As I wander through life I'll stop to daydream that instead of people that surround me they're dandelions and I'm standing tall above them and walking through the field in which they're planted, but as I'm walking I see something bright in the distance floating in the wind as if it were dancing, floating higher than my arms can reach... I start to run towards it and that's when I see... Its a purple daisy, So bright and free, as It dances in the wind I attempt to cut in, but It needs no help no partner to dance with... I want to catch it and keep it, to show the world that there's beauty out there...  but... its gone just as fast as It came, floating with the wind that carried it my way.

I see your heart melting with every word you write.
It wasn't intended, but it's hard to fight.
You'll think of me when you lay down your head.
You'll tell yourself "no" and think of chores instead.
I'll sneak back in, into your mind, into your heart.
Fantasize, realize, be mesmerized at the note that lies before your eyes.

As my fingers trace the keyboard,
searching,
Lurking for that perfect word.
It dawns on me,
I need not search nor ponder the words you desire.
It was carelessness in those words,
my true self that made its way to your eyes.
And put myself in a view that needed no disguise.
You wonder who I truly am,
if the words you read are placed gently upon your screen.
But what you read is what you get,
and I know I'll never regret.
For I am me, in all my self proclaimed glory.
And love myself, no need to make up a story.
So accept me as I am,
And you too will never regret,
The friend you have made,
And times you won't forget.

As the sky does its thing and pours down upon me;
I feel it wash away the pain, with hope of light to see.
The clouds will soon break and the sun will soon shine;
With just enough time to feed my new life.
Like a seed within the ground, I lie and wait for that chance;
To put down some roots and speak of only one I romance.
Like a flower I'll rise, to breathe this new life;
When you look upon the new me, you too shall see.
The laughter you'll hear,
With whom I hold dear;
The smiles you'll see,
and how grand life can be.
All bundled up;
In the new me...

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I'm lying in bed just rubbing my ****, hoping you'll give it just one tiny lick.... I think of your skin and soft supple ***, and how I wish I could tear you in half... I'm laying in bed now stroking my ****, wont you come over and sit on it a bit? Just sit back and enjoy, I'll do all the work, I'll play with your **** and make you hurt... it hurts so good is what you'll tell me I hope, and after you ***, I'll *** down your throat... we'll lay in my bed after we've had our fun, spooning and such until what's that? Yeah Its my tongue...

Here I lay in bed again, a bed I shared with one true friend...
A friend whose soul was pure and bright, but here I lay, alone tonight...
I lay alone cause my one true friend, betrayed me twice then once again...

It's been a while,
Random memories layed out like tiles.
Infesting the solitude I yearn to find; the place I can't go, the place in my mind.

There's a thick layer of **** all in there air today.
Or is it just me?
A quiet lack of solitude in an empty room.
Or is it just me?
Cut outs of magazine smiles, pasted to angry faces.
Or is it just me?
I feel the need to be alone.
Who's coming with me?

There's no medicine for the pain, no bandage can mend the wounds that you've inflicted...
How do I maintain, how do I let go without feeling conflicted?
If time is my doctor then the doctor is out, why am I filled with so much doubt?
Is this pain my destiny? I fear this is what's meant for me.
I've got so many questions, I've learned so many lessons.
This lecture is getting old, I'm starting to feel cold...

Do you feel the urge?
The need to purge.
Those feelings of lust.
To put out the fire that Burns.
Lay gently and open up
To my words and my touch.
And feel the words that I speak, against your soft blushed cheek.

She sits and she waits
for her bus to return. Looking quite nice, and feels there's no time left to burn.
Alone at night, impatiently waiting the time to be right.
To hop aboard the Right transit, where she'll happily sit.
She'll take that ride and hope for the best, she jumped on this bus without proper time to rest.
For the destination is clear, its where her heart has been left.
The problem then lies on her directions you see.
Her heart now lies in a place that was safe.
She took that journey so blindly and carefree.
She knows what she'll find when she reaches her end.
What will you find? And can you say, without the help of pretend?

My broken soul
A story to be told
A story of pain, heartache, and a heart that's been too bold.
I love without end.
To both family and friends.
I receive but a dime, for my thoughts and my time.
I want to love all and feel the same in return.
But that is my curse, my candle to burn.

Minute by minute
Hour by hour
I strive to forget
But all it does is devour
My every thought
My every waking moment
The pain that was inflicted
It seems as if I'm addicted
Eating away
At my soul
My pride
My heart