Everyday is a day to inspire
To light a flame so my words be the fire
igniting the wick deep within your soul
I could hold all of this in
but it'd feel like the worse sin
Having a spirit of self expression, how could I ever hold onto all this gold?
No one can put money on this, and what Yah bless no man curse
as long as my thoughts are high and these feet are planted upon the soil of mother's green earth
Hitting you with electrical nouns and verbs
Creating a chain reaction
Praying you receive these words, meditate on 'em and keep on passing
Spreading your fire to those in need
For I don't just write but breathe poetry
From today until the day I die
I'll be writing to your heart because I'm
forever on a poetic high

Months after months calling your name,
I got no reply I'm stuck in the rain,
You're moving on growing in fame,
I don't know how much longer I can keep sane.

I'm climbing this hill getting over you,
Meeting new people seeing new things,
Footsteps rushing behind someone's breaking through,
Not looking back taking down my kings.

Crawling back I hear you yelling,
I've been through this too many times,
I have stopped dwelling,
I'm done with all your crimes.

I've met someone new,
My hand in hers and everything is calm,
Even though I still have your tattoo,
I'm no longer a ticking time bomb.

Wishy Washy.

Tumbling,

Between high and low,

Hot and cold.

Am I delicate like the load of whites? do I need to refresh my color with a strong drink- bleach?

Or am I tough and resistant like denim? toss me in for an hour, shove soap down my throat, and I'll come out like new?

Maybe I'm a mixed load, balancing between the two; teeter-tottering from feeling to feeling.

No.

I am not high.

I just dream out loud!!

The first time I saw you it was in math class.
I didn't notice anything about you at first I just memorized the back of how your head was.
After all, I had an hour to ****.
The second time I saw you were in English class.
You sat next to me but not by choice.
But I was happy about it.
It took me about four to five weeks to talk to you,
and I wasn't even the one to speak first.
You introduced yourself and then we worked together on an assignment.
It's been two weeks and I haven't said another word and I probably won't out of random.
My anxiety swallows me whole
and I'm sorry I can't even say hello.
But I have had time to notice you.
And let me just say
I'm in love with your taste in music
I'm in love with the way you hold your books
thinking that if you change the sound of your voice when the diagonal changes,
or if you struggle reading words you've never seen before and sit there for a few seconds trying to piece together what they mean.
I love how you can play the mandolin, you should show me sometime.
As I think about these things I also pick up how you would never even think of me.
I mean really,
you probably want some girl that's outgoing and can strum a guitar solo at midnight with you.
You probably want someone with long hair you can intertwine your fingers in,
or someone you can spend an afternoon together after church with.
I can't move mountains
and I can't even speak without looking like a fool,
but even if nothing will ever happen
It would be just as quite exciting being friends with you.
We could trade books and make each other mixtapes.
It hasn't even been a month yet and I'm already writing mediocre poetry about you.
I'm sorry about that by the way.
I'm not asking for a relationship but a friendship with someone like you would feel just the same.

How is it that
my most popular poem
with 970 reads,
twice as many as
the next in that list
has not one comment
nor like nor dislike....?

While runner up
brings nothing but accolades
and praise
from some pretty
**** good poets,
is the fountain of
most of my followers
and trended 10 of 10 days.

Is it the title?  
Did they just read one line.  
Let me post the painting
that it goes with
then they all would love it....maybe even say sublime.

Its all good I don't mind...I call it market research....though skewed, I can use the results to understand reader's minds.

I have been lost in a cloud once
                Twice
In my life
When you’re seduced by a cloud, you really have no idea where you’re going
One moment you’re westbound to California
Then the next thing you know, you’re upside down flying over one of those jihadist countries
Delayed ejection
It’s funny how something so soft and subtle can be so dangerous for a man’s wellbeing
Not “ha ha” funny, of course
I lost a lot of sleep over that *****