Her eye's were never quiet,
of her, the only thing I am sure,
is that the rebel in her, will never die,
she's the type of girl, that if you told not to do something,
she'd do it twice,
and take pictures.
I was constructed for her,
and she was molded for me.
I have a weakness for clever minds,
and honestly,
I never had a chance.

Attract what you expect,
reflect what you desire,
become what you respect,
mirror what you admire.

She once thought,
she wanted to be a poet,
but deep down,
she knew,
she wanted to be a poem.

Roses are grey,
violets are another shade of grey,
let's go chase cars.

i had a thing up with this girl,
but it turned out it was wrong,
its ended now,
so i just thought,
that i might right this song,
im not gonna whine,
im not gonna ****** cry,
instead il just say thank you,
for making me this new guy,
for opening my eyes,
cause now i see,
that everything that feels this good is never meant to be,
it still hurts you know,
inside of me,
so il wait patiently until it leaves.

but its not that simple,
see you cant just quit it,
when its deep inside of you,
when its what your livin,
see i get blamed for theft,
at least attempted,
cause people dont know that whole story,
step off,
if anyones to blame,
yeah its me,
come on haters let it out,
you can rip me piece to piece,
but leave her alone,
its not her fault im a ****** idiot you should know by now im ******,
so let me hear it,
cause imma only shrug it off,
cause you gon' judge me anyway so hommie get lost,
im not gon Change,
nah, i Can't,
so if thats what you want from me,
best i can do is rant.

She was hiding in the garden and met a cabbage named Fred,
She likes to give names to things she thinks are cool,
and call them friends.
Than she took me to her toy box,
"this is where everything goes",
this is the way, so stay and play,
and I know you'll feel at home.
You be Cory, I'll be Topanga,
you be Pete, I'm Mary jane,
"I will be here, you don't have to, always smoke the pain away".
It's just me against myself again,
but she doesn't see my flaws,
"if you bottle your emotions, we'll just drink them through a straw".

Within her,
I lose myself,
without her,
I find myself wanting to be lost again.
I just,
can't help myself.
She's the only one that knows me.
She's my 3am thought.
She can see my real worth,
she shows me things I never knew about myself.
And the thing is,
once you see your own worth,
it's hard to be around people that don't.

Philosophy has taught me never to think I know,
for I know nothing at all,
and this is the only thing I know for sure.
Imagine you are in a cave,
you were born here,
and have been here ever since.
you are chained to face a wall,
can not move,
but know nothing different.
On the wall there are shadows,
cast from behind you,
caused by dancing figures in front of a flame.
You can not see these figures,
but you know them by their shadows.
Beside you, is another,
another just like yourself,
born and raised to stare at the shadows,
and just like you, knows nothing different.
Now imagine one day,
you are set free from your chains,
and you are brought to a door,
behind the door is a life you never knew could exist,
the sun, the trees, the world as we know it now.
You would be astonished,
amazed that you had lived your life from this point,
never knowing it was there.
Now say you were brought back to your chains,
reunited with the other,
who has not yet seen the world for what it is.
Would you be able to explain to them,
that there is a world beyond the shadows?
For the shadows are all they know,
they have become so familiar,
that they are able to guess the figures before their arrival.
How would you explain that there is a fantastic world beyond what they see?
it's simple.
You couldn't.
And forever, they will be trapped,
not knowing that there is so much more to life.
I feel that this is the way of the world.
The cosmos, being as big as it is,
and religion, giving claims as it does.
The people have no way of seeing what else is out there.
What happens after they die.
What life is truly about.
They never even wonder.
And than, they just die.

She was hiding in the garden and met a cabbage named Fred,
She likes to give names to things she thinks are cool,
and call them friends.
Than she took me to her toy box,
"this is where everything goes",
this is the way, so stay and play,
and I know you'll feel at home.
"You be Cory, I'll be Topanga",
"you be Pete, I'm Mary Jane",
"I will be here, you don't always have to, smoke the pain away".
It's just me against myself again,
but she doesn't see my flaws,
"if you bottle your emotions, we'll just drink them through a straw".

We need to stop analyzing the past,
stop planning the future,
stop figuring out precisely how we feel,
stop deciding exactly what we want when we want it.
Sometimes, we just need to stop,
and see what happens.
You see, what we learn, and who we become,
in the process of waiting,
is often more important than the thing we were actually waiting for.

