I give you my attention

only because I like you.

Smart and clever,

funny and sometimes even bitter.

I text you at random hours, knowing you’ll reply

Knowing that you have a girl, who’s probably there by your side.

Although we’ve never met I think about how different my life could be

if I had just went up to you the day of the fest, I think it was around 3?

I saw you from a far, your tall body and curly black hair

Future Islands had just performed and you might of been waiting by the door.

But I was a coward and walked away

turning every once in a while to glimpse you from the distance

until I didn’t see you no more

just a crowd of stuck up kids

and me alone in the city

just me with my kicks.

Your character is so flawed

you bleed ******* all day long.

How did you become this way?

Thinking nothing is wrong

yet talking and talking

without even saying anything AT ALL

You annoy the **** out of me

from the things you say, to the behavior you play.

I have no idea what will happen to our relationship

All I know is that I cant stand being around you,

you are simply poison.

Growing angry for the smallest of things

Then realizing my anger for it becomes a part of me.

Take a breath and just let it go

Let it be, let it not be more.

The past is not what is now

Now is then and here and there, how?

Thoughts like these flow in my mind

keep me awake wondering about what is time.

So I let that anger pass thru me and become the past

because I’d rather be content with what is now and make it last.

stepping stones
breaking bones

babies walking
old men talking

girls in pretty dresses
boys minds full of guesses

neighborhoods dark, silence
houses crowded, no senses

minds filled with clutter
hearts dying of butter

nonsense in the form of rhymes
a silly girl typing to pass this time.

Jump jump jump

Beat beat beat

Sway sway sway

Turn turn turn

The movements of this dance

the smile across her face

Her hands holding her hips

long flows of hair

falling along her back

muscles moving under soft skin

fingers pressing against the air

eyes open to the east

watching her body move to the sounds

the moment belonged to her

this moment would be hers

that moment is her.

His father such a difficult man.
He is sick but does not want to get better
His home a disaster but he doesn't want to turn it into a home fit for a master.
My dear xoo living in the mess is unable to turn it into his own nest.
Troubles cloud the room and
garbage piles begin to tumble,BOOM!
Arguments fade into the walls
Eight legged creatures roam the halls
Scrubbing the porcelain stained
yellow with the years
Staring at the ceiling with
puffs of childhood fears.
Wanting to leave this mess because it is not yours
But obligated to stay because this man has nothing else more.
Try to be strong my xoo this time will soon pass
I'll be here waiting too,
a tank full of
gas.
We'll go a little fast

I’m beginning to get that feeling

of who I want to be

it doesn’t matter what age I am

just as long as I love me.