Waking up
Can be
Terrifying
When reality
Is chasing
You down

please sing me a
song of your most
precious memories and i
will try to sing one of
mine

of rainy days spent
under worn down umbrellas,
of clear nights where
the constellations are
sublime

please compose me a
rhythm that will be neither
too soft nor unbearably
loud

i am afraid unwanted
ears may hear, for i
desire to be your only
crowd

please perform for me
the show you've only
dared to execute in your
wildest dreams

and i will dance along
as the moon does for the
stars every time they
gleam

that one person.
you know they will make you happy and destroy you.
longing touches, spilt secrets.
warm smiles, silent hypocrisy.
I need you.
I fear you.
love me.
please, just love me.
hold me and tell me
everything is going to be alright.

do you trust easily?

If I see it
then it is

If I hear it
then it is

If I taste it
then it is

If I read it
then it's
a different
story

The poet
should subservient be
to the poem
that's the nature of poetry.

I never have contemplated
I would be a writer to be remembered

The biggest thesaurus
or the grandest dictionary
a worthy poem
neither does guarantee

There's a  time for everything,

a future where this passing moment will seem like nothing.

There's a song for every dream,

where dark and bright will be a theme.

Where negativity will die with no esteem,

where happiness will **** negativity scream,

hope and faith will make a strong team.

Making every existence of life supreme,

only positivity will reside in our bloodstream.

No one will whisper but speak,

optimism in every beat making no heart a weak,

outlook on life will never be bleak,

where time will be at it's highest peak,

each soul will be unique.