Special is special when you realize that you have a second dream about your crush that you never got to actually crush like a tin can of love floating out of a different realm and comes from a different
Background in my mind where I find you
And your short skirts, the feelings they exert from my brain and it **** hurts
like a cactus,
Your smile spins on the axis just right,
I'm probably not your type in real life,
But in reality there ain't really types but
humans in real-life,
I wanna show you that and i know you
Don't like the lame boys,
No concerns for *** toys,
You want you a real man to be his
Little pride and joy,
The feelings I made for you is something
I can't avoid,
Wish we could get lost carry all of this

Without void.

The start is empty and dark, a realm of shadows consumes your mind, your soul and your fragile eyes with no hope for light to unfold
Try leaving the rest, or better,leave it all up to your imagination,
So you may not get lost in this loitering darkness which everlasts!
As you progress it becomes clearer, the picture begins to form alike pieces of an distorted puzzle with discord in between each of them.
When you close the door and enter once more however you will never know what you find, the image truly has corrupted itself,
This place is a secret which holds no meaning; Absolutely Undefined
A shadow can change its shape, reconstruct itself and resize too,
What you get may be what you see, though is it really what you get if you aren't able to trust your eyes through this ominous tenebrosity
A labyrinth, unhinged, seemingly endless cast away in illusion awaits those who make it through without being blinded by their eyes,
But why make progress, I will send you back to the start, empty and dark so that the joy of exploring this world of change never ends.
All or nothing, what is the goal, in this undefined loitering darkness.

~ Umi

a complement of three legs
kept the realm in a wobbly
modality
to have had a fourth one
would give an upright
totality

as this important limb
was missing in a forgotten
land
the locale disintegrated  
like a pan of moving
sand

the domain being beset by
ills too many to
mention
hence the citizens cried out
for another pole's
attention

a trio of pegs weren't
stable nor
strong
they did violently
shake minus the quads firm
prong

sometime in the future
the whole thing might just
brace
if a solid pin is attached
onto the
place

Something we should
all figure out
it's the concept and perplexion of
successfulness--

the conquest
for hopefulness
and fulfillment.

Ideally you'll be
a blazing rush of energy
that spontaneously
brings light into
the void-less world.

But truly
you'll be a blithering
formality of linguistics--

a fundamental
inconsequence
of ample indignity;
cemented  by
a platitude of
adulterated gusto.

Simple joys
fun ideas
imagination
are all you
ever really needed.
(to find success)

The winds, the winds
How busy they were
Rushing through the port
Dancing with yachts everywhere

Excited for the journey
Did my sail stretch its way
“Ahoy, good people”
I’ll be gone today

Dear maps, dear compass
Which direction shall I sail?
Too many places I’ve lived
I wish I could find a destined trail

The place I belong
Where might it be?
Unsure to decide
The nation staying with me

Sailing the oceans
Helped me carry on
Living my life
On no-man’s-land I was drawn

Searching and searching
Bound to find
The frustration and anger
Forcing life behind

A voice within
Oh sailor let it be
Wherever you go
You’ll be merry

For only you
Will master your speech
Alone your beliefs
Being the anthem you’ll preach

The pulsing city
Your mind will be
The body will define
Your vast country

The charm of a sailor
Your culture will respect
Along the hoisted flag
With the nature you project

The high ruling judge
You are in your court
Living history reads
The knowledge you support

For the way you are
So is your realm
A world where you rule
And you’ll feel at home

So carry me waters
Where it pleases the winds
For at home I am
And a new journey begins

how mesmerizing you are
not that i would know for sure
but if i knew you i would hold you so dear

With locks the color of a raven she kneels,
To place before me a life lost.

For this is my realm
where I hold true,
to the life devoid of light.

And she is but one of many,
a servant like the rest.
Now she kneels where few have knelt before.

She lifts her head to meet my gaze,
and though it was in defiance, I cannot help but falter.

The loss in her eyes is that of the others,
yet into my soul her gaze has burrowed.

One has long since been lost to reside in this place,
some more so than others.

And though I know her name not,
nor her story have I heard,

I cannot look away as a single tear falls
and lands upon the life lost,

To land upon that Ebony Rose.

i realized that i have the power to take the things that oppose and depress me and banish them after i force them into a physical object into the astral realm.
that being said.

I'm gonna roll up your words real tight and I'm gonna smoke them until I'm high- enough so that I forget what you even said in the first place.

And the smoke will enter my lungs and try to choke me but i don't mind being choked-
and i'll blow out your words real slow until they dissipate.
they'll disappear into the air and though i'll be slowed by a cancerous death, I will have controlled it myself.

in other words,
"*******"

Pull the trigger
  of ***** target
victimized by displays
  of fading fantasy
again, into other realms
of countering thought
what could be, what isn't
   the voice echoes,
here we go, another loss
    a new finding
           of life's
     endless surprises