Don't let people judge your life's story,
just because they walked in on a chapter that's boring.

You see these scratches and these bruises?
Me neither, I don't these phonies be a nuisance,
You see, I like to dread the poor in all the richness,
Put the wealthy on my hit list,
Look down upon the real, boys and girls and grant their wishes,
The schools don't like you cause you think like me,
Say you got nothing to offer cause you smell like ****,
And if the moment ever came, when we were higher than the trees,
We would look down at them and say "Oh, yo now I see"

This is my letter to myself,
And when you read this you'll be wise enough to see that life,
Ain't always what it seems,
I wish you happiness and wealth,
I know you lovin' every moment as the minute,
I always wanted to be sane,
I'm glad you made it this far,
I'm glad you made it this far.

Cause I'm gonna take in this anger and the amusement,
Yeah, it's confusing maybe cause I'm scared to lose it,
That every time I try to look into the future,
I see mistakes of the past,
Afraid to do to next what I did to the last,
It's passion, it's presence, it's lust, is it love?
Is it the action, it's the essence,
**** it, all the above,
That got me feeling this way,
And I know I made some mistakes,
When I opened up this letter,
I bet I'll remember this day.

you never really wanted,
you used just then left,
now that thing is shattered,
that broken thing in my chest,
some may say a heart,
but to me its just a hole,
no feeling, no warmth,
no fight, no glory.
it's ended, you've done it,
you finished our story,
so go on as is,
as if I was never there,
no need to worry,
it won't be hard,
you never cared,
you say you do,
but it's all just lies,
it's *******, unwanted,
unwinding ties,
the worst part about it,
is how you made me feel,
yes happy and safe,
but more importantly real,
i know you're scared,
cause as am I,
but what are you waiting for I found it,
the starlight in your eyes,
it's there I see it,
you just have to let it out,
you cant, your lost,
you're riddled with doubt,
no trust you say,
it cuts me deep,
im used to the pain,
I barely ever sleep,
kept up by you,
running laps in my mind,
you found my light,
but then you say it's just a bad time,
so now who needs it,
if your gone its your loss
at least that's what I tell myself,
when I'm mad that were lost,
that someday it will prosper,
it's not so easily just dropped,
but you broke it, it's bleeding,
you expect it to stop,
but dont be so foolish,
it's flowing,
**** every last drop,
what I wanted was real,
whether you know it or not,
your blushing, dont hide it,
I see you, your caught,
that smile, that grin, that look, that feel,
that "certain feeling" is love,
that "certain feeling" it's real,
I know you want to see,
so just open up your eyes,
I trust you,
so trust me,
no pain,
no lies,
all I wanted was to be happy,
and to have you in my life,
in reality were secret,
but in my dreams your my wife,
thats what makes it hardest,
the fact I see you every night,
and I'm not saying marry me
I'm just saying it feels right,
I would never try to hurt you,
I swear till my last breath,
I will love you forever,
I will love you until my death

She stopped saying goodnight,
so I stopped sleeping.

i wish that you could see me,
i wish i knew who you were,
i can almost see you,
but almost is just a blur,
the closer you get,
the harder it is,
to keep from this wishing,
to see through this mist,
i want it, i need it,
its all that i ask,
to find you, and hold you,
someday remove this mask,
of complexity and confusion,
of the lies and the deception,
but first i must answer,
but one simple question,
what is it i need,
and what are the things i want,
the difference between the two,
one is love, and ones a taunt.

Exterior beauty,
without the counterpart,
of a kind soul,
is merely decoration.

You're pulling my threads apart,
Been pulling on one real hard,
Unravel my whole left arm,
I knew you would play that card,
You're cooler than ice cream carts,
You're melting the whole **** park,
Carving our names in bark,
You left your name in my heart,
I live on the same old street,
haven't been us in three whole weeks,
I haven't been up your sleeve,
And I don't have any excuses,
And if I can recall, you said in spite of it all,
We'd still be chill in the Fall and, no, it's not your fault,
For binding our hearts so tight, I think that maybe you're right,
We shouldn't have gotten so high, we should've just,
we should adjust.

