Blow out the candle
Let it go they say
Watch the smoke dance up in the air
And the flames leave
with a simple dance
As the wax hardens leaving a warm spot full of scented memories
But I don't want to let go
They can't make me

Hazel
What a quite adorable name for an eye color
so bright
so beautiful
That's how I felt about you
And perhaps, I still do
I just wish you knew
Because, hazel eyes, all I can see is me and you

Late night thoughts
                       turn into
                                  truth
                    ­                 honesty
      everything I'm afraid of

If all you've ever wanted was material things
and the perfect lover
with the adorable personality
who takes you on coffee shop dates
and buys your happiness
you are the problem with society

If all you've ever wanted was money,
money to buy that car,
or to travel to that place,
or to eat at that restaurant,
then you, my friend, are not part of the truth
Reality is that life is never what it seems
and these materials will some day turn to dust
along with you and I
Don't let materialism be your vice

If humans as we know
were creatures in the sea
Why, people would be fish
with the government as sharks
stealing our sanity
bringing humanity to its end

The lies of the world are algae
truth is the coral
If you see past the clouded obstacles
you'll see the coral reef of truth in a sea of lies

A brain is a marvelous thing
Thoughts and communication
Stuck in little files
Waiting to be opened and remembered

The cold makes a fool of my body
Shivering, shaking
What a beautiful contradiction
The glorious sun
With the freezing weather

Here I am sitting on a park bench
thinking about you

Yes, I miss you wildly
No, I will not crawl back

Being without you has made me tougher
I no longer rely on you and your quick, witty humor to get me through the day

So, as the sun falls,
and a new day begins,
I don't need you
The world is calling my name
for better things
that you may not be a part of


But, then again,
I wouldn't mind if you came along

Making no sense is your forte
One day you're there
One day you aren't
You're like a wind
Rushing through my bones
Leaving me chilly
& the next day bare

In a far off land,
with a prince who kissed my hand,
he gave me roses with black & white petals
and showed me how to steal priceless metals
he made me walk on a tightrope on the moon
and took me for a ride in his spaceship pontoon
and while I've no truth to what I've said,
I think I have more adventures while I'm in bed

A child's innocence is what I long for
Instead of worrying at every door

A child's innocence is what I long for
To feed my imagination with things worth more

A child's innocence is what I long for
To stop and be at peace for one second, sure

A child's innocence is what I long for
To play a teacher or doctor and find a cure
for this messed up world
with ups and downs
A child's innocence is what I long for

What is guilt?
It's the feeling in the bottom of your stomach that makes you want to *****

It's the antagonizing voice in your mind reminding you of what you've done

It's the hard forgiveness someone gives when you go behind their back

It's the love given by those you've hurt

What a wretched feeling that can only sometimes be removed

Society is a paradox
body shaming those who are
"too thin"
or
"overly thick"
Everyone lives behind a
plastic bubble
known as social media
lacking authenticity
& practicality
*** is nothing but a "game"
and dormancy is encouraged
while being fit & healthy is the ultimate title
If you believe in something you are told to proclaim it
unless it's not what the world wants you to say
Are these really social norms?

With beady,
lurking eyes
they pass judgement
looking for just one
"fatal flaw" to mock
Regurgitating false statements
giving them absolutely
no hope
for a future
ah, they say they have
but a single care
in the world
to provoke
to harass
those with substance
which they so evidently lack
what a world to live in
It's rather childish,
don't you think?

Up on a hill
Still in sight
Autumn browns and golds change with the night
But you stay the same
Snow falling down across your top
Each crystal like a stunning dagger
in the wind
And there you are, all the same
Though seasons change and colors fade, you never do
White house up on a hill, how I love you still

Love's a prickly thorn bush in a field of sunflowers
It's bittersweet,
And boy, can it leave scars,
But in time, wounds can heal, my dear friend
I thought we were both hopelessly in "love",
while you were preying on another,
now I realize I was just hopelessly hopeless for you
And I'm much smarter than to fall for a silly boy who can't be bothered to wait until I'm ready
Don't think you can fool me again,
My heart is beating to the beat of my mind now,
which you no longer occupy,
Instead of walking through the bush of thorns,
I simply try and walk around them straight into the heart of love,
Real and true love

