You’ll never hear the words
If you don’t listen
Recognize your worth
Beyond the sheer appeal of your reflection
Express yourself

It’s never too late to live
But if you’re not living your dead
Be the change you wanna see
Life’s alphabet starts with u
Know your favorite song
And play it til you hate it
Sing it like you made it
Appreciate all the beauty created
Even the stuff you gotta tilt your head to understand
You’ll never be perfect
But If you were you wouldn’t learn anything
Then again how would I know?
I’ve never been perfect
Everyday can be awesome if you let it be
Bad days only exist when you label them as such
Don’t think
Hush
Find your metaphorical paint brush and get the stroking
Give life
To whatever you touch
Think lush
Rather than not enough
And begin your awesome day with
A goodmorning

on a rainy Saturday morning we made love
    the sun buried beneath the clouds

you kissed my forehead and said goodmorning

i wanted to love you i just didn't know how
    i didn't have to
you already knew

covers pulled from my bare body
    i felt you everywhere

you dipped into my valley and asked if you could stay

the thunder coincided with your thrusts
   you told me you loved me
      it started to flood
                           no umbrella

we made love on a rainy Saturday morning
      we were soaked

and just like lightning, i was gone

Hit at dusk
Awaiting dawn
New moon approaching
To you I'm drawn
Lit cigarettes
Smoke stained teeth
Remembering moments
When you remembered me
Goodmorning darling
Watched you sleeping
Laid across
Crest moon
Silently weeping
Crying about the light
Images from the night
We made love till afternoon
Afterwards got dressed
Left soon
Closed eyes
Facade of a peaceful rest
Outside your window
Throwing words like pebbles
Spewings spits
Of i knew you best
THen the sun rises
I hush the lies
Quiet my spirit
Free from the moon and stars
Apologize for a tortured soul
Because everyone realizes
You truly know
Your grass
Beneath my soles
The breeze
Drifting my love away
Tide to my sea
I'll love you everyday
Hit at dusk
Awaiting mid day
Full moon creeps upon us
Your mouth opens just to say
We made love till midnight
When everyone realized
You already knew
Treated my tortured soul
Laid across
Crest moon
Silently sleeping
Remembering moments
In dreams
Crazy feelings
To you in drawn
Sinking teeth in
Just first bite
Imagined it all
Happening
This twilight

Murray

Goodmorning,
precious nutcase.
Which side will I face today?
The neurotic one, to my dismay.
I can never tell which one you truly are.
I know, it seems bizarre
that after all this time
still I’m
so painfully unaware.
And I can’t force you to care.

How I hate you, Kerouac,
you made me believe I can live
with the crazy ones.
Oh how wrong was I.
After all this time
I still can’t tell which one’s the lie.
The one that l have to beg
and twist my arm out
to get attention
or the one that sends me
'I miss you's
etched in the sand.

It's creepy how good you make me feel.
The way you look at me..
The way you sometimes don't look at me.

It's scary to think I hated you not six months ago.
No not hated..disliked.
(what was wrong with me?)
Where were you?
Where have you been?
And why couldn't we have found each other sooner?


You are...
My Best Friend.
The girl I love.
The girl who I once told to "*******"
and now I say queer things like "I love you."

I say abstract things like:
"Goodmorning my love."
and,
"You are....beautiful, my love."
and,
"You're mine...and I love you."

All these odd phrases come out of my mouth,
because I don't know any better.
And I don't understand what I feel.
For lack of better words the world calls it love.
I hate calling it love.
Love is too commercial...what we have is too natural.
It's not love. It's forever.
...I hope.

Goodmorning, Donald, my sick friend.
I've come to help you tweet again
Because your vision's simply creepy,
Has left you vulnerable to tweet with me.
And these visions I have planted in your brain
Are quite insane
Within the bounds of violence.

Of careless schemes you talk by phone.
Narrowed choices cobbled in stone
'Neath my control, you are a champ.
I turn your thinking to the cold and damp
Through your eyes stabs the flash of terror and fright
That blocks all light
Revealing the bounds of violence.

And in this blackened night I saw
Your MAGA People, by the score.
People jeering without speaking.
People fearing without listening.
So you tweet along to voices that they share.
And so they care
To set the bounds of violence.

"Tools," say I, "With Trump you'll know
Violence, likens more and grows.
Read Trumps words that he might teach you.
Feel my charms so I might reach you,"
And Trumps words like giant droplets fell
Which scattered cross the bounds of violence.