Theseus is the captain of a ship.
He is sent on a voyage that will take just over a year to complete.
Though out the voyage,
pieces of the ship begin to rot, and need to be replaced.
Theseus has his men remove each piece of wood as it rots,
and replace it with another.
By the time Theseus has returned to port,
his ship is composed of entirely new pieces of wood.
Is the ship the same ship that he originally departed with?
Let us also suppose, that during the voyage,
there is a following ship.
The following ship is a scavenger,
that retrieves the old pieces of wood as they are removed from Theseus' ship.
The scavenger than creates an entire ship from the old pieces.
Which than, would be Theseus' ship?

I sit here and ponder,
it's so strange to me,
why, with you my mind wanders,
and of only you I dream,
maybe I'm misguided,
hell maybe I'm lost,
what will it take to have you,
il pay anything it cost,
and I'm not saying your a prize,
some silly thing to be bought,
I just want you to have it all,
every single thing I've got,
I give it to you freely,
you dont even have to ask,
but if you take it, you should know,
it comes with one simple task,
tell me those three words,
those eight reveling letters,
if you do this I can promise,
I will love you forever

No mountain,
nor sea,
not one thing in this world,
could keep us apart,
for this is not
my world..

                     you are.

I thought we could spend the moments together,
I thought we could wait for the snow,
to stay up all night with none other,
and tell you why I love you.

to late,
I'm sure,
another night,
another dream,
wasted on you,

I thought with the mind set too love,
I might stubble across the key,
or perhaps break down the doors,
to the ******* the inside,

for me,
if you could,
be here,
against me,
with me,

you know I'm dying inside,
my heart beside me,
shattered pieces,
that can not be replaced,

forever,
forever could see us,
but I think I'm at a loss,

I will always remember you,
as you are here,
right now.

Have you ever wondered if life could be more simple?
And if it was, what it might look like?
I imagine a world without money,
a world in which it never existed.
A world where people did work,
in order to keep the world functioning.
Not for selfish desire of money,
not for the need to stay financially stable,
but because it was the right thing to do.
A world where people only took what was needed,
a world without greed or excess.
A world without money,
would mean a world without theft,
whether it be for greed,
or survival.
A place where individuals shared what they had,
just for the purpose of being kind.
Money has tainted the youth.
A sourness that stays with them no matter the age.
Perhaps if there was no money,
the wealth of the world would be decided in the love one another gives.
Perhaps if there was no money,
the pettiness of the world,
would be much, much less.

Dressed in all black,
she arrives at my door,
but rather than go out,
we dine on my floor.
With pillows for seats,
and candles for light,
she tells me of the past,
her memories of life.
Pizza and wine,
a great dinner for two,
not what she was expecting,
but I bet it will do.
She picks off her onions,
and adds them to mine,
I hardly even noticed,
and certainly didn't mind.
With two boxes eaten,
and one bottle down,
we head to the sofa,
my black leather playground.
We put on a movie,
something about about a book,
she hands me her feet,
and I rub out the nooks.
The AC comes on,
I give her my sweater,
and slowly but surely,
I become cold as ever.
I light up a blunt,
we pass back and forth,
she slowly moves closer,
and I begin to feel warm.
She places her head,
on the top of my chest,
I move in and kiss her,
my nerves come to rest.
Her lips taste like cherries,
it's probably the wine,
little did I know,
she tastes like that all the time.
I notice that it's late,
I'm now high as a kite,
our voices begin to lower,
and we theorize about life.
She tells me she thinks,
life is not to be dread,
and it's only the beginning,
there is much more ahead.
We lie there eyes closed,
and ponder the theory,
and start the beginning,
of our sleepover series.

I open my eyes too look,
but when open i see nothing,
I close my eyes and I start to see,
your smile, your shine,
your eyes, you're blushing,
I caught you off guard,
a moment you don't try,
its beautiful, its relaxing,
its every reason why,
the glow, the awe, the glimmer, that feel,
I see it, I need it, I know now its real,
I open my eyes,
but again I see nothing,
that feeling still there,
but you're no longer blushing.

One cosmos,
a never ending number of planets,
two hundred and four countries,
eight hundred and nine islands,
seven vast oceans,
and I had the pleasure of meeting you*.

I never seem to learn,
no matter how straight the lesson,
and if at all I've learnt one thing,
theres nothing like a first impression,
impressions last forever,
no it wont ever fade,
that's why I think your here right now,
and with me everyday,
in my head,
my heart,
my all,
see all has changed,
you've made me tall,
with just that look,
that moment of time,
that moment of perfect,
that moment you're mine,
my days aren't so hectic,
no not when I see,
that look in you're eyes,
that moment of peace.

