I Remember the first time
I got butterflies merely
by a response

Your interest in me that second
that second
was the second
I was no longer lost

I felt on top of the world
in an instant
two years later
I was melting
away in it's core

But then I met her
and I was sure
by god
she's a
breathe of
fresh air

Your vibe is so bright
I'll go blind
but I don't mind
the glare
I still stare

My last love left my blood boiling
soul melting at it's core

but you brought
my drowning ego
ashore

for you I'm willing to
risk that feeling
once
more

Earth's approaching              population's

                                    ­                        8 billion

An era united by                                 artists

8 billion

Thoughts one has when                   broken

Becoming wise once seeing     soul's fixed

new color's shown       when we're in love

when we're inspired               it's beautiful

feelings of                                       being lost

burning those walls down

using it's fire to navigate the mind

to share art with them

they'll follow with        walls down as well

                                 that's how I define love

not just burning those walls

burying their very exsitance

building a city over the grave  

to create a change for         the mind state

the greater good                 of individuality

of society                                     and culture

courageously                       *Mikey The Poet

Inhale                                       close your eyes

Open your mind                                     exhale

Now it's time                                      to Set sail

To where wild things are

Just imagine ahh!                     Real monsters

Now do you see a beautifully unique creature?

Or did you cringe with grimance by sheer glimpse of each and every feature?

Actions speak louder than words that’s true,

but that hideous monster was you.

Your actions                                      seem nice

that monster reflected in your eyes, so i thought twice.

A raw soul                                             exposed

Pain flourishes because failure to even recognize

yourself

Pure and true                             divine and all

a mortal god

Not how you fantasized       un-glamourized

de-romantized

Flaws and scars from wall to ******* wall

Words are full of lies

Actions                                     a mere disquise

Don’t buy their decietful bribes

If you’re going to believe in anything

Believe in the vibes seeping from deep inside

Believe in their monsters cries

I Believe In what I see

I see monster’s hiding in every skin I meet

I Believe in the monster in

me

Just imagine real monsters

roaming free

I.Q's are at a parallel with expectations.

Exceptionally high at a parallel with section 8 incarcarations.

Beware of the dropouts, for they seek what lies beyond reach.

Beware because they seek wisdom far beyond what a college could teach.

Beware of the most hateful heart, for one day it'll become the most powerful love.

Beware of the addict to kick the habit to find art, as the most powerful drug.

Born from the white picket fence cementry, becoming the change always seeked in his dreams.

A Fire in his chest.

A burning soul, a phoenix that rebirths from the ashes of his words.

The Genius Of The Suburbs.

Roses are red, somewhat like my heart.

The sky is blue and the sun is gold or so I'm told.

Roses die and my heart skips beats when I think of you.

Please allow me to be so bold.

The sky is gold, and the sun is blue.

Your skin is warm with eyes that blind.

Baby I don't ever see night with you.

"Love" and "hate" are said to be the strongest words of feelings.

Oh these feelings, never imagined I would feel this again. I "love it", I "Love you".

Oh these feelings, never imagined I would feel this again. I "hate it", I "hate you".

These are said to be the strongest feelings, yet what comes prior truly envokes the most meaning.

Oh these feelings, never imagined I would feel this again. I ******* "love it", I ******* "love you".

Oh these feelings, never imagined I would feel this again. I ******* "hate it", I ******* "hate you".

******* speak to me, the word "*******" at the perfect ******* moment really ******* speaks to me.

"Love" and "hate" are said to be the strongest words of feeling.

But read this poem over again and tell me, where you can truly feel the words of my feelings.

Dear Life,

Funny is it not?

We loved eachother, just never at the same time.

Lately it's been lingering constantly on my mind, yet I still continue to walts around like I'm fine.

I Took you for granted,

so understanding I am as to why you can no longer stand it.

But "Life's a game right?"  I guess I just-

I just grew tired of the ******* hands from you I was handed.

Tired of standing alone in sorrow, of drowning in feelings.

That eight year rain shower killed me, but could've given you a sibling on a drier planet.

Like mars, life you could've had a brother on mars.

But instead you chose me,

A guy that feels way to ******* much, way to ******* deep.

So Why me?

Why should I  sleep?

So I can dream of a girl I know, who's exactly like me but doesn't like me?

Why, see? It's only been a week so why do I feel confident she's the one I need?

Why do I cry and feel hopeless seeing scripted love on a screen?

Why do I relate more, feel closer to fictional characters than the ones next to me?

Dear life,

I wrote you the key to my mind without thinking twice.

I don't ask for your sympathy, but a key for simplicity will suffice.