And these people cowed and bayed
To the tweets The Don had made.
And the News Reports flashed out warnings
But their words were never quite forming.
And the News said,
The Tweets of the POTUS are written as satanic calls
When darkness falls.
And prospers the bounds of violence."

someday i want to wake
in streams of sunlight
and messy bedsheets
just to roll over
and feel you stir
against me
blink the sleep from your eyes
and sigh
i'd want to kiss you goodmorning
make you tea
and read the newspaper
or maybe just be
with each other

there's something to be said
about the magic of
mornings

Hello dear
Beautiful day
Feeling free
Let's get away
Take a trip
We'll go far
Have no clue
Where you are
May 30th
Days date
Found attraction
To you
Don't now your fate
Flying through skies
See me from above?
Casting out emotions
Lust
Never conquers love
Longing to draw you near
Not seeing your face
Brings me fear
Where are you now
New place
New town
Memories haunt my dreams
Emailing you
As unattached as it seems
I feel close
Not the greatest man
Still better than most
Goodmorning baby
Long day?
Write me a letter
All the things
You can't say
Wanted to let know
Wherever you are
Im willing to go
I've waited this long
Miles up ahead
Still be waiting
Till i feel your warmth
In my bed

Murray

I'll be then thousand miles away
Drowning at the bottom of of the sea
The very one you hate me to dive into
Leaving bottles on the shorelines
Of your driveway
When you remember me
I'll just be a face without a name
A man once crawling into bed with you
Calling your name sweeter
With every breath you stole from me
By the time you remember me
I'll be so lost in my own life
I'll have forgotten
How gorgeous your body was
How every day was my birthday
When you said goodmorning
How christmas was every time I called
I sounded like a kid begging to tear open
The first present he saw
It was always you
When you remember me
Youll see that we were meant to be
That forever was worth living
While in each others arms
But you left me to run off with him
And I just heard
He cheated on you with his own step Mother

I want to
Tuck you in at night and
Sing you to sleep.

I want to
Wake up next to you,
Big spoon and all,
And nuzzle in the crook of your neck.

I want to
Wake you up
By kissing you all over and
Saying, "Goodmorning Beautiful!"

I want to
Hold hands with you
And cuddle while watching your
Favorite movies.

I want to
Sigh as you
Find that knot in my neck and
Rub it till it's untied.

I want to
Hold back tears
As you read me my
favorite book.

I want to
Fall asleep
As I play with your hair and
Think about what'll come tomorrow.

Hello goodmorning
Today for calling
So low so snoring
I wonder why we say good morning

Tonight in your place
I help you like im waze
In honesty been daze
I can tell your tired for some days

Get back in bed
Few minutes before Wed
I know it's still a more hours from my bill
But I'll see you right through
Because of my choice of do
So take dudette and dude
Across the globe I'll help you too.

Early morning wake to
the pale yellow sun streaming
gently through the broken blinds.

Rolling over onto the warmth
of another body
I can still say is mine.

Olive skin, speckled with scars
and freckles- perfect imperfections
all but your double-sugar dark roast eyes.

Time lingers as you watch me
wake, semi-concious smiles
of the brand new day.

Goodmorning beautiful, I love you

I couldn't tell you
a better thing to say.

We spit stories and sunflower seeds off the bridge
Walking down unimportant crooked roads
With names like summer lane and love street

In the afternoon heat
I popped your soda top
And we walked like we had shoes

The heat glued us together
The cold that once tore us apart
The blizzards would come in
And drag you up into the lonely white sky

The window is open
As we sit smoking
A joint you rolled with care
The sweet notes of night time
And heat roll in and fall asleep on your chest


In a tangle of your arms and blankets
I woke up for work
I put on my greasy boots
And pants with oil stains

Maybe something as simple as goodmorning
And a kiss to the back of a neck
Something like that could start life over
And give me something to breathe about

i am a poem.
my stanzas are in my skin. my rhythm in my heart.
beat in my fingertips.
pulsating.
my scars are my story. the ones you can see and the ones you cannot.
i am many mistakes, lines words phrases X out.
change this to sound prettier, change that to make sense.
i am my history as ink to paper, traveling incessantly, twists and turns and loops.
i am cursive and i am print.
i am story and i am song.
these inkblots are in my veins wicked and tangled.
i am free to be what i choose, whether it is what you like or not.
i am insatiable, for my words are endless.
i am lies and i am truths, manipulation of words to caress the readers ear.
i am adjectives and nouns.
i speak verbs to make me move.
i am hesitant when i wish then i am done.
i am goodnight sun, goodmorning moon. i am swordfights and fairytales galore.
i am sensible by little means, but you listen just the same.
i am a beginning, i am a middle, and i am an end. but not this end...

goodmorning naked body. taut watery skin smudged against my face.
you smell like trees salted and soaked in winter.

(pitch black limbs curving across the pale sky, dripping
sweet ale into patterns on the snow, which children bundled in plastic
and cotton packed into stone, will seek out and decipher.
while old women, knee deep in furs watch mindfully from behind their ancient glass.
language of the forest gods, they will mutter, breath fogging windows and swallowing their old wiry mouths, before turning into the muddy darkness of their homes and disappearing forever)


strands of sunlight dressed up in frost, tumble drunk into the room and drape over your shoulders. i leave a trail of fingerprints across your collar bone.

2:43 p.m
Bob Dylan / Dont think twice Its alright

Thursday Mornings
I never expected to be so wonderful

Smell of hot coffee
Warm sun peeking through
lying on my skin,
blinding me with its beautiful brightness.