I don't know what to do now,
still in love, but now you're gone,
questions over and over again,
where the **** did I go wrong.

With careful words,
to make you smile,
as well as thoughts,
to keep you warm,
I only ever thought of you,
there's always calm,
before the storm.

I'm *******,
I'm upset,
upset because I know myself better than the rest.
I'm not someone that tries and tries again,
rather,
I'm someone that fails and refuses to go again.
I'm frustrated,
and only blame myself,
built up anger,
more so than these thousand books on my shelves.
The more I learn,
the less I know,
at least,
know for sure,
but than again, I'll never know.
I hide in my cave,
away from all the rest,
it's calm, it's quiet,
the place that I am best.
See people are all caught up in their lives,
wondering what people will think,
I can tell you they think the same thing,
they're just wondering what people think of them.
We live in a world, of wondering others thoughts,
and never being concerned in the lessons we've been taught.
I hate this life,
I wish we would all just care less,
no money,
no hatred,
no worry,
no mess.

The world is dying,
we've used her to the bone,
how than, I wonder,
do we still call this home.
If the world could speak,
I wonder what she'd say,
one thing is for sure,
she would not ask us to stay.
We treat her like a place,
when really she's a palace,
the home in which we were born,
our wonderful, used up atlas.
We cut off her hair,
she beginning to go bald,
the trees she gave to help us breathe,
soon, there will be none at all.
I believe that, that is good,
for than, we will surely parish,
and world will start again,
to rebuild the things we should have cherished.

I dislike the truth about cities like ours;
the cities of footsteps and phones.
It could be only me and the wide open sea,
and I still wouldn't feel as alone.

im shaking,
im anxious,
i need it right now,
that feeling,
that rush,
that knowing of how,
although im still cautious,
i prepare it with haste,
the fire, the inhale,
that feeling, that taste,
it hits me, i hate it,
i love it, its mine,
im faded, you see me,
im ****** up,
you're fine.

Stay out of trouble,
rebuttal,
probably gonna **** if we cuddle.
I smoked one too many singles someone pack a double.
Twenty ringers ain't fun for the lungs but they gatta be done,
someone pack another for the girl we gettin **** done.
Not, just chillin n smokin ***.
Smokin marijuana, you wanna do it or not?
Settle in, its not like its a ****** rock,
yeah she has one in the pocket but that **** would make you pop.
See for us it be okay,
take it and we sway,
have another popper and we feel it fade a way.
It comes back and it's great,
numb to the face and cant complain,
run with the flow, now whats my name,
I had to get it, I had it, now I'm insane.
Now you, scared you wont like the truth,
you like it as much as the youth,
but you wont let nothing diffuse the situation,
love n hate will make a mess,
your selfish habits wont have it so **** it just take a rest.
You figure that I'll just bewilder the thought of you as a villain but you can just call her a killer cause she gon keep up with the killin.
Wanna **** round with a beast, its only your head.
Better keep up with the girl or get back n rest while she pull ahead. Yeah, now she only smokin on the best,
she been nursing a mind to **** us all up n go to bed.
See we ready, come n get me,
hell, we been it all along.
You say you're not convinced, she says you should tag along.

I am strong,
but only because I once was weak.
I am fearless,
but only because I once was afraid.
I am wise,
but only because I once was foolish.
Life does not hand out these qualities,
but rather, allows them to be had,
only after you have endured the opposite.

To my secret something,
the girl I once knew,
the girl I once loved,
the girl with no clue,

Often I would sit and dream,
of a life involving you,
not as secret,
not as was,
not as "something",
but something new,

Like what I've seen in film,
the feeling felt so right,
an average day,
a random class,
a girl, a look,
then love at sight,

Emeralds for eyes,
skin warm to the touch,
you're close,
I feel you,
I kiss you,
you blush,

Alone with me you were clear,
you made me feel amazing,
every second we ever had,
the entire time,
my heart was racing,

Hurt,
and I am ashamed,
its all ****** up,
and I'm to blame,
without you,
I am no man,
without you,
I am not the same.

