What came about in a time of wandering.
The consolation  getting  me by was
     knowing  it would  end,
I could  go back
  I could  go  back  to how it was
    I could  go back to how it was when I remember  happiness  
      I could  go  back  to  how it was when I remember  happiness  
           although  the time,
     then,
     was not.
Coming home to where I am safe
and where I can  be  anywhere  but  here.

I got by in dreaming  of stories  to  tell  
that  reflect  where  I  have  been,
where a path of solitude  crossed  theirs
and voice  where  I fear  most  in going.
I busied my mind  in the folds of the concepts,
and I was not afraid.
I came to  where  I knew I would  
but still I can't  stop  wandering.
The house  is here, and  I  am  inside  
but both  of  us  are  empty.
I know  the  stories  that haunt these halls
even  though  I could  lose my mind  entirely
wondering  what they mean.

Is it common
Am I lazy
Am I standing  in a place that never  existed  
and if I exist

why.

I am  losing  the  grip of
whatever  it is that  actually  cares  to know,
if even anything  is worth  knowing.
Insight recognizes a pattern
I never will  find where  it is I am going.
I ought to just stay here, soon it will be snowing.
I'll  wait here.

Closed off, abandoned, derelict, haunted  
DANGER: DO NOT ENTER
             you are unwanted.  
I guess let it collapse  
   on its  own; we can't  pay
for demolition  faster
             than natural  decay.

If you  visit  
   it is to test the
   structural  integrity,
else to marvel at what could  have  been,
pontificate  
   upon  why she
    is what is left.
Or theft.

I wish I could  collapse  into myself
   to be consumed  within
      the black hole in my chest,
so that my lifelong  companion,
   loneliness, cannot  follow.
             It is where
             it is nothing
and where nothing  may follow  as a guest.

the weather is cold
and my heart is traveling abroad
watching our photos and they seemed old
what a sad night with the stars that bright
to give a gloomy light
desperate soul
and wide hole
waiting without hope
i won't give up waiting
even that i know you are not caring.

Against these turbid turquoise skies
The light and luminous balloons
Dip and drift like satin moons,
Drift like silken butterflies;

Reel with every windy gust,
Rise and reel like dancing girls,
Float like strange transparent pearls,
Fall and float like silver dust.

Now to the low leaves they cling,
Each with coy fantastic pose,
Each a petal of a rose
Straining at a gossamer string.

Then to the tall trees they climb,
Like thin globes of amethyst,
Wandering opals keeping tryst
With the rubies of the lime.

all start with part time friend who starts being full time love,
who lives under books and poetry,
i dont see other but only you.
your kisses on the brain is a thing that makes me special,
your kisses are so soft and my body's swinging from
Side to side,
bc i dont see other but only you.
the place of our 1st kiss is magical so magical that i cant explain,
is like fairytails out of books is a city where castle are real,
and you live there and i dont see other but only you.
i want find you and your magical place,
and the trees will whisper my name,
just bc you're smart dont make you geek, right?
bc i dont see other but only you
smart,
kind,
but you...
you're always trying being funny and makes my messy world feel awesome,
i'm so in love for your the way you see the problems on my head,
bc i dont see other but only you.
me being crazy and you  being calm...
can we have a hosue with thousand of books ?
bc i only see you...
-d.a

The best way to get over an issue,
Is really quite simple in my eyes,
Simply stop viewing it as a problem,
And it becomes a nice surprise.

A death becomes a family day out-
Put the fun back into funeral!
The deceased has probably moved on,
To a place that's far more beautiful.

Your lovers left you? Not to worry,
The memories are here to stay,
And if we're going to honest,
She's probably happier this way.

Can't afford to pay off the mortgage?
Cheer up, silly - let's go camping!
It was just bricks and mortar anyway,
And the place needed revamping.

If you lose your job keep that chin up,
What you have now's a holiday!
Let's be honest - your boss was a ****,
And you won't miss him anyway.

You've got writers block and poetry,
Flows no longer from your pencil?
Me too! That's why I forced these rhymes,
And I show lack of potential!

The steam from my tea rises up into the sky,
Like an angel, small and white
I wish I could rise with it
Up into the grey sky
Never looking back to the cold dark ground

I like how the universe works;
How each day you wake up
To witness the sun rise
To witness the sun set
But somehow even if you watch it every day
It’ll amaze you in many different ways

I like how the universe works;
How the trees stand still
For hundreds and hundreds of years
Enduring all the pain nature can give
To take in the air you don’t need
In exchange for the air that you breathe

I like how the universe works;
How out of the billions of people
Living on earth
I meet you, to see you,
Continuously rising and falling
Yet you still shine the brightest
And I’m still amazed at everything you are

I like how the universe works;
How out of the billions of people
Living on earth
I meet you, to take in all my hurt
And all my tears
As you give me the purpose of my life
To love you with all my heart, soul, and body

I like how the universe works;
How you can be my sun
How you can be my tree
How you can be
The only one for me
How I can be the most imperfect human
But still,
You choose to love me