My mind can be compared to a rubix cube. It has a patteren yet only a few can solve it. Out of those few comes one person, who doesn’t even have to touch it.
Their eyes and mind work simotanesouly.
Forgetting that I am only human.
They devour my defense system. All the colored squares around me.
They solved me.
You see the pattern. You don’t even have to touch me.
Your eyes do all the work.
Its almost as if you read me like a book.
But for now you are just a myth in my square mind.
My colors haunt the mindless but make you oh so envious.
And all I can do is wait. Wait for those eyes.
That can read me like a book.
And when I find you.
I will be yours.
And you will be mine.

I twist my words around. I make them a liquid. I turn them into water to make them pure. My words flow. But I had to make them this way.
I had to make them approachable. Easy on the eyes.
If it was up to me I would throw the words on the page. No sense would be made.
No one would read these crushed words though. abandoned words.
I try hard to make these words clear though. To let them fly around your ears.
To sugar coat the words with envious desires. Just to entertain.
Make this poem an easy read for the lazy eyes of the lazy people. But why you may ask?
To be heard.
I try. And I try. And I try.
My words mean more to me than to anyone else. I soon realize how ridiculous it is.
How ridiculous it is to want to be heard so badly my words turn into lies.
My words though are hard to understand. Maybe not written the best way.
Even when I understand it. Does it matter if you don’t understand it?
As long as it is out there. As long as it makes an impact on someone.
As long as my opinion bleeds through and stains your eyes somehow.
Maybe it won’t affect you. But it will affect someone.
My words. They are mine. And all mine.
I cross my tiny fingers. I hold my breathe and wait.
Your reaction. It might just be fate.
And for now. I believe this is a goodbye.
For my opinion is mine.
And for my words they are mine.
All mine.

Thank you.

Her nails stained with the perfect color of red. Dangerous is what they said.
Her lips quickly caught on to the trend. They turned to the lipstick for advice.
Her perfect blue eyes darkened by the black eyeliner that quickly took her under its wing.
The mascara danced upon her thick brown eyelashes turning them into what they said.
Her once dark freckles numbed with the pale foundation she was convinced she needed.
Her pale cheeks corrected with a bright pink toned blush that clung to her face.
The mirror sat in front of her. Taunting her eyes with an image she loved..
Her hair spray held it together making it stick to her head.
“Perfect” is what she said as she put down her brush.
For once she has found the image of perfection.
Ironically it was not her.
She wore a mask. And that’s a fact.
Her natural beauty abandoned for what she thought was perfection.

This cookie holds the truth about what everyone believes in
the culture that has been served to us on a silver platter
they mae it rich with chocolate chips
controlling the peoples opinions
our society is a baked cookie
it has us people wrapped around its finger
the thing is
some have figured this out
and well,
it has a secret...

a sotry of two strangers.

and for all that can
we turn our lips
up to the sky
wink at the sun
and smile at a small tune
as we listen to the sound of the story it tells

we bob our heads in return for a small whisper of music
a shy smile
turns into a shy kiss
we forget the wind
that once gripped our lips


but it is just simply lost in the sound of life
forever held in the memories of that whistle as we meet together
that sweet music we trust will always be there
so we forget for a moment
as our breath intertwines as we linger

this moment so sweet
that small tune turned into an orchestra
for only a moment of two lips holding hands
and then the strangers meet

their eyes held by each others stare
together they share that solid moment
with a small tune held in the universe
strung up by two lips
mixed together by two minds

this haunting melody will play
it will stay on repeat in their minds
unable to forget the beat
no regrets for there backs to carry though
carefree is how they work

it’s so sweet how one can forget so easily
they were labeled as strangers
but they knew each other
their tune held the connection
and forever they will never meet again

a sad story plays out at the end
they will hear it
everyday of the rest of their life
unwilling to let go
but it doesn’t bother them

They know their was an impact
That small tune floats
It floats away into the desperate sky
Greeting the concrete stars with laughter
Waiting for the moment to be captured

And we wait
Alone or together
As we watch these two people
Separate but together
Connected by this small tune
That lingers in the sky

And the world will forever sing
It will whistle the small tune
Heard of; by everyone
The story though; yet to be heard
But it needs to be told
And people need to listen

I’m hurt
But far the less
You don’t give a ****
So lets all throw are hands up in rage
And fight the power of selfishness
And learn to live with it
For I cannot escape your grip
You look me in the eyes
I’m hooked