i had a dream about you
you told me not to love you
Like a kick in my liver
it welled in my throat but i let you have your way

The past refuses to rest
In its shallow grave
As the memories return
A cascade of thoughts and emotions
Pouring into me as I contemplate
The feel of your hand in mine
As the city streets passed us by
Walking to nowhere
So happy, to be walking
to Nowhere

Your scent lingers just beneath my skin
Traces inhaled with every breath
Rose perfume with every yawn
Peanut butter kisses with every sip
Those green eyes so piercing stared
Into my soul, so fragile in love
The feel of your hair on my arm
Curled up in bed, with a book
Leaves me dreaming
Wondering
If you were the one

All observation is from a particular point, but
acknowledged subjectivity's better than naught.
Thus follows some comments on their qualitative nature.
Use them as you deem. In this piece everything is as it seems.

Caffeine is unappreciated enough,
Give credit to that stimulant for the things it does.
Coffee has little time to play, for there are errands
to attend to before the light fades.

The amphetamine will spin you until you're spun,
The cathinone will also try you with its luck.
The stimulant is a trickster [touch within]
and a magician never reveals their secret,
Even when seeking it befalls endlessness.

Me and E(cstasy) used to dance all night,
Closer to all your dreams was as far
from the light, we soaked ourselves
in emotionality and I soared high:
Perfection in the dark
rekindled my heart; 'cause
on pills you love everyone.

******* is always hungry but will never feed you
for it is naught but the scent of pure ego;
because on coke everyone loves you.

There is nothing to learn from an opioid or benzodiazepine
beyond the hedonistic stupor in-between awake and sleeping.
Similarly, cigarettes never taught me anything about myself
much like quick, ***** ***, that's nicotine and painkillers, in essence.

Alcohol is reliable for those sociable
but can hurt the body and scorn the emotional.
Drink toyed with me, then she abandoned me;
Despite that messiness I still reminisce occasionally.

Gamma-HydroxyButyric acid [GHB] requires utmost caution,
One must observe the proper conduct when
wading through such subtle intoxication.

Don't use ket too much, don't use angel dust.
If you want a supreme arylcyclohexylamine
seek out methoxetamine, use it responsibly.
Dissociation, end of line; no[thing is o]ne.

Always be considerate before transcending reality,
Reverence for psychedelics keeps them self-regulatory.
Of all the compounds they would humble and reveal to you;
Existential, being when tripping; every[is]one.

Cannabis I dared to use recreationally
for it often reminded us when one should act sensibly.
That deep conversing with trusted friends
is better than any substance I have ever had the nerve to test.

let me crawl into the vastness of your soul
i am tired
.
i want to nap with your deepest thoughts
i am worn out
.
let me curl up with your darkest secrets
i am exhausted
.
i want to lay myself into your curves and nooks
i am drained
.
let me caress your damaged heart
i am fatigued
.
i want to nestle your bruises
i am sleepy
.
let me burrow into your lungs with all that smoke
i am stale
.
i want to kiss your agony
i am empty

Logic is difficult. The idea of anything being coherent is astounding.
Two sentences side by side that make sense.
What an insane thought.
Insanity makes more sense to me. Insanity and disorder.
It is futile to apply normalcy to everything.
Some things just don't make sense.
So next time your teacher asks you the meaning behind an author's plot, setting, or mere diction,
don't answer.
Don't forget
that you are the specialist
and he is the patient.

i don't really need anyone else
only him
his hands holding mine
his lips against my cheek
his arms around my waist

I don't really care for anyone else
only him
his hopes
his dreams
his feelings
his love

why is he so far?
why is he so sad?

I love him
it's unfair

Travelling Lady Smile with me
Blow my winter away
Stay for while when eyes drip
Give this heart a break
Come down, rest a while
Raise your light and shine on me
look at all these scars left on
Dress them all and sing lullaby
See me sleep before you leave
I shiver with your pain
Cold I feel, Colder I grow
Kiss my winter away
Travelling lady stay with me
hear me gasp your name at last

Our life is a precious, amazing gift.
A gift from our God, who has given us this,
A body, a soul, a name, and a purpose.
A child of love, and two parents to birth us.

With each of our days we grow and we learn,
And through out our life, pure happiness we yearn.
We look in all directions, and search most our life
To find this pure happiness, and escape from all strife.

But in a world with so much dark hate,
Where could this be? And then what is our fate?
Life can be rough, a battle infact,
And with each of our falls, our faith is at lack.

But hope is not lost for the world still holds strong,
With the people of truth who sing the same song.
A song of purpose, a song of light
The answer to our prayers, to the ultimate fight.

See life is a time where most just live on,
Not knowing why or exactly how long,
But look deep inside to find it's true key,
The key that is God and how life should then be.

A life filled with good, hope, and our Lord,
As happiness flourishes with God as our sword.
To win this long battle, this rough, crazy fight,
We must look past the darkness, and seek Gods true light.