm not
no
sit down
sit the **** down
I'm not going to hurt you
just
listen
please
I just want to talk
I just wanted to say goodbye
I just
please

ᴵ ᶰᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵍᵒᵗ ᵗᵒ ˢᵃʸ ᵍᵒᵒᵈᵇʸᵉ⋅

I get these recurring
scintillating
thoughts
about you
& my pulse explodes.

This heart of mine
palpitates,
envisioning
our wet holy pastimes,
genuine passions
unleashed.

I can feel your breath
on my twisting neck
& your magical gyrations
get the best out
of my wild imaginations.

This very moment
is so heavenly,
thinking about
being inside
of your own wanton-mind
takes me to the brink
of lust addiction.

You can fix me darling.

How must you expect me to succeed,
When you gave up your dreams
So long ago?
You have given me everything,
Which I will never forget-
You made me who I am.
But settling for an average life
Seems so much less than what you Wanted…
Than what you are worthy of having
As your own.
You have the vigor and perspicacity
To achieve more,
To achieve the contentment
That you very much deserve.
There is still so much time
That we have as living, breathing beings
On this beautiful,
Oscillating sphere of dust.
So need not worry,
I will be a part of this realization
When it embraces your consciences.
And when that time comes,
I hope that you will read
Upon this line,
And be proud of me-
As well as yourselves.
*Someday,
When we have started our lives,
You will too-
It is an inevitable truth.

Fiercely*  I n d e p e n d e n t
I am as stubborn as the Aries Ram
     which just so happens to be my zodiac sign.
I don't care what others might think of me
     but at the same time I live to please.
I've found that I can really only rely on my family
     but my friends care far too much
          far too fleetingly.
I am blunt and will call you out on your *******
     as nicely as possible.
I can't handle tears even when they're my own
     and they always sound like
                                  short
                                                   dying
                                                                ­    gasps
         but that's what they are, right?

It's your lungs and eyes dying because your heart was too dumb to listen to your own brain.
My brain was only trying to look out for me.
I'm not sorry that I've failed it way too many times.

My mind constantly revolves around myself
     because I'm way too proud and vain
          of my way too small accomplishments.
I want to be known as Great
     and I am not ashamed to admit it.
No matter what I do
          be it the purest good or the wickedest bad
               it will be great and jaw dropping.
I am extremely conceited.
     And shallow
          And a hypocrite
               And a liar
And will always keep score
     (By the way as of 2012, I had 37 points and you 34. I'm still winning.)
But I own up to it and will always try to be better.
I am also determined
     And hardworking
          And persistent
Which means that I will get farther than most people.

In 2001 the No Child Left Behind Act was implemented in primary and secondary schools in the USA to ensure exactly what its name says.
But there are always children left behind.
     There are always people left behind
          And I will not be one of them.
And no matter how conceited and full of myself I am
     I will always find your name written in between the lines of my poetry
          whispered with every breath that I take
               crumpled on sheets of paper that I've long since thrown away
                   because every line that I wrote was never good enough for you.

The summer before my senior year
    I tried to isolate myself from my friends and family as much as possible.
Not because I was depressed
     but because I knew that I had to learn how to be happy all by myself.
I love them all to death
     but I know how much it hurts
          when you lose yourself in another person
               so much that you can't find a way out
                    or even a way to heal once you've escaped.

I'm hard to love enough as it is
     so I did it to train myself for the times in life
          when I know that I will be alone.
But I was taught that there's a difference between being alone
     and being lonely
          *so which one are you?

Wind.
whipping at your hair
which writhes alive
as your two narrow wheels
catapult down &
       down
            the grainy earth
            in loose clouds of dust
            while you turn
corners,
trusting rubber treads
to cleave to the trail
as gravity changes
direction.

It's a steep, slick path
and all you hear
is Wind
and all you feel
is Wind
and it's like you're standing
                 still
with an avalanche
of trees
and rocks
and time
crashing past your line of vision
as if planet earth suddenly discovered
it could fly
and at that moment
you discovered
the perfect vantage point.