My Aura
deep the heart of Pandora.
thick.
shimmering thoughts make me shiver.
Pandora.
my mind is occupied by irrelevant thoughts;
"What time do I need to wake up tomorrow?"
but I don't trust my own body
this is why I live in sorrow.
I created a machine called technology, this was meant to work for me but now... I follow?

I deny.
The fact that I push my freedom away because I'm too used to following.
I deny.
to follow the hypocrisy influenced by society when the minority is sober.

He quietly sits at night hoping to be noticed.
Knees on his chin and arms all folded.
He tries to sleep so that he may see the woman of his dreams , but soon realises that everything is never as it seems.
Her hair , her eyes , her smile.
All it took was one night.
Now he sees nothing of her; she was his only sight.
She told him to patiently wait, and kissed him with her eyes.
"I'll never wash it away" - says the boy who cries

I'm leaving this planet
An alien that was never intended
Finally contacts it's mothership

The shapes and sounds here no longer make sense to me
I'm not certain they ever did
Denial was my first encounter in this place
Information was my undoing
Curiosity makes for madness

But where logic should be
sits a sponge soaked and bloated
No way to understand it's origins

The oxygen here tastes of metal
I breathed in not knowing it's toxicity

The tree's grow smaller every year
breaking under the weight of progress

No clear explanation for this "God" you all speak of
But so many eyes grow deluded when hearing it's name

Intergalactic flight seems only logical

I say so long you tragic race

I will always remember your depraved dances and hysterical collisions

I will do my utmost to forget the monsters you call beautiful

Peace

Things near and far,
will never change,
the here and now.

Things can  last forever,
or never start,
Nobody can see in the furture.

Things will prospure,
and never lose.
the positives.

Things will end,
and never begin,
the negatives.

Things near and far,
will never change,
the hear and now

I miss you so much

I miss you too

I want you so badly right now

Me too, darling...

I miss holding you
And your presence
And your voice

I miss the smell of your perfume
I miss your hands
I miss running my fingers through your hair

I miss the taste of your lips
And the warmth of your skin
I miss your eyes and their depth

I miss you entirely

I miss your being around me

******** it, Lorenzo

I am a son
You are a daughter
We’re not related
But, it doesn’t matter

I am a father
You are a mother
We each have a child
Just, not with each other

I love and cherish mine
As I’m sure you do yours
And yet somehow
This hatred of others occurs

Love does not discriminate
We know that it endures
If, I can love a child of mine
I can also, love a child of yours
BOEMS BY JA 581