I am naïve aren't I?
How could I possibly believe
That you could ever look beyond yourself
To just once
Consider maybe,
Just maybe,
That Everything is not about ye.

everything is made of matter.
I get that, I really do.
Sixth grade science taught me that.
But what I don’t get is how
nothing really matters?

I'm almost sure that this is
A hit and miss
But we'll go for it anyway
Something to consume
Summer days
And produce heartaches.
But I'd rather be a fool
And find lo and behold
Find fool's gold,
Than walk past
And miss out
On my diamond mine
Of love that is in mind.

I'm almost sure,
But not completely certain
So let's act it out
Let's raise the curtain.

I am not amused
Or even remotely enthused.
It's truly sad to see how much
our friendship you've abused.

Do you ever realize that
This universe
Can be likened to blood?

Do you ever just sit down and realize,
That the stars in the skies
Are platelets rushing to form a clot
Around an ever expanding cut
Constantly pouring out blood?

The composition of the blood
Diffuses
And becomes that rich oxygenated red
That becomes dilutes with the air
Of our atmosphere
And the ruby red sunlight becomes
Lovely, lovely orange and yellow,
The kind that get you all mellow.

It also splits into the
Cold color of deoxygenated blood
Yes blue.
We watch it ooze
Slowly
Putting the vast expanse of the heavens
On display
After the day
Is done.

Then there is the plasma
Which scientists say is the
Fourth state of matter
But what does that even matter?

Do you ever realize that
This universe
Can be likened to blood?
Produced from an
Ever expanding wound
Like that of Christ whom
Was bruised for our sins.

Do you ever realize that
The universe that surrounds us
Could be
The blood of Christ
There to erase our sins?
That the more we do wrong,
The more blood he bleeds
Thus the more we see
The universe increase?

Do you ever realize that
The universe is constantly expanding
And will never stop?
I mean doesn’t that thought
Ever pop
Into your mind?

I am captured by,
Society.
I am coerced into making
A change.
Forced into acting normal.
Forced into changing my personality,
Just to fit in.

I want to be different
But I am captured,
By this fast paced world,
Where being different,
Means being an outcast.

I will fight my captors,
Defeat the norm,
Play a different tune.
Become someone not changed by
Society.
Become not captured.

poetry is blood
not words
poetry is heartbeats
sighs
sunlight in your eyes
poetry is life
it is not english class