Be still in time
Don't rush the
Hours past
To
Make it
Irrelevant
To
Make it
Matter less.
Be still
In
Time.

It was vengeful, pleading.
In that moment I needed all of you wrapped up in me.
I would kiss every curve and every fault and I would mend anything inside of you that was broken.
You traced your fingers along my spine like it were made of glass. You were delicate until you grabbed onto me and held me.
That was when I felt how much you needed this moment to stay with you, to bring back all we had lost.
Bodies wrapped, gripping fingers, sharp breaths, loud moans.
It was a symphony of sexuality, a monatge of lust begging to burst forward.
Then I was begging you.
You had brought the most beautiful demons out of me and I couldn't contain them. I was begging. I wanted forever in this short time and that's exactly what you gave me.
I let the sheets slide off my skin and relentless goosebumps appeared.
You kissed them softly only creating more.
The darkest part of night had shed and morning had become awake once more.
And in the early hours I'll never forget what a wonderful sinner you made out of me.

There's so much we haven't discovered.
We will pour ourselves out again and again to obtain a fraction of knowledge of something we are passionate about. We lie awake for hours wondering what it will feel like when we finally find what we have so long been searching for.
And I hope for you that you become your passion.
You dive in and let it soak into your skin. Let it embrace you and caress you as you fall into dreams about it and when you're blinking back to consciousness. Let it unfold you and bend you in ways you never thought possible. Let it expand your mind and allow your soul to drink it in.
By loving your passion, you become content with what you know about it. By becoming it, your lust for knowing more will only continue to grow.
Become your passion.

There's a monarch, a power
more forceful than I.
More than Kings or God's,
causing distress to die.

The molders, the shape-shifters
the lessons taught on
to us mere mortals
until we have gone.

They break us, they bend us,
they make us true.
They make tears flow
until we're anew.

We call this a dream,
how they make us see
clearly, perspective,
in all there is to be.

Lines and allusions,
masks in the dark.
Teaching us lessons,
a bite worse then bark.

They can take us on roads
we never meant to take,
and bring us back home again,
before we are to wake.

But one thing is for certain,
about these dreams of mine,
they're going to build me up,
and they're going to make me shine.

If I could wish anything, and have it granted
Without doubt,
It would be that we each had a limited number of tears.
Enough crying to know pain,
To learn compassion,
To understand suffering, in order to help those get by
That still had lessons to learn
And that’s it.
We’d all be finished by 25, done sadness for the better,
And live on in a happier world, because now we have the understanding,
Without the pain.
And there would be no more sounds of agony, coming from behind her bedroom door,
Locking herself away, hoping to blend into the walls, wishing she were anywhere but there.
There would no longer be a twitch to the knife by his hand,
Or a stare toward the bottle
To drown the sorrows he’s dealt with
Until one day a ledge looks all too tempting.
And the loved ones of those who are gone because of despair
Face their own hell.
Living in the shadows of “what if” and “how could they”
When all any of us really want is to love and be loved, without the whip lash of everyday pains.
If I could wish anything, and it would be granted,
Without doubt,
Is for you to be happy,
And remember that tears are only for a time,
Until a smile returns once more.

I’ve learned that people, inevitably, can be cruel. And will make fun of you. They will make you feel worthless, and naïve, and stupid. If you manage to stay kind, and you’re still able to walk with a smile, then who’s the real fool? You’ve won the battle.
I’ve learned that girls don’t always say “I’m ugly” to get attention. Seriously, guys, they believe it. And they want you to know it on their terms, rather than have you think it about them behind their back. They’re not trying to fish for compliments, but you should give them anyway.
I’ve learned you can run from your fears (believe me, I’ve tried). You’re going to be scared sometimes. It happens. Everyone’s afraid of something. If everyone let fear get in the way of what they really wanted to do, there would be no one to tell us about what’s really worth living for. C’mon, do you think Evil Kinevil would have let fear stop him? Obviously not. Never be afraid to at least TRY. Trying itself is the biggest step, after that, all you have left to say is that you’re fearless.
I’ve learned that playing with a child for a whole day will make you appreciate things a little bit more then you did yesterday. The feeling of running into the wind, or just letting the sun hit your face. Getting a scrape (and if you’re lucky, two), bumping your head, rolling in dirt, laughing for nothing. It’s all carefree, something we all wish we could be again, and we freely gave away the moment we became adults. I’ve learned that we shouldn’t be sad about not being a kid anymore. Times like those spent with children are just as good.
I’ve learned it’s okay to love someone else, even if you’re not in love with someone you’d thought you’d be forever. You’re meant to be with someone, and they will find you. Right now, you’re looking for them, and they’re looking for you. Kind of an easing thought, right? Relax. Odds are if you haven’t found anybody, you’re either a.) young, and will find someone, or b.) Older but just haven’t found the right person. Trust me, they’re around. 7 billion people on the planet, just take your pick!
I’ve learned it’s okay not to be okay. You’re having a rough day, and sometimes the only person to make you feel better, is you. Whether it be taking an hour to yourself to paint or treating yourself to your favourite latte. These little things we do remind us that it won’t be bad forever, because we have these things that make us happy. Happy > sad.
I guess I’ve learned a lot of things…
Notice how none of those were ever taught in the classroom.
I’m just one of many University students, sitting on campus, waiting for my friend to come sit with me. He’s at home, and to my luck I’m stuck here all day, with far too many breaks to pass the time.
I’m someone with a lot of thoughts. Someone who sometimes has too many, so I’m here to share them with you. Maybe you can help me take a load off.

Morning hits, and you're touching me. It makes me stir, come closer to you. I wait for a kiss to wake every part of me up that doesn’t come until the touching starts.
Body for body, it pulls me deeper. There’s heavy sighs, and deep regrets filling this lust, but let’s pretend its love, if only till the sun comes up. Marks of want etched in my skin, only remind me of what could have continued. Only remind me of how badly I want to be in your bed again, love you the way I can’t see back. Only remind me of how much I want this lust, this love, this heat, this passion, this despair, this hope, this pleasure, this pain.
It only reminds me how far I would have gone to be right back to you, in the only way I know how.