This one's for you,
my biggest fear.
I don't know how I'm going to
make you love me,
I've never been great
at improvisation.
I'll stand in the rain
for as long as I have to
if you just say
you will accept me.
Things would seem
a whole lot better then.
But I'm certain
nothing could please you
so I'll just have to sink
deep
beneath
the waves of the world,
before I've worn out more than I own.

I never knew you personally,
All I know about you ... are
From the stories I've read,
From the movies I've watched,
But you have captured
My lonely romantic heart.
You made me fall in love with you,
From a far with your glittering smile,
Watching you made people happy.
You've been a symbol of love for me.
Why the hate now?
Is this how love and hate collide?
I once heard a wise man say,

"Forgive them for they don't know
what they're doing."

Are they going blind for the love
That they don't know about?
So many questions in my mind,
So many are unanswered.
What's the point of all this?

If I was a monster,
I'd be a hideous, roaring beast
who would take on the world
for the life of a seed

If I was a monster
I'd have swirling black eyes
that would be windows to my soul
but you'd never get close enough to see

If I was a monster
I'd have a heart of diamond
Buried in veins of coal
Hidden within the matted fur
and broken wings
My dreams of tomorrow
smashed in pieces
on the floor of my cave

Burn all the bridges
Set the foundations ablaze
Reduce the platform to cinders
Stare at the turquoise eyes of the fore
Walk from where you can stand
Breathe light through your nostrils
Listen to darkness make love
Love like the shore pulling the sea
God, we're so helplessly human

I have no idea what to say. I don’t know what I believe in.

I do know what I don’t believe in, though.

I don’t believe in god. Or any salvation, really.
I don’t believe in sheltering opinions and coddling students. I don’t believe in censorship.
I don’t believe in the idea that we should teach by word of mouth instead of leading by example. I don’t believe in hitting children as a form of discipline.
I don’t believe in authority that abuses power in order to **** anything in their way.
I don’t believe in searching through your daughters text messages to find out if she’s in trouble in place of fostering a relationship that allows open communication with her so that she doesn’t need to hide.
I don’t believe in hanging threats over people’s heads in lieu of the things they have done when they were a different person.
I don’t believe in kicking people while they’re down by telling them that “someone somewhere out there has it much worse than you do.”
I don’t believe in hurting for everyone equally at the same time.
I don’t believe in painting my nails purple.
I don’t believe in vegetable juice.
I don’t believe in veganism.
I don’t believe in paprika or leprechauns either.
Hell, I don’t really believe in anything– and that, I can believe.

your flowers are beginning to bloom
in my heart,
and i know that i shouldn't fall in love
because weeding it out will be too hard,
but alas,
your flowers are too colorful
and aromatic and
captivating,
i can't help but
lose myself in you.
and i want so desperately to
brush your petals softly with my fingers,
but i almost would rather
watch from afar
in fear of ruining the entire garden.

and i don't know if you're much for gardening
but if my flowers sprout within you,
let me know