I see you one more time,
its different than all the rest,
still glow, you do,
but stop, it has,
the feeling in my chest,
I thought that I would feel it,
I thought that it would show,
but now I sit, with you beside,
I come to find, I do not know,
for much to long, it was my all,
I'd dream of it, night and day,
but then that look, inside your eyes,
began, to slowly fade,
still love you, I do,
but you see, it is too hard,
we've yet to talk of all the things,
that continue to tare us apart,
in short to say, of all I'm sure,
the past has made me weak,
so if one day, we plan to talk,
I only ask, instead, we speak.

I do not try to reach out,
no, it is just a waste of time,
see, people tend to look away,
when they think you've finally lost your mind.
So what I've gone mad,
gone lucid,
insane,
sanity, was for the weak,
the timid,
the desperate,
the utterly lame.
I enjoy myself here,
caught up in my dreams,
now lost in the shadows,
I find myself,
free.

Simple thing to be an addict, been at it since I was young,
harder to be an emphatic fanatic with iron lungs,
take a second, roll a blunt cause this isn't for fun,
thing about being an addict, is that it has to be done.
Simple thing to be a fiend and be green with some wicked ***,
harder to have a clean routine and be someone that you're not,
found that drugs are only fun until the day they're not,
might as well enjoy it until the day that they're all I got.

the wind it blows
it stops it goes,
you know its there,
it never  shows,
the winter cold,
it hails,
it snows,
its chilly,
its freezing,
im sneezing,
my nose,
knows that it is back,
the season that i love,
the things it brings,
seem one step above,
the seasons of heat,
the rain and the colours,
its the season for us,
its the season for lovers.

I once considered myself trapped.
Trapped in my own demise.
I had built my walls so high,
I was unsure if you would ever make it over them.
What I didn't realize,
was that you slowly tore them down.
And before I noticed they were gone,
you had rebuilt them around us.
Only this time,
you added windows.

She went on by,
I tend to stare,
It's not my fault,
I'm drawn to her.
She walks as if,
she were lifted by air,
never noticing the imperfections around her.
I think to her,
there are no imperfections,
just things,
that need to be seen in a different light.

I do not believe in a God,
I do not believe that any specific religion has all the answers,
rather,
I believe that people will always come up with scenarios and situations,
that give a potential reason for life.
I do not believe there is a world waiting for me when I die,
whether it be a kingdom in the clouds,
or endless lakes of fire.
I do not believe that if there were a God,
he would work in "mysterious" ways.
I believe that we are here for no specific purpose,
and rather than live our lives according to books that were written
hundreds of years ago,
we should understand that life is exactly what we, as the human race,
make it to be.
I truly believe that we as a race should stop believing in afterlives that other people have placed in our minds,
and come to realize that if there truly is an afterlife,
not one man or woman,
would ever be able to fathom it.
I believe that we should live life as one,
and worry about the rest,
if and when it comes to be.

i do this for me,
all alone in the dark,
to only past the time,
while i wait for a spark,
that something,
that someone,
the thing everyone gains,
but everyone is not me,
you see when it drizzles,
it rains.

to think a thought, to think of me, is nothing I see fit to do.
my self and I, are not to be seen, not heard, but known as Me.
before I believed, in not believing in, I believed my beliefs were blind.
so now at all, if I believe,
I think I know there is none to find.

believe in the right,
believe in the wrong,
it matters not to the world.
the world has no feeling,
no emotion for you.
not one thing will matter,
not one thing you do.
so if when you do, these things that you do,
you think a thought just as I,
believe in more that just your beliefs,
these things matters not, if the life when we die.

I know not of afterlives,
I know nothing of a being, supreme.
I know I am self, and I am nothing,
in the eyes of the world, a burden.
where I will go, and be, when I die,
has nothing to do with me,
has nothing to do with the world which we house,
and nothing to do with what I believe.

Psychedelics are not illegal, due to a "thoughtful" government,
who wishes to keep you safe.
They are illegal due to the fact that they push people away from social norms,
and dissolve the opinion structures that cultures have laid down for us to follow.
Psychedelics are illegal because they open you up to the possibility,
that everything you know,
is wrong.

Afraid,
what happens next,
am I now, just to leave?
I am broken, I am tired,
I am saddened, I am weak,
I miss all about you,
I am mad that you are gone,
I wish I could tell you,
I am sorry it went wrong,
but what am I to say?
for every passing moment,
is just another day gone by,
I want you here, but cant control it.