I'm falling down the spiral staircase of loneliness
you could say
I'm heading into a downwards spiral

Last night at what seemed very late
I went on a quite grand date
with a boy on the moon who took me fishing
which we ended up ditching
to go see a queen with loads of hate
who wanted our heads served on a plate
then we fell up for what seemed like hours
and landed near a very familiar tower
with hair draped down the side
and a voice hurrying to hide
after all the help we thought we could give,
we ran away just to live and wound up
caught in a witch's lair
who had an apple
and a princess with short, black hair
she seemed to be dead,
though we couldn't quite tell,
until a prince came and kissed her and began to yell
that she was more than alive,
more than alright,
with just a small but of poison left behind
and the book closed at that very late time
for I'd danced with the past
and God only knows, that never lasts

Irony is perhaps the greatest figure of speech
The way you smile that fake smile when I know you aren't happy
Just like the Titanic was said to be unsinkable & look what happened there

Who am I?
Who are you?
Who are we without
words and thoughts?
Without them,
we are nothing but synonymous
creatures lacking intelligence
and possessing quite a bit of
that curiosity that killed the cat

I sat on your swing
and I kicked up my feet
You were pushing me softly
with the wind running through my hair
You started to pick up the pace
As I began to let go of the ropes
I trusted you
And the swing broke
And I cried
You sat and watched
for a minute or two
and then asked me to swing again
It's too late for that
Im not a child anymore
and the playground isn't my friend

Missing memories is much worse than missing a person
After all, everyone is a memory if they're gone

Every day we come and go with the same bad habits hidden behind empty eyes. We litter the world with fake happiness and vandalize walls with angry shouts. When do we make the decision to be happy?

You don't understand how dangerous I am
I'll treat you with the best of love
And make you the only one I see
I'll try to keep you happy
While keeping myself happy at the same time
But what you don't get
is that I
can let you go faster than you think
yeah, it would hurt me
but distance isn't an option
& communication is necessary
It's a double edge sword
I'm poisonous
but sometimes the taste of poison is ever so sweet

Let's have an extravagant bonfire for all the lost loves
Burn away the smoky taste of heartfelt memories
Let the fire be our passion
Bright and uncontrollable
And the ashes be the old gone forever
For we are two flames shooting up in a sky full of scattered thoughts and meaningless I love yous

If a hat is a hat for sitting on one's head, what makes a hat a hat, and not a cap instead?
Those things compared may seem silly, but the differences between lust and love are incomparable, really
Lust is a dog with a bark for rotten meat
Love is the hound who shares his savory treat
Lust is a naked tree on a bare winter's day
Love is the comfort on a fragrant, warm spring day
To be serious, lust can make one quite delirious, a want for flesh and passionless ***, but love, love conquers all,
as Jesus, our Savior, took our fall, that's the greates example of all

Take me to the place
with streets of gold
and flowing green pastures
where there's no lack of sunshine
even when it's raining
and I can eat with my favorite people
whom were long gone before me
I can spend my days writing
about whatever thought fills my mind
I'll go on far out adventures
maybe to the moon
or atleast to the stars
I'll climb a tree and read a book
It'll be a living fairytale
There'll be lots of swing dancing & Frank Sinatra in this world
With a wonderful fill of Audrey Hepburn & Alfred Hitchcock movies
I can see a drive in theater in the distance
Along with a cute little diner
And a Polaroid camera
To capture my fantasy
And keep it locked away

How dreadfully awful of you
To play with a woman's emotions
Mixing in happiness and feelings of love
Then drowning her in heartbreak and sadness
Keep your concoctions far from me from now on

I've liked,
but have I truly loved?
Love is iridescent
It shows with magnificent colors,
but changes swiftly with every passerby


I don't want to be iridescent

It was petty, really
what we had
but it was more than worth it
and you were more than worth it
and now you're totally gone
I came to that realization
when I noticed the flirty stares
and the nonexistent hellos you used to give
were as gone as you
and I don't know what to do

