With words to describe my jenny
There's not many
Not enough to explain the feeling she makes
As we wake
Just ourselves into this new dreamality we have created for us
And others we soon will love and trust
In my letters to jenny
I write with what I can
With the words that are closest
Because forever isn't enough
When you're the one I love

Good morning love
May the sleep that we share
Fill a field of a thousand flowers
Sunflower sunsets painted as we take and digest
The beauty that is within everything
Even the destuctive and disheveled
Because darling
Broken hearts cannot halt us from achieving our dreams
I mean
I love just you and me

For you my love
I will break bones just to see
Climb Stones just to be
To listen to your voice is like a wave on the seas
Undulating with emotion
Translating with the ocean
You flow with me as I do with you
Now that I have you
Dreams are a thing that can be true

i wonder which road taken is the road that should be taken
that should be treed by me and my friends
for years we wait till forever
to wash our hands into the river of misfortune
unfortunately for me and you
we are all the same
for lack of a better word
we are all human
why don't we start acting like it
intelligence isn't just a state of mind
you have it just like me
and that homeless guy living on the street
don't let your fear hinder what road you treed
choose by what gets you blood pumping
boiling
running through your veins
as if flowing is the only thing left to do
to be free and wild
to be a spirit
an energy
a warm light
be all of those things
while following your dream
trust me
it's worth it
and if it's not for you
then don't let your misfortune be another persons torture

Shed from the earth,
Searching for a greater dividing factor of 
Soliloquies between diligent rapture
Understood, expectations, relinquish, your citations
Benevolent destruction, and omniscient revelations 
Calamity, onto infamy, delegated, by a single floating leaf
Entropy without linear symmetry, involves, nothing but bigotry 
For go selective, simplicity, underestimating the unknown, killing spree
Damnation, to call upon humanity, sad to say, to end is such a way

I love you more and more
As you pour and pour 
With tiny tap shoes I like to listen
I hope for you when you are gone
I miss you when I am lonely
I can’t go on without your voice while its storming
There is something about the way you talk to me like I matter
Not just to flatter me
Say you love me when I say it first
I wish you would never leave
If forever were as real as the love that we share
September will not be as long and I would no longer care
I hear you have to go even though it has only been a few
Just don't waste time returning to me soon

I held too firm to the ones that loved just a piece of me, 
Never all of me. 
At least not all at once

Linking my feelings to the ones that aren’t so dear to me, 
Just for the chance to feel something real and breathe
Just once.

I never understood why sitting alone felt so lonely
In a crowd of people that seemed to know me
I Just listen

6 month, 7  days, 2 hours, and 8 minutes
I have dinner ready, 
As I sit at this table for one, lunging at my food, as if it were almost gone
Its getting worse

Seeing faces is more difficult than ever, 
Just severed lines between now and forever
Its colder than I remember

Twice a week, Id speak, 
Clear my throat, 
Take a pill, 
Fall asleep
And Dream for weeks

In my bedroom, 
I held too firm 
The rope tied to the ledge next to my bed 
Seconds later before my death
I feel warm again

Pre disposed dispositions
Lying scared beneath revisions
Frantic follows death and sorrow
Living free is a dream we borrow

All these people with there painted faces
Relaying images of there favorite places
Completely disillusioned by the fact that were all still alive
Though we strive for a greater goal it seems to be fruitless to the thought of growing old 
Together we will stand
We fight for our freedom, divided by the cost of ones wallet
Call it what you may, but if you were like me, you would sit and pray for one day everything will change
I know it may be thought of as strange
Just don’t turn the page before you've read it first
I know your thirsty my friend
But the end depends on you and what time you decide to spend

Even when she speaks, she's weak, 
Faded from the lack of sleep, 
Crowded by the loneliness of space
Wasted with unwritten ink in her back pocket sinking
Just echoes in her mind
Spinning in circles defined by the past we live
Forgetting the distance of right and wrong 
Before your kindness was wealthy
And your drug abuse was healthy
Replaced by your ways of killing
Swinging on your porch 
Still smiling
Whats there to do when you stop crying