Stickysappy
pupils
gather images
withoutbeneath
classically
trained “understanding”
Blinking colored pixalfree
(nonsense.)
everything inside- Happy
out of focus

But believe me
(when I say)
You do not see
as well as I do,
with your
*Unadulterated Vision.

Have people ever
Asked you
Why do you read?
And you say well...
How fun
Would it be
To just
Be in reality,
To live one life?
When I read
I live so many lives
And then comes
When I read
I escape reality,
To my own world,
Where things can be
Possibly possible.
That's where it
Comes to people
Asking,
Why do you write?
And you say,
Well
How fun
Would it be
To just
Be in reality
To live one life?
When I write
I return the favor,
I share my world
With reality
To create
A bridge
From my world
To theirs
To make it seem
Possibly possible.

i like poems that sound pretentious,
that use big words that i never think to
use when i'm writing,
poems that go far just to prove a point,
wanting attention so bad that
they'll throw out words they're not
even sure what they mean.

i like poems that take a minute,
two seconds, to write,
poems that are created from a fleeting
thought, a quick moment,
trying to keep the pace with the brain
quickly, quickly, get the thought out
onto the paper,
don't bother rereading, it's perfect the way it
is, raw, and unedited,
true emotion captured
in just a few keys.

Lost in beauty.....
Reflect upon the art of life
streaking sunsets brush the sky
the earth unfolds a circle of flames
an inevitable day comes crashing by.
Absent shadows dance unseen
brushing out the hazy red
warming blood that adds to her display
releasing peace inside our head.
The meadow spreads its dappled veil
of coloured flowers and waking faces
proud woodlands and hidden places
glistening dew draws spider laces
Dawn blushes and betrays its endless time
and reaches for her early morning wine.

The pain of a broken heart,
As you left me to rub salt in the wound,
I watched your back as you left cold-heartedly,
Sitting in my room alone I weep,
From the exhaustion I cry myself to sleep...
The nightmares of you with another,
Just wanting you to come over,
Just tell me that it's not over,
As I wait day after day,
But no reply, just the awful cold shoulder...
Im starting to hate you, resent you, but still have Love for you...
My emotions scattered as moving on alone is not easy,
The healing of a broken heart is not easy,
To find another without thinking about you? Not that simple...
I am at a dead end. What am I to do? The last few years I've been with you.
I don't know how to move on, I don't know where to start.
At this point I feel empty and I feel like dying to end it all!
I wish this pain onto no one. I ask, "why me?"
Will I ever move on?...



{RP}

she sits by the window
she always hides under her hood
says she is always misunderstood
she says she has no beauty or elegance
but i can always catch a glance, of her beauty
because she is the only one that truly means something to me

It's hard to accept
and harder to admit
but I do a lot of things
that don't make sense.

I'm often asked why
because people don't get it.
But there's not much to get,
it's just how I like to live it.

I take the long way home
just to see the view,
I waste gas and drive for hours
just to feel brand new.

I'll drive two miles more
and pass three stores on the way
because the fourth one is my favorite
and those people make my day.

I spend money and time
on what most people avoid,
but I do things however
they can be most enjoyed.