The loud ring of the phone
brings him back to the
most important
day of his life;
his marriage

He doesn't know why
that memory was
triggered, but it's
all he can see

He longs to be back at that time
Falling, falling
The sweet tune of
"Here Comes the Bride"
plays in the back
of his mind

He sees the ground below him now
as he sees his wife walking
down the aisle
Closer & closer
Flirting with death

Near to the ground now
She's at the foot of the altar
She made it
So did he
"Till death do us part"

Gallant knights sweeping forth
A brave war they seek ahead
They can't seem to shake the feeling of stress forming storms that wish them dead
//One dreams of a life with the "perfect" girl
Another ponders a life of endless wealth
This one wants of food and clothes
That one wants to just be known
//But what none could see
And what none could plan
Is that world would come crashing in
//The vivacious boat full of ***** and broads
Seemed also to be full of snakes and frauds
//With every laugh and hearty drink
There seemed to be an equal thunder clap
They couldn't hide from the beast outside
That wished to swallow them whole and be satisfied
//Enemies can be hidden, and enemies can be shown, but not all trials and tribulations can be faced on your own

Everything can be poetic if you look at it that way

The way you smile and good off at yourself while brushing your teeth

The way the laundry does cartwheels in the machine

The way your curly hair falls right behind your ears

The way you smirk whilst trying not to laugh

The way you stifle a giggle at your crazy life

There is extravagance in the most normal of things we barely glance over

After the storm, when the clouds are spiteful and vengeance has been taken
Breaking character at play practice for a moment of pure ecstasy and humor
Catching colds, leaving an imprint of sickness and annoyance on one's face
Dodging the curious stares of ex lovers with a feeling of relief
Envious emotions towards the summer when you're left with chills and bare trees
Frozen faces in shock of the aftermath of that day back in September
Gracious arms stretched open wide by a Savior who has nothing to hide
Helplessness left on the man alone in the street with nothing to eat
Ignorance comes with the guy who thinks he knows it all (but really knows little at all)
Jokes are thrown left and right coming straight for the girl in the corner who's feeling depression
Kindness shared between two strangers hopeful that soon they'll be more than that
Lovers share a softened gaze and a touch of hands producing electricity
Moms crying for their kids first day of school, tears of joy
Nasty boys with shallow minds give over everything they have thinking they have real "love" for the night
Open-minded people uniting in the world to feel a sense of community
Pretentious celebrities showing a carefree attitude for the camera, but heartbreak behind
Quaint and quiet simple minded people read their simple books and live in a state of simple happiness
Red cheeks flushed brighter than a firework in July
Static on the radio playing really low, a tune really slow, with a sad tone
Tucked in crop tops, high waisted jeans, & converse lending a helping hand with nostalgia for the 80s
Under said phrases and over said words shouted on the rooftop with remorse and bitterness
Vertigo left her in a state of constant anxiousness
Watery eyes dried by pruned fingers in the salt water pool mixed with salt water tears
X marking the spot where she caught him with her
Yellow, stained pages and the peaceful smell of antique books
Zealousness for life shone in her eyes, almost like a musician when their fingers brush calmly and excitedly over their instrument

Like an arrow shot in the sky
the world has become a pool of obsolete people and danger
With nothing but useless words
bouncing back and forth

Sleeping beauty waiting for her kiss
It's been what seems like years she's waited for this
You don't seem to care
You don't seem to want to be there to save this girl with your selfish affair
She may be unconscious
But her mind is upon us
She's broken
& hopeful
& she realizes in her hazy curse dreams
A man can't save her
She can only save herself
And with that,
she's awake

I'm sitting on my front porch
listening to the wind chimes
& loving myself
spending quality "me" time
as I watch the clouds roll by
Who said this day has to be about loving a romantic partner?

