Look around you.

Everything of this Earth is real, everything that surrounds you.
The knees of the trees feed the needs of the bees.
Don't exceed what you're given and bound to.
Every mouth that is open will close.
The world will rest and wake.
But the atoms within us
Go on unfinished.

Look at the Earth all around you.
Be in the world that surrounds you.

whatever is true comes out in the right light

with each stroke, the hand effortlessly relinquishes its color*

There are some small insects, that graze the land
in search of other kinds of insects,
to hunt,
and ****,
and lay their eggs inside of.

These insects are like myself,
as I hold each life in my own hands,
for the future of my kind.

Some apes cruise the treetops,
to fight their own, and eat them whole,
to howl with their best.

There are those who eat the dead,
swarming in the waters, to consume
what is already gone.

In this world, nothing survives
that does not take, exactly what it can get.

In this world, nothing does not have a purpose,
that does not really live.

I return from off the ground,
Hands bloodied and body aching,
Brain swaying left to right,
The opportunity has passed it's self up,
Further away into the distance,
"I'm okay"
Tears are asking me why,
The cause for comfort and security are...
"No really, I'm okay"
Pools of fear gather around my feet,
Rising above my waist quickly,
I lean back and float,
"This has happened to me before"
Rapid breaks of an unconvincing breath,
Expectations are never achieved,
So I send mine to the burners,
Humor me with your thoughts,
"Thanks, but I'll be fine"
Asking to be alone
Judged that we are in the wrong
But we never searched for the answers
Welcome the smell of flowers
"I gotta go... Bye"

Green I am not,
Nor red,
More a peachy pink,
Or a delicate blue,
In my feelings for you.
My eyes are not large,
When they look upon your lover,
Tho my heart turns over,
I am quick to smile,
You are happy.

It’s kind of funny,
Actually,
How I like you like puppies,
Though I’m not afraid of puppies,
I’m afraid I might hurt them,
And no matter how much I want one,
I can’t have one,
I can’t have you.
I want to snuggle an adorable ball of fur,
And stare into some precious eyes,
Like I want to be loved by you.
I want to learn how to feed,
And care for a puppy,
Know where it likes to be rubbed and scratched,
Memorize the sound it makes,
When it misses me,
Like how I want to know and care for you,
And be known by you,
The feeling isn’t deep,
It’s not creeping crawling,
Spike that’s drawing out,
My heart,
Just a bittersweet desire,
For a dependable love.

One more time

I closed my eyes to believe that what happened was real,
I wanted it to be real, I mean it physically happened,
It was a simple gesture, but it said so much,
Could it have been a mistake?
On who's part?
There is no blame, only hope,
For just one more time,
I would ask you a simple question,
Could we dance?

rain rain go away
cause the wifi needs to stay

in september i learnt
that the dead lives
among the living but not all
sees

when i was fifteen i once played
the ouija board
i said goodbye but
the spirit never left

my mother never understood my
incessant insomnia
she never saw the dreams
of strangers in my bed

she does not hear the voices
of people long gone
yearning to be heard
once more

it is said that in order
to live
you must first learn the
meaning of death

every night i made my bed out of
suicide notes and
broken bones and
overdosed cough mixtures

i once sat on the windowsill
a friend i once called a friend
helped me tight
while i cried

a love i cannot love told me
not to wake up and
regret
it would be too late by then

this is what i learnt in september
that some of us die in the
suffocation of the
overnight casket

and if i forget to come home
one night
i hope you read the signs clearly
this time

There are many ways to count to three,
Hundreds maybe thousands of ways,
Recall how many times you've counted,
Every time it started with uno, dos, tres,
Extraordinary number that 3