they say the taste is something your born with
not something you can buy

but your parents bought yours

so what does that make you

searching for you
its hot in my room

**** you make me nervous
calling my name

say it louder
make me shout it

but we were young
and this world doesn't want to work for us anymore

i want to write about being in love
the feeling in my stomach is
disshelveling

hope he doesn't hear this
but hope that he leans in
close enough for me to see his dreams and

hope that im up in them

things are tough
but im gonna get through it

the money is tight
but im still gonna laugh

things are hard
but im still going to wish the best for everyone else

i know its hard
but we are going to make it

i love you,
its ok

surrounded by the broken egg shells
surrounded by spilled milk
the cottage cheese is clumpy as it runs down the freezer door

but im reaching anyway
because my failures surround me
but this noosa yogurt is top shelf

im working hard
but it seems like something is working harder
to keep me going and
to
keep
my
head
above this
water

thank you whoever you are

staying in one place can make you complacent
for greener days and brighter grass

but either way i mix up my words
and found that

an old place can be just as good as a new place
but there is nothing like the city

i realize now
i miss sitting in your car
i miss staying up all night
i miss laying in your arms
i miss hearing your voice
i miss the late nights
i miss the way you're there for me
i miss the way you understand me
i miss you

you're there and im here
but

i love you

there is the rush
there is the go
there is the red hand stopping you
but everyone keeps going

there is the very tall buildings
there is something at every corner
there is a completely new world
but does it compare to the one you had before?

are there endless possibilities or are there endless rejections?
i think there is room for both

because when you turn on that one song
the city is at your hands
and you can do
everything

no more doing things for free
power to the people

no more that isnt a job
power to the people

no more i only make art when im depressed
power to the people

no more hating on others work
power to the people

more coming together
power to the art  

more support to the artists of the universe
power to ME

maybe its just not the right boy?
maybe i don't even know him?
he just gives me a feeling of someone i used to know
someone i used to love

but he's someone different?

what does it take to be close to someone again

do ya'll just like poetry or do ya'll just like
words

do ya'll just like money or do ya'll just like
numbers

do ya'll think about your fate or do ya'll just  
exist

do ya'll want something from me or do ya'll just
hate

do ya'll really know me or do ya'll just
want to know me

one mantra
two deep breathes
three reminders  
four try agains
five gulps of water
six new pathways in your brain
seven is the lucky number
eight blessings
nine curses in return

ten picking yourself up again

boy better make up his mind
im not trying to wait up all night

text me back
did you forget that I got what you lack

is this new or am i bored
you remind me of what i had before

im not gonna waste any time

this one movie man
like i mean **** shes crazy

i love her and she loves me
every time i watch her i feel whole

is it weird to want to marry a movie

we pass tall buildings
and large oceans
we fly over mountains
and look down at the tiny people

we go through a bigger door than we ever have before
and find that it really isn't as scary as we thought

you're pretty like them eyes
but i see right through your lies

your lipstick your dispose
i cant let you hypnotize

please just be nice
i can't be your rise

you get me way too high
and i forgot what thats like

swimming pools i can surround you
like i never left you
let you come back
only cause i let you

swimming around in the lies
i can feel their eyes
no shame  
no shame

only one to blame

your ear against my chest
listening to every breathe
its never enough

why do you want every part of me
i know you're listening

when i whisper
i know you're listening

till i die
i know you're listening

because you can't get enough

and i let you

till it hurts less.
but it ends up hurting more.
it brings me right back to the late night.
it was that one night.
we ran on the golf course.
to run our course.
the alarm went off.
we ran to the car.
into the backseat.
we played the song.
we played it again.
my ears didnt hurt then
but they hurt now.

but can we just play it one more time?

trigger warning: listen to the old songs
trigger warning: imagine about his face
trigger warning: think about his breath on your lips

falter back and forth
and back again
the place you used to be isnt there anymore
and your forced to move on
to do better

its supposed to be better
but it still haunts me

i believe there always comes a time where we know its time
time to move on
to another part of life
to another city
to another person
to another book
to another song

to a new day
to a better day

**

look at me
look at you
in my zone but all alone
in love but not with the soul
unfamiliar love songs
sing to me and
ill be at your home
in your arms
these poems no good

just let me know
let me know
let me know and ill give you my soul

three times the charm
look at your phone

this is not a love poem, rather a PSA
these people take away from my mind, my ideas, my body, my thoughts, my wants, my loss, my no, my yes, my solitude, my night out, they take everything to benefit themselves

and pretend to like me; what a shame that this is

the life of a creative

people follow me to see what im up to
people comment to figure out how i do this and that
they dont care to get to know me
they just care to know how i do what i do

i think you know the answer yeah
ill say it loud and clear through the microphone


you can never be me

are you on here too?
why am i writing to you, for you?
was our love just really too much to handle?
if it was worth it please call me tonight, I promise I'll play my sound really bright.
i know it doesn't make sense but if it will ever, please know I am thinking of you ever.
Why tonight, why this love song?
i really can't make sense of it all.




i guess ill wait...for your call tonight.

I sit back and listen.
I am in the forest, sitting in the grass.
Surrounded by mountains, the sun kisses me.
The flowers bloom.

I open my eyes.
I am not where I thought, sitting in a room.
Waiting for myself to bloom.
Into what I was before.

Can I go back?
Just for a little bit?
I ask myself, if I really want to.
I realize that there are better things in store.

If I can just hold on for a little longer.

by sam smith
but from my heart
writing this on the floor
i hope my lover doesnt see

oh **** here he comes

hello my name is stressed and i am june
hello my name is too much to do and i am june
hello my name is whens that due? and i am june
hello my name is i cant get that done and i am june

but june is the happiest month?
well sometimes but not today

over
whelmed
stimulated
due

these itch at the top of my skin

feel
love
passion
light

these live at the bottom of my soul