Two hearts,
desolate and yearning,
are put through the tedious test
of finding one another,
and they do,
they live as happily ever after as they can in this broken world

It was but a dreary day
When the crows began to pray
When the harks began to sing
When the doves began to shout
All had gone upside down
Even the worst of them were begging for help
While the so called holy ones started the riots

One may never know sadness until they look into the eyes of someone who doesn't love them back
Just as one can't know love
without knowing pain
Or anger without realizing peace
And happiness
without a little grief
For emotions are counter active,
and surely you have to know both sides of the story before you understand it

The sunlight before a thunderstorm. How it seems to break and falter with a grayish darkness in some areas, while others hold a nostalgic, yellow light ray that seems to reflect the warmth of the past, and its' contents. This is where I find you, with your mysterious mind, sometimes contradicting your quick smiles. This is where I'll keep you, in the middle of a paradox. My golden, stormy sunlight.

Walking through the hard, cold doors
Stepping on the hard, cold floors
with bare feet
and a silk gown
feeling as if in The Twilight Zone
or atleast way, far out of town
the nurse tells me to lie down
and she'll be right back around
with the
sterilizer
tranquilizer
poison
mind killer
thought thief
universal conformer
or simply
shot
with a monotone, passionless voice,
she tells me it'll all be over soon,
and I'll be just like the rest of them,
no free will after the injection
I try to scream and protest
but nothing comes out
I don't want this idiocity
oh why won't she hear me
why won't she listen
I'm not like the others
I can't be
I think
I read
I feel
It's against everything they believe in
Running down the halls
faster than their fake faces can
out the paper thin, mirror doors,
leading to a courtyard of
plastic trees &
plastic benches &
plastic people
doing plastic things like
looking in the many mirrors placed everywhere &
talking with no end
I refuse to be one of their barbie dolls
I'll go where my feet take me
and never stop
running
or thinking
or reading
or feeling
or going against them
because what a wonderful thing it is to have a vivid mind
they can't take that away
not now
not ever
my mind is my vice
leaving me vulnerable, yet powerful
But if it's wrong to have a mind,
please let me die along with my injustices

You're a shattered mirror
Broken & cracked in so many places
The reflection now seen is distorted
and not what it used to be
yes, it can be pieced back together,
but even then it's not whole again
There are still flaws & fractures
I'm here to help you fix them
or leave them
because you are you either way
I guess in some fashion, we're all shattered glass
Messed up & broken
but still beautiful

Love and practicality
A ladder leading into a tumbling dryer
Dangerous and blurred

Flowers with roots to hidden caves,
Caves known as the "heart and soul,”
Which we keep hidden

A tightripe balanced over the sea,
Inescapable and thrilling

The grooves in this picnic table
remind me of you
So rough and so spaced out
with small carved hearts all over
And splintered wood like your broken edges
Quite an average looking table
but something extraordinarily different

The difference is that
you are not a table
You are now nothing more than a silly boy in a part of my imagination that I keep playing over and over again

My heart is a melting *** of emotions
Oh boy, don't get me confused with those flakes
and their brash mannerisms
I'm a snow globe with messy thoughts covering every inch of my brain
My eyes are car headlights leading me down a beaten path through welcoming views and dreaded ones
And my lips,
they're a clock,
searching for the right time to say or do anything
these things make me invincible

So you left
and I grew out my hair
and you grew out the distance
and it stayed that way for a while
until I cut my hair
and the memories came back
and the distance didn't seem too far at all

How do we summarize our lives? If we were given the choice of one word to describe the life of each person, what would yours be?

With every pressing question
my heart seems to leap out of the confined bounds of my body
So many things to ask,
So little courage to ask them,
I now see why curiosity killed the cat

I've seen it all around
It's everywhere I go,
To track, to hide, and to desperately follow,
It's the costume of the century,
Varying in look and size,
Anyone may put it on,
and gain a faux happiness in their eyes,
To die with this malicious costume is a feat like no other,
for anyone who dies in it must be a sad, lonely soul,
for the costume is a play,
catching innocent souls,
snatching them up,
with a slow and painful swallow,
and the worst part of all,
is the part you can't see,
that under this costume,
they are truly unhappy,
putting up a smile for society,
well now I'm losing faith in humanity,
throw away your costumes,
It's okay to be sad,
I won't judge you for emotions that every single heart has had