your vase is not too much for the teacup in their hand.

If the world won't make space for you,
You've just gotta carve it yourself.

After all, if no one built themselves a house,
None of us would have a roof over our heads.

you struck a match and left me putting out the fire alone.
as always, dreams turn to dust, and i'm the one to bite the lust.
maybe one day, i'll get used to it.  
is it something i should get used to?

The difference between the 'Big Men,'
And I is I'm willing to be comedic relief,
Because I know we really need it.

I'll pen a hundred poems,
But it doesn't matter,
If you don't read 'em.

You're my best critique,
I need you in and around my art,
Please keep reading?

With a blown-out candle
that started our doubts,
I've been drinking in
the white, the immaculacy
of a streak of hope.

I've been drunk on
whatever comes next,
with the future in chains,
with the past
put to its blame.

I've been leaving sand
for time to be told,
for faces to be revealed
in sudden recognition.
For I want to see
who I've kept it from.

I want them to be
circling in better thoughts.

I write despairingly,
My dismantled body staring at me,
Boy I should've read the instructions,
Before assembling this shed.

Pick up the move and room it,
No I think I'd rather zoom it,
Here he goes again,
Over thinking brain cells shrinking,
Till he can't s ell ca se  e's mis ing the le  ers.
I'll store 'em down here so they don't get lost,
puh stt puh stt puh stt
Sounds like a drum!

I try to describe the way she moves,
Though I fail to write a proper example.
So I move to painting,

Yet I just can't capture all her stunning stride,
In acrylics and canvas.

So I'll try to see if I can ever write it out again.