The trees' fruited seeds are feeding us
Like a mother's nutrience feeds the fetus in the womb

The world is round around us and we are within it -

Like blemishes on the skin,
Mushrooms bloom from the carpet of our home

The birds - a bacteria,
feeding on what is already dead

and the oceans -  our water
The current, everchanging

The wind -  a musical digestion
Flowing through the veins of every atom

The sky - our air, the sun -  our strength,
And the evil our eaten

Because of what is passed along to us

You're like ******
Make me hurt so bad
But whenever you're away
I want you
Just one more time
Just one more time
Just one more time
Bring out the best in me
Don't let it fade away
Withdrawals without you
I'm not myself
I know I shouldn't
But just one more time

and some of my favorites moments are
when someone opens up to you completely

you walk into a new world,
take a new role

those times when words become visions
and nothing else matters in that moment

roaming around the mind
of another, stress-free and curious

when you realize you and someone else
want the same things for the world

that we all do,
but some of us are just scared

like sitting with your best friend,
only you're older now

are we the same?
we must be the same now

a creek of consciousness flows in,
as if you just took out a dam

and the news is everything pure,
like an open window

but the hinge is always shut at night,
and there is always a toll

savored like the morning's breakfast,
I'll swallow what you've said to me

until morning I'll wonder
what you're thinking now

I'll dream of your urges
and dance in your dreams

as if you were my child
as if we were in love

Self-conscious soliloquies ****** into tragedies
Will we ever love the right way?

So many slumbers as I sleep...
Do I dare ask again

What good is raging wars over past dues
When the new age hides in the corner of your kitchen

I know you have the fire to cook up some hope
But do you have the courage to live up to your dreams
So very squeezed and rinsed

Don't burn me

Trust only means wait in a world like this one
With so many pixies in the ear

I beg the day our towers reach the sky
Together, and alone

Will you ever love yourself like I do?

What is a shiny white stone
But a physical reminder of how bad we are

Underneath and on top
Folded in the sheets of the other's dreams
Never fully tucked in

Curséd outsider
Forever I may be
I've done this to myself
I do not blame thee

I hate everyone.
Girls for being stupid.
Guys for being *****.
What the **** am I?
Can’t I be enough?
Do I have to file into one of these meaningless categories?
I thought life was about love.
I didn’t know it was about being stupid and *****.
I knew I was an alien.
Maybe a robot?
I just want to love and be loved back.
No secrets.
What am I?
Who is this man in my bed?
He’s been here for two years.
He must be here for the ***;
Everything else is an illusion.
I never get to ***.
I don’t care though,
I’d rather watch T.V. and do it myself later,
or not. I could go months…
What am I?
He’s an animal. They all are.
The dogs and the *******,
they both ****.
I hate everyone.
He still has photos of random girls
on his webpage history,
and we have *** every night!
What more do you want, **** it?
I hate you! I hate you!
I saw that message from an ex-girlfriend of yours…
Did you really go over there?
What did you all do?
Each other?
Why else would you go there…
Love is simple;
It’s guys and girls that are complicated.
What am I?
Help.
I’m clean. I’ve got nothing
but a beat up past that taught me a bunch.
Guess you aren’t done learning.
******* horndog
..s. All of you!
And stop telling me how to play Call of Duty.
This is my Xbox, not yours.
You’re the one with anger issues anyway.
You ****.
The thought of your **** in another *****
makes me queasy.
The cells of her **** possibly touching mine
through secondhand-bone?
Disgusting.
I must go get tested as soon as I find the truth.
I hope you know I ******* hate you.
Even your most genuinely sweet smile
will now be contorted in my mind
as a trick of the Devil.
Every kindness you make will be blocked against you
as a curse.
That’s what you are, love – a curse.
I hate you.
But what if you’re innocent?
Maybe you didn’t go?
Is there actually a Prince Charming out there?
If there is, it’d be you –
That’s what worries me.
If it isn’t you, I’m doomed.
There is no one.
I think it’s all fake.
I’m brainwashed.
I saw those movies too young.
Or maybe too old?
And now I’m making you look bad,
because we all know how good you really are to me.
I just wish you could keep it in your pants
for one week
while this yeast infection goes away.
Can any of you resist the urge to constantly ****?
Maybe I’m worrying for nothing…
I should probably sleep on the couch tonight,
enjoy the salty tears,
because we all know they taste pretty **** good.
But this bed is so warm and comfy next to you,
and when we wake up, you smile at me and make us coffee.
You’re never away from me for too long.
Remember that time I saw a saved snapchat of a girl in a hot dress
and I accused you of cheating?
Ended up, she was a famous person.
Silly me.
I hope that’s what this is this time too,
or something like that.
At least I own a gun now, so I can **** myself
if it really comes down to it.
Chill, I’m kidding.
I think.
But being alone? Man that would ****.
Almost as much as you all ****.
At least I’m not you all.
What am I?
I still hate you, but I’m tired,
and I need to go to sleep.
Maybe my dreams will show me an answer.
I just want this feeling in the pit of my stomach to go away.
I just want you to love me like I love you.
Every day you say it,
but I guess I'll never truly know.
I love you.
****.

I'm not sure that I know
what a best friend is anymore.

I used to know when I was little,
because we did everything together,
and we told each other e v e r y t h i n g .

But now we are all so busy,
and I'm not sure if I have no best friends or
if I have tons of them.

Or maybe I just have a lot of "friends"
who I am very close to,
but never hug.

I want you to me my best friend, my love.
It is you and only you who I want
to spend my days with.

Have you noticed that I hug you?
You're the only one that keeps me
from awkwardly pulling away.

Are we best friends?
We don't do everything together,
but we do lots of things together, and we always have fun.

Are we best friends?
Because I think you tell me everything,
but I could never be sure, since we are in love,

and love tends to distort reality a bit.
Are best friends exactly alike?
Because I believe our souls are alike, even if all of our interests aren't.

Maybe I will never know
what a best friend really feels like;
maybe it is just a word for me;

Maybe I am just d i f f e r e n t
or something like that,
because I am a little confused,

but I love you, and I want to spend my days
with you. It is all I have ever wanted...
someone to be intimate with, both physically & spiritually.

Are you my best friend?
If not, I can leave...