It feels more times than not
My character is misconceived
Wherein my affinity for emotion is
Either ill received, or begs condescension
Such vindictive decrees for
Souls just as flawed as me
The difference is
Mine are the only flaws that I can see.

Void of emotion?
I prefer to think that I can
Differentiate between
A fleeting feel
And what is real -
What of the lack of social devotion?
I am only at my best
Around those who create from the heart
I discard the rest, because
I am the company I keep,
And I've kept from the start.

Over the top flattery?
I beg to differ.
You mistake the way I speak and the things I do
For my romantic battery
The thought of which makes me quiver -
It says a little something about you, too.
You fail to see
That I can so naturally
Draw emotion from the smallest of things
Do you think it is through arrogance that I sing?
A highly internalized being, who only creates things
To feed an insatiable egotistical craving?
Clearly the life that you lead
Is just lacking fantasy, or a sense of meaning...

I have met people who are metaphorical gateways,
No, actual ley lines of human creativity.
I wonder if their work would
Make you question your brand
Of Humanity.

The constant
crash breaking
through the salty
air, speaks to me
in a different
language.
Telling secrets
I swear to keep,
and whispering
perfect promises.
-JRM

The breeze runs over me.
Almost setting me free.
Free from the ups and downs.
Moods high only to hit the ground.
The constant change.
My mind always being rearranged.
Walking down the halls rwmaining close to walls.
Wanting to escape the crowded.
I feel safe when no one is around.
Feel stable on the ground.
I don't wisper under my breath.
Don't let the anxiety control my movements.
I pretend to listen to music even when my phones dead.
It's only because I don't want to talk to people.
Actually deep down I want someone.
Someone who will stick around.
Not just push me down.
Not make me feel worthless.
Not make me emotionless.
Thad why I like the breeze.
I finally feel free.

The stormy shore does blow
With all its wind and might
Then waves will crash
On rocks and splash
All throughout the night

***

Frothy waves tremble uneasily,
Seasick on the rolling tide
Shaken waters, choppy waves
Stormy seas on oceans wide

***

The troubled sea rolls in to shore
To bash along the rocky floor
And brushes quaint, the fishing boats
All of which no longer floats

***

The waves beneath my feet
My feet upon the pier
Day grows short, the end draws near
And dance along the rocky shore
For ever and forever more

***

Sea birds fly like kites
Soaring through the gusty winds
Sprayed by sea, they dance
In stormy revelry,
their wingéd fins of feathers
hoist them higher than the sails
Of ships, or spray of whales

I tried to make the best pudding I could
     out of the crumbs of time you give me.

It tasted like half-baked smiles and salty tears.

"Slay the beast! Salty, sassy and saucy."

-Lindsay the only person who slays better than me

Sweet as honey.
Salty as the sea.
Pure like nature.
The love you
feel for me.
One last kiss.
Before night turns
into morning bliss.