How odd is the feeling
Happy yet Sad
Something bringing your
Smile down
Yet
Immediately after your
Cheeks are hurting
From making my
Mouth a hammock

Such an weird sensation,
To have such glee,
And great sorrow,
Both at once.
Not even competing but,
In a tandem,
Doubling up on you.
Get the switch as if
You blink your eyes and now
You are filled by the opposite
Feeling.

Torture, it is!
Filling your mind,
With false fantasies
To justify this mental melting,
But what's the goal,
Of these manic magicians,
Opposites with simplistic similarity.

How so?
Well, they can easily
Mesh together,
And leave your mental
Sapped!

Wait,
Let me relax,
Don't let them mix like that,
But otherwise let them just drift...

Happy yet Sad
Sad yet Happy

You are the honey hidden in the comb;
And the fuzzy bee butts that buzz close by your ears.

You are the smell of honeysuckles;
And the candied memory of the aftertaste of its juices.

You are cheerful piano melodies, of chords that bop and swing;
And the pep when the pianist catches the rhythm.

You are all that is golden in the world.
Both soft and hidden;
And bold and salient.

We went out to play in a beautiful field
on a lovely Sunday morning.
The grass was magnificently green
and taller than us,
but we did not let any fear
about what might be at the bottom
slip into our minds.

I completely focused my attention on you
and the spontaneous atmosphere around us.
And you focused all your attention on me
and held my hand tight
as we ran like little children,
singing and laughing.

I placed some flowers in your hair,
and you made me a crown of daisies and lilies.
We took off our shoes
and let our feet caress the mud.

"Come this way," you said softly,
"I want to introduce you to the Elves and the fairies."
And I followed you deep into the forest.

Colourful birds stood on large tree branches,
watching us and chirping melodic sounds.
Right in the midst were tiny Fairy odd towns.
We smiled and told them how much we loved them.

Then the rain began falling,
and we danced without caring about being soaked.
You placed your lips on mine
until time eventually stopped.
It felt like someone took out the batteries
in all the clocks.

Like we walked on a rainbow bridge
that gave us access to no longer be lost in space,
floating on a spherical rock.

When the Sun rises,
When the birds come out.
When the stars fade,
When a sunny day comes.
When I wake up,
The first thing I want
Is a message from you.
When you reply you make me smile.
I am so glad I met someone so special,
Thats you.

Your smile lights up a room.
When you laugh,
I feel I’ve been cured of all my wounds.

You make me feel protected.
You make me feel loved.

I wish I could tell you,
How much you mean to me.
When I try to write about my feelings,
They simply escape me.

i don't want you to feel successful, i want you to feel like a success
so that if anything goes wrong you don't think of yourself any less

when the nights are longer and darker and the prizes become few
i don't need you to win first place, i just want what's best for you

so if one day you come home and tell me that everything is just too much
that the assignments are unending,
that the trauma just exacerbates such

a feeling of discontentment
a validation that goes awry
if you look at yourself in the mirror and can't help but start to cry

i'll shatter every reflection and then redraw them so you can see
this is what you look like, you're everything to me

first place, the winner, the poet, the CEO
you are who i refer to when i think of where i want my life to go

i don't need a million dollars
i need you to be okay, to keep speaking and writing
i wanna hear everything you have to say

so if one night you come back to me and say nothing went right
i would put your face in mine and say
you're still the prettiest sight

if the theatres were all empty, and the books were never sold
if the restaurants went bankrupt, if all the meals sat there cold

if nobody saw the vision, just judged the draft to be
if everyone hated your work
you'd still have one fan - me

i don't want you to be successful
i want you to be happy with who you are and then realize
you're a million times better than the version you thought was too far

so that when lake starts to mirror and the sun can't help but kiss your shine
i'll tell you the definition of perfection
and then show how you're the picture that i use for mine

and underneath it says 'successful. a brilliant person to know. we can't wait to see all the places they will go. and all the careers they will pursue that they believe the were never good enough for.'

i don't want you to be successful
because that implies you weren't successful before

you're gonna be outstanding, but if 'out' stood in front of you
it would take a seat
because it knows that there's no comparison to

if beautiful fell apart, it would be full of you
i'm repeating it over and over until you memorize it too
that you're gonna be successful

but if success never came, i would draw you to represent it
i would still draw you all the same