looking around the bonfire i see all my friends

-acquaintances, mates

and i wonder how long they'll be there

-around, with me

light dancing off their faces, music playing on ****** '90's boombox speakers

-Joshua Radin, Gorillaz, the violintastic Yellowcard

i see people i see everyday, people i haven't seen in years

-will it be that long til i see them again,
-when will my everyday friends turn into that

looking out from the fire over the river i see my unremarkable hometown

-the darkness hiding the decay, the streetlights making it look beautiful as -only this view of the city can provide

I'm moving soon as others already have. As the rest of the circle likely will

-how often will i see this "hellish black hole"

this little circle of friends spreading, our arms barely stretching to hold on

-how long can it hold

but for now we're here bullshitting a night a way and in the end that's all that matters

-i guess

A true semantic literary meaning
awakening to curate
my being
or throw away it all and question
the delivery of
the ics and isms
determining not by me but by the reader
what is true
like Montague
proposing a new system
I propose a meaningful regimen,
one where words are either felt
, make me halt and listen,
to what they truly meant.
Or they don't.

I've become blind.
you have made me blind,
not just by sight,
but by body,
soul and mind,
all three in one,
entwined,
in you,
I've fallen in love,
you give me courage to love,
freely,
willingly,
beautifully,
pleasurably,
Godly.
lost in you,
I've learnt to find a place I can be
who I want to be,
lost in you,
I've find a better me,
the happier me,
a woman whose worthy,
to be loved.

I remember,
water dripping,
slowly,
trickling,
down two lovers hair,
face,
eyes,
lips entwined,
hands grabbing,
in desire for what they so desirably longed for the whole day,
yet had to suppress their need,
they had to hide it quietly inside their explosive beating hearts for each other.
I remember it all,
it was once a memory that always made me feel nervous inside,
creating butterflies in my tum,
tubes tied,
and now I'd like to think it has become a,
meaningless,
emotionless feeling inside...
why am I lying to myself,
that memory still compels me to watch it in my mind,
replay a time where I onced felt how it felt to be loved,
cry,
and cry,
and cry,
because of the broken glass thats left a crack in  my heart,
a crack that can never be healed by anyone else,
all thats left is that one memory of the shower before he quickly,
vainly,
disappeared from his lover.

I have dreams, not delusions.  Finally myself, not an illusion.

I'm
      all
Natural
     Is that y u love me so much
Never seen this before ?
           I'm proud of it
   I wouldnt wanna be anybody else
     Hey !
      Love urself for who u are
     I'm blessed I wake up like this
          Everyday