I am not this emotion
In the wide and deep ocean
I am not this emotion, at all

I am not this emotion
In the wide and deep ocean
I am not this emotion, at all

I am not this emotion
In the wide and deep ocean
I am not this emotion, at all, at all, at all...

A letter to a lover
A letter to a friend
A letter to a foe
From a past you want to mend.

The rust colored paper
With water stains the width of eyes.
The bright red lips
Marking passion inside
Or the solemn calligraphy
Of a recipient unaware.
This box of unsent letters
Filled with that which won't be seen.

Worries that won't be said aloud
And thoughts that lay dead.
Emotions that once moved a pen,
Now lay dormant with no end.

You got those thoughts off your chest,
And to send it?
Well, you tried your best.
Your fingers tremble with hope and regret.
One day you'll send it
But not quite yet.

Hold tight dear friend
To your letter with secrets.
You wrote down the words you Just couldn't get out,
Timeless, yet dated.

They're words that once mattered
Things that stirred so deep.
Just write them down and put them in the box
Under the letters unsent,
Unaddressed beneath the massive heap.

It's intelligence that's speaking,
But is logic responding
And has emotion been consulted?
But no, you;
You're all three.
Sure, surely; clearly,
That's why everything
Seems so confusing,
Right?

Can you hear me?
I come to you now,
birthed in the granite chaos
of your mind,
in the forgotten scars
of your heart.

In the reverie
of a definite
composure
you’ve come to hate me-
for disrupting your balance,
for denying you stability
in the reckless way you require.

Please.
I wish to be heard,
to be endowed with your graciousness.

I hurt. I am hurting.
You see that.
I make you feel that.
And you hate me for it.

I will not apologize.
I will hold onto you tightly.

Together,
we are nothing short
of juniper-blushed skies
in the July monsoon-
tenderly raging.

Please.
I need recognition
so I too
am not released
into the decay
of all things.

Beware the ides of March,
April shall weep with us,
And May might even;
Beware the hanging mist,
Avoid the creeping fog,
And move out from the shadows.

Stand before everybody,
Let them hear the truth of your love
And explain that, that love is of the people
Which are of knowledge.

The children of reason,
The kids of virtue;
The lineage of Logic & Wisdom,
Of Innocence & Emotion.

Be wary of the pats on the back,
But less of those open in their criticisms.

Watch the blade which does not reflect,
Whoever hesitant to display their genuine feelings.

Keep your family closest,
But merely watch their wandering affections.

Keep your friends closer,
For at a distance you seem as enemies.