The howl for freedom is  preserved

The glass bird can splinter at any moment
The thick leash is obliged by humanity
(Freedom is payed for but not owned.)

Empty. Unsatisfied. Scared. Self consciouss.
The light will manifest on a rich man's golden tooth, not in your heart
The pressure to be someone is killing you inside
The rusting mold tool is worn down
Publicity is the one to blame.

The freedom of our minds
Our soul
Our body
Our heart
Our thoughts

This mini universe inside of us.
Has been scrambled at birth.

We live in a touched world where few are touched
These freedoms are no longer thought of as your own
Self Love is crashing.
Self hatred is green.
What do we own if we don't own ourselves?

Say what you feel; open
Then everything will become free
Don't ever hold back

Sometimes, the storm lies within the mind or the heart.
Sometime the war is not on a physical but an emotional level.
Sometime life appears to be darker then it really is here.
Sometimes Hope exist, even when you don't see it here.
But no matter how hopeless or how dark life might appear.
Remember, sometimes we need to allow the waters to cleanse us.
By instead of waiting, we need to jump into the deep end.
Sometimes we need to grab ahold of the Hope which is our God.
Hanging onto him for dear life no matter how tough it might be.

I know it's only been a short time since the first moment I saw you but when I did, I knew
I have watched your mouth carve wisdom into trees, your beak burying its secrets into their wood
It is the most graceful destruction I have ever witnessed
There is music in your rhythm; you are a song I could play on repeat
No hummingbird can create what symphonies your unknown language does
If we spoke the same one I would tell you how much I want to love you
I do, like sand loves kisses from waves and how flowers grow every time the sun greets them
I didn't know how to tell you this
So I took the only opportunity I had available
I decided to risk it all for the chance to be yours
I have hopped from the highest branch on to your back and I am along for the ride, the ups and downs of romance, how it can take you to new heights once impossible to reach
You have given me wings I never thought I could have
While some have mistaken my attempts with bad intention, you are the only one who truly needs to understand
The only struggle here is the hoping that you will feel the same,
That you will see more than rodent in me
Maybe you could realize I am more than just digging holes and rascality
I would fly to the moon just to prove myself to you
Together we could be one for the books, crossing boundaries not yet written in history
I hope you don't take me as too forward
But I didn't want to risk not knowing if we could ever be
I took a leap of faith-
Thank you for catching me.

How ironic that I eat when I'm emotional
And part of the reason I'm emotional
Is because I eat

Dark notes of cinnamon,
and smoke
from your lip gloss
radiate off my tongue,
piercing the night.

I close my eyes
inhaling deeply,
to hold the specter of the scent
closer.

I yearn to breathe in your body,
but you had already
slipped through my grasp
fading like fog
softly into the moonlight.

The air tasted
as if
a star had fallen.
The moon, her
             gallant glow.
A tear
from a warrior,
spilled
against the black velvet.

Have you known the winter days?
Late February falls like frigid snow
Merciless undertow
Of evergreen and alpenglow
And grey ground pavement walking
Like Grocery shopping
and weak chai tea
Moonlengths from all family
And surrounded like strawbury temptation,
Late night lamp light contemplation
And drowsy-dampened mornings
Grey glaze of diluted boring
Spattered over every orifice
Charcoal eyes, platonic kiss.
Pull your bow to shoot and miss
Tell me all this is is what it is
And I will tell you, “okay”
(but you know this isn’t what I wanted)

Hide the roadsigns
Blur the guidelines
This is how I love you

Have you known the winter days?
Late February fell like fire on hell
And shook me from my sleep
Ashes cover snow-banked heaps of rubble
I slice my wrist on the sharpened stubble
Of your half-assed beard
(this is how I bleed my dear)
This is how I bear my soul
******* smile
And dominoes
Carnation cults
And buried bones
(This is how I build your throne)

Hide the gravestones
Burn the rainbows
This is how I love you.

And have you known the winter days?
Late February fallen like Lucifer to the underworld
We both knew I wasn’t altogether that typeof girl
But we pretended anyways
Alcoholic halo haze
And foreign intervention
Of somewhat insidious intention
And the legitimate logistical question
That defined our discourse on fear
(this is how I think my dear)
This is how I speak my mind
All that grey
Those missing roadsigns
Smoke and soot and
Blurry guidelines
And Gravestones gone
And rainbows ash
(and we are never coming back)

This.
This is how I love you.