When you said I need you
I do not know if I'll be happy or scared
I just don't know

With these tendrils of dandelion greens to lift my soul
Wipe the tarnish off my skin with petals of sun
Kiss the light as night approaches
Crisp air of playfulness

This dreamy twilight beacons for promise
Branches of whispers released into song
The moon delights in chance
Paint our love in shades of yellow

Penned fantasies upon the roots of wildflowers
A lover's lullaby meant for morning
Taste of thrill upon your lips
Breath of new brushed skin

Spread of ivy adorned bridge
Hints of purple morning glory catch the eye of wonder
To search for rhythm among the fall
Do you see my heart?

Time talks with love at dawn
Gentle hush of silent know
Slip between the cracks of doubt
Dare to feel anew

They say keys are meant to be lost
And when I lose mine I get that feeling when you've reached the top of the stairs in the dark and your foot feefor predicting another step

Are glasses supposed to break? A tiny drop of blood seeps out my finger
I squeeze it to make more

Maybe roads are meant to wind and take you some place you've never been, didn't want to go

I want to lose my keys and find new doors and pick the locks and hope you're not behind one
I bled for you and kept the scars - my skin a battleground for wars I fancied were for you

I'd like to travel high and far and when I reach my heaven will be waiting
With all keys ever lost and doors unlocked and straight roads and I will toast to the memory of you that got me here

In my household of four
we go about,
unable to hide our disdain and
dis-contentedness, the fresh regrets
in the mourning of lost time,
there is always an apparent thankfulness because
we weren't born with too much misfortunes, although
circumstances could have been better,
But who is to define the real terms of better
that are always shifting form
in the courses of our existences,
like how back then
the terms of better were to me a library (world)
full of endless books & stars,
loving parents and a youthful, grinning brother
to always be oblivious to the world's troubles
a free, open soul to travel the world
and discover new places and people,
an existence far better than
what the human spirit yearns for,
going beyond the wish that a paradise awaits
for all good of mankind,
an existence that rather
brings the concept of a better world
to life, right here and
right now in the present.
But of now, all I can seem to wish for
are fresh lemons
to flush out the built up toxins and frustrations
in everybody,
a father to stop filling himself
with hot air and oblivion to what he has
especially towards the person
who has been by his side throughout
the world's rains of misery and truth,
a mother to stop being so angry
in her majestic world of self pity and
hard, unyielding pride towards her morals,
a brother to stop growing big enough
to keep throwing things around,
and a dumb, mindless girl to stop crying
and figure out how to get her life back together.