you bought two coffees
instead of one,
your hands trembled
when you walked
and your clumsy ***
lost a shoe,
and the worst part is,
you didn't turn around
to see if i was there,
you didn't wonder
where your shoe was.
but i have one last memory
of you.
you bought two coffees
instead of one,
your hands trembled
as you walked,
and knowing your clumsy ***,
you'd step in the spilt coffee
and stain your socks.
luckily you have somebody
there to clean them for you.
she's getting a coffee for it,
after all.

I loved her once, right?
She was my sun, my universe in a constant state of rebirth
Marvelously violent was my passion, and her love a serene light
Perfect we were once
But I now question its worth
Her love for me grows with each day,
And my own for her becomes ever shrouded in darkness
Slipping slowly, quietly away
Into an abyss from where nothing returns
I grieve
Because one day nothing will be left of her heart, nothing but a beautiful mess
And I don't know how to stop myself from snuffing out her light

She’s a free girl

She’s a new girl everyday

Not a single thought holds her back

Nothing taunts her not even what is wrong

Because what is imperfect is so perfectly whole

Because the universe in its entirety is so incredibly correct, it is everything that is true

She lilts effortlessly through the sempiternal world she has created for herself.  Pressing her feet into the soft earth, her head is clear as glass, she lives in the abiding acceptance that as the universe is a harmonious force which does not include good nor evil, so is her ephemeral state of being.

Her name is melody and song, and beauty and nature, and art and expression.  Her name rings and loves endlessly, vividly, like a perfect asymmetry.

Her light shines magically, sensually.  She booms like fireworks, and is delicate like lilies.  She teases and twirls, is hard to find yet ever present.  Long lasting yet evanescent.

Not a soul knows of her, yet her glory shines brighter.  Free from judgement, scorn, and praise.  She’s not alive yet has lived everyday

When her form dies, she will not, for her energy lasts eternally, and gloriously.

What is life?
Why do we live?
I'll give you the answer
But I give you a warning
It may be depressing
It may be sad
But hey
You asked
First, You're born
Next, you go to school
Then, you go to work
And follow
Society's rule
Lastly, Death comes knocking
At your door
He takes your soul
And leaves your body
Lying on the floor
It may be depressing
It may be sad
But hey
You asked
I gave you an answer
So go
Run along
And meet life's standards

performing autopsies on our old conversations
dissecting every angle and standpoint
checking every pulse-point and spark of life in the words you once said to me
and while i know them to be poison laced, nothing seems amiss

You took me on a date,
a real date.
Not hanging out at the others' house,
you took me to see a movie.
We ate subway afterwards,
I remember how to told me i was so shy,
because my voice rattled as soon as i realized i had to speak.
But you didn't care,
you smiled and continued walking.
Where you and i sat,
and ate.
We walked around a Hobby Lobby,
pointing out all of the things that we took interest in.

And then we put rainbow feather boas around our necks and kissed.

The past few days i keep thinking to myself how damaged you are,
but i remember how strong you are.
honestly dear, i could never be drawn to someone as much as i am drawn to you.

I... how do I start this?

Okay, I'll just, just get straight in...

I think of nameless things,
Weightless thoughts with withering strings,
Faithful thoughts of my distressed links,
Boneless thoughts now surfacing,
Stressful 9, and He stopped winking,
No two's and no signs and I'm singing,
So here's now what I'm invested in:

I like to sing, I like to write, there's a Sılver ın my mınd,
I also like to talk in rhymes, and keep the meaning behind.
No, I don't talk like this real life.

Just a little sometimes :}

Not so socially smart and strong,
That's why I like to stay between my walls,
It's a lot easier.. being you between ya walls, ya know?

I love to know, but am I capable at all anymore?
Lately I've gotten a little time-out,
And I thought it was a nice life treat (becuase, wow, obviously I've always been a lucky me.)
But now I lost my inner light, n my speed's somewhere at school & sixteen,

And I...hate all these I's... I use too much of those, don't I? sigh

So, well, here's my why: I enjoy writing because inside I'm.. just...

Well.
T.Swifting on my surroundings,
And 'my feelings, all my findings,
Schizophrenic analysis,
Drama addict's falls and lightnings,
A hundred more words off a Draddict,
But they'll fall out where the light's in,
And I struggle to finish my writings,
A quick toggle in the dark, a little change in heart,
This great flow of my voice... sometimes. I have to confess of my heart for the dark.
How did I get to write this section?
And since when do I blend songs & introductions?

My winter infection?

A little more than I should, I'm enjoying this dive down deep to the darkest dark. A little more than a little more than I should.

Always Better


Who am I?
I've often wondered
While I lay in bed and hope for slumber
Persistent questions
Always pester
Who am I?
I must remember
I've lost myself
But am I better?
I've done so much
I've grown so old
In word and thought
In mind and soul
This world has changed me
Made me think
Use my mind
To stay on my feet
Never give up
But always remember
If life gets you down, things will always get better.