i am giving my heart
S P A C E
because what returns
    will always have to
         L E A V E
one must leave
  in order to grow
    love like fall must
       **** the spring

a dream poem:

a blink for a few is what I desire
to blackout the curtains for my aches
and chalkboard erase my mistakes
the sun is a cleanser
that glows through my eyes
emanating love despite cut ties
when I close, and go to where is old
we can unwrap: and begin to finally unfold.

taking shots of herbal tea
to substantially swallow the floodgates of my thoughts
it had been six months with no word
and i hadn't spoken either
my mouth was a hotel for ghosts
that would float up to my brain and create a resort
the memories of you playing on a 36mm reel over and over

until throwing up wouldn't even purge you out of my system.

finally using your brain you spoke up
and the ghosts vanished.
you are quite the intuitive ghost.

stab my brain with the hope you will be back
the pain increases as responses grow weary,
and your fear swallows your intuitive mind once again.

its a shame to know what you want, ghost:
and never actually go for it.

and that is the true battle.

if I dip my feet in the water:
then I will end up,
drowning.

for the first time
you to looked at my body
like
it
was
something
you
craved

Oh! Has anyone actually had thoughts as I have?
Does anyone believe what I believe is true?
Or are they just other?
with thoughtless little sleepy waves underneath them?
do they doubt my claim,
seeking any desire to find the the knowledge of the Inner Path?
What is Me
and what is just Societies Molding of Me?  

Was I blank shell?

If I'm always learning ; I'm always inspired.

Humans are powerful and are creatures of dishonesty and greed.
Give them what they don't want so they will feel the mental responsibility of changing you "for the greater good" or in actuality, "how they see things"

was it just real in the moment, was it actually real in the first place?
are my memories just a beautification and glorification of a blank moment that I had desired to fill?

and we sit on the big green swinging chair
you run your fingers down my unwashed, dreaded hair
I'm scared to touch your lips or look you in the eye
cause I know you'll be last first kiss
I'll ever try
honey nectar veins can only go two ways
can I be yours, today?

brains beaming laser cut cookie cutters
that fit perfectly into my hands
our auras mix to make cinnamon twirls
no need to touch, I understand

you know it too
the fear there might be more than one for you
I am a risk, and a new frontier
don't fake the flag, admit I'm here.

the rain soaked into my skin
the trees of the forest sang they we so glad
purifying my humid past
love was the best umbrella I ever had

you explained my future in the utterance of letters
finally cozy in a medication free sweater
grass stains on our memories
made everything smell sweeter
never felt so safe, away from my heater

your past walked
to snip my dream catcher
she held the scissors
this present snatcher

her post slap palms held the shears
penetrating your growth
pesticides filling hours of maturity
this time when I look at you, you look *****.