The eyes of a teacher
Content with who she is
Her life not a chore
nor her burden.
A passion in seeing pupils grow,
take me to this place of contentment
to her soul, let me learn her song.
A gift more precious than the ground beneath our feet.
Even the infinite galaxy cannot compare
compare to the beauty of this connection
between family and contention
Inspire me teacher of words and song
Inspire me friend of hope.

Being Drunk
Being intoxicated
A new perspective
A new understanding
You see things so differently
So profoundly
When you see the light
A new perspective arises
I see the loneliness in mysterious eyes
A lover of her purpose
To expose those to a better understanding
An amazing joyousness
I have become the pupil of alchohol
A completely different knowledge
The vibrance of all things,
The voice of each person,
A song in my left eardrum
Thoughts of others
Such an understatement of my experience
Swallow the art
Consume the knowledge
Let it pass deep into your soul
Continue to be who you are,
Complete your words,
But to understand?
A gift rapped in time.
This art taken as a substance
Where you speak,
You hear your thoughts
Insane you may call me
But I call it,
Me my thoughts,
Beautiful.
My thoughts secluded like all others
So as im told with his song he shares
Unmonotone letting me feel his thoughts
Held by my mind,
A gift.
The philosopher.

i dont want to have to remember
the love i could sometimes only see in your eyes
i don't want to have to remember
your soft sweet hands,
the shape of your fingers,
the lines in your palms,
your finger prints
i dont want to have to remember
how your fingertips felt on my lips,
how fast your heart beats after we grasp eachother
like we may have to remember eachother one day,
squeezing eachothers body's,
lips pressed together so hard our teeth scrape.
i don't want to have to remember
pure skin on skin
that ****** moment
my puzzle piece
how we fit perfectly
without a care in the world
i don't want to have to remember
my name flowing out of your mouth
a sweet song of your love to me
one single word long
i don't want to have to remember
sweet "i love you's" and "you'll never lose me's"
searching your eyes for any feelings
in your once black, dieing, soul
don't make me remember
who we are.

You smell like the first raindrops that hit the ground since summer,
like the pages in a new book,
like the first bloom on my lilacs.
You remind me of home.
You taste like homemade apple cider in 1st grade,
like the salty ocean air i've missed,
like warm cocoa in the pouring rain.
You remind me of comfort.
You sound like hummingbird wings,
like the wind rustling through the trees,
like rain on the windshield of our red car.
You remind me of me.