The way you make me feel.
The way you make your love seem so real.
The way you make all my wounds heal.
You make my worries turn on their heels.
Being around you is always a thrill.
always bringing my heart to a standstill.
Sending sparks all over my body, like you were an eel.
All the layers of my defenses, you peel.
Through all my issues, you stuck with me. Still.
Thought you were phony, was waiting for the big reveal.
But you kept on and kept on, until/till.
All my doubts in you were nil.
Upon everything don’t you forget to laugh and have good times.
I'm sick of perfection.
being the perfect girl,
the perfect lover,
hiding my flaws,
competing to be the best to get accepted.
***** a perfect future.
cause an imperfect future with you,
is what fuels my heart and fills me with life.
all the silliness and love that will be present,
in our not so perfect apartment,
where we sometimes have not so perfect moments,
where my imperfections you don't judge rather you admire them.
cause in this not so perfect love story,
all the imperfections with you
is my version of perfect.
there is more to life than a perfect life. your soul and heart will never happy until you find the right person to spend your life with, where an imperfect life becomes a perfect life to you where hiding is another day you're excited about.
We all need acknowledgement
We need air and food and sleep and
a sign that we are on someone's mind
You must fake care
We all must
Because a functioning relationship and a
a very low ******* tolerance cannot
I have the neediest of needs
But your head could not be farther
up your own ******* and you can't see
I'd like them met by you
Where are you
my one perfect muse
the shape of contours
conjured in dreams
held since bud was formed
Where do you rest
like me for that
Are you even
embraced in capsule
located in One
Or are you diverse
scattered like seed on
beyond my reach
as I wonder
Is it pointless to conceive
of your fullness
knowing deep down
you exist only in
poetry of disenchanted idealists
Newly formed realists
whose life work
Or will I glimpse you
in passing crowd
sharply cut out
from all the rest?
(If not 'muse' then boss, friend, partner... )
i am gloriously indulgent
when left to my own devices
lashings of stylish fulfillment
in a mix of virtues and vices
i have my sense of order
though i am craven to desire
drunk with a sense of beauty
to torch blandness with fire
poor dear mediocrity
your time is not with me
you are my sworn enemy
find others for company
i burn for what is art
and those, who do it for love
they are my choice of company
together, we'll rise above
This is just how I feel.
Somewhere in the forest
There is a paradise
Hidden in a circus tent
Blocked by a bramble thicket
There are ways we want to live
And ways we must live
But a spectrum is discovered
When the way we must live
Diminishes the way we want to live
And the way we want to live
Dictates the way we must live
We eat and then ****
Life tastes adequate when we're dining
So we keep feeding
Our appetite becomes insatiable
We devour what opportunity grants us
Ignoring the rumbling in our stomachs
Until we must face the unpleasantness of our waste
Even when we're wise enough to know the effects of eating
We continue eating
Learning minor methods of mitigating damage to digestion
It becomes hard to swallow
That this is all it takes to be human
As humanity's power becomes planetary
Meals turn to feasts
And **** piles up
As the rancid fumes plague us with mental monsters
We yearn for a simpler time
When rations were the size of a sunflower seed
And excrement exited as ethereal gas
An age that never existed
The way I wanted to live became the way I had to live
But now that I'm living the way I have to
I can't tell the difference between what I want and what I need
I guess that could be a good thing
Because the space between what I want and what I got
Is where fulfillment is found
Is life a journey
Almost there, but always
Just a little far
In the near horizon
Is life a song?
Music with highs and lows
We dance fast or slow
With a smile or tears
But dance, nevertheless
Each moment is
What it is – a destination
Complete and fulfilled
Like each note of music
And each step of dance
Tell me beloved friend
What do you think of life?
A journey or a dance?
When you were just a little person what did you want to be ?
We’re you motivated to strive for what you see?
Doctor Lawyer Business owner or Actor ; take your pick
But as you gotten older you realize it’s not that easy to get
Ambitious you are you’ll do what it takes
You close your eyes and Dream cause you’ll be there one day