Turn over to the earths most
precious creation: Him.
His smile awakens me as he moves
the stranded hair from my face.

Soft kisses and gentle fingertips
moving along my cheeks

Kind words that whisper
"Youre beautiful, goodmorning my love"

And that is when I knew I was home,
safe in his arms,
in his presence.

The night grows thinner
As the bright orange fills the deep
As the stars vanish
So does our time together
Daylight is the final bell
The end of us for now

Beware young lovers
Spouts the rising sun
The day anew has begun
And so kiss goodmorning
And leave upon my warning

The best part(s) about living in a house on the beach:

Sand is everywhere. You see it on your dilapidated bay walk you built the week after you moved in. It's in your shoes, your shirt, sand is everywhere.

You'd hear the rhythm of the ocean in the middle of the night, waves knocking like lullabies that were clearly meant to keep you awake but failed. You smell and taste salty mist in your mouth whenever you'd strut outside every single day for the past 3 years. It's unlimited sand castles and sand kingdoms.

You'd see how the moon lends it light to the sea, creating a white walkway on the dark waters whenever you stay up late simply because you couldn't sleep, and in the morning you'd see a canvass of colors as mother sun claims her domain, showing off shades of pink, orange and yellow scarves, God, I love living by the sea.

Most of all, you love waking up to the sound of her footsteps, how she'd open all the windows, let light into the room and sing goodmorning. You love the way she runs to that old bay walk and sits down, you love the way she dangles her feet and tease the waters with her touch. You love the fact that this is, has been, and will always be your dream. You and her.

Life often feels like that, but trust me, life finds a way to ***** things up. A balance, if you will.

You see, when someone tells you they live by the sea, it isn't all that perfect.

No one tells you about the first time it rained so hard, the waters caved around, under and above your home that it shook. No one tells you how often the waves are loud and menacing, you dream about how they loom over your home, or how unnaturally silent they are that you can't fall asleep without them whispering in your ears, singing to you in their rhythm.

No one tells you about the time some people get left behind with their dreams.

That of the two names carved on that bay walk, only one person was cursed to sit there and remember.
No one tells you about the time she slowly became sick of the sea and talked about moving back to the city. No one tells you about the time she took off in the middle of the night and you pretended to be asleep. No one tells you about the first time you opened your windows in the morning, felt the color was more grey than orange, and your mouth tasted like her strawberry flavored lip gloss even though you only smell salt.

It's writing both your names in sand and leaving them to get swept by the sea or blown by the wind. It's crying as you skinny dip so the sea can take away your sadness. It's shouting while the waves roar. It's sand everywhere. Sand and sea she left you.

Sad how there's been more storms in your heart and rain in your eyes than outside your home these past years.

Your eyes are easy to get lost in. Did you know that? Did you know that when you smile, the light shines at the perfect angle and the brown is just the most adorable? It's so contagious. There's something about it. But hey I guess sometimes all that glitters isn't gold. Things are too good to be true sometimes. Like the way the door opened but never closed and you said you'd never leave but you forgot to close the door. There's a certain feeling to that. To when you realize that the goodmorning texts begin to hiccup. They aren't very good anymore. It's just a morning. There's something to that. Like the way your favorite song isn't your favorite song any more. I guess that's what happened. But I found myself in somebody else's headphones. In someone else's bedtime playlist. I found myself lost in the warmth of a smile that rekindled the fire that died out so long ago. To the eyes that caught me at first sight. To the door that finally closed.

You are the breath of song
that laughs in my ear
That dissapears when I turn around
Evaporating around my fingers like smoke
falling to the ground like sand
and vanishing in the wind you came with

You are the echo of a heartbeat
that just before I fall asleep
resounds in my ears and in my soul
That turns into the gentle ticking of my clock
when I listen too hard to find you

You are the warm skin I feel on mine
when I first wake up
When arms can still exist around me
because my dreams haven't yet left
For they are chased away by mornings light

You are the smile in the mirror behind my reflection
The one I turn to face
to embrace
The one that is never there

You are the feel of a kiss
hot and real against my lips
The feel of goodmorning
and goodnight
and goodbye

You are the memory of a lover
You are the one I will never forget

You are the reason my eyes rain with the thunder
because you always danced outside in a storm

You are the gentle caress I feel on my face
when my tears are wiped away
and the wind whispers to me
"I will always love you"
In perfect imitation of your voice

Late night musings and a warm cup of tea
Adoring artworks and thinking about thee
As I welcome the sunrays softly greeting goodmorning
The birds chirping, oh what a beautiful timing

A light drizzle upon the break of daylight
This is just what I need, I feel the universe smile
And in moments like this I'm in euphoria
In little things, my tiny dreams, this is love - nothing but amazing.

I'm tired of
Always being the one to respond
Within thirty seconds of
Receiving your message.

I'm tired of
Always being the one
Cut off from our nightly texts
With a swift
"I'm sleepy love, I'm going to sleep now."
We say our "good night"s and
"I love you"s
And hours later,
I'm still awake.

I'm tired of being the one
To always say "goodmorning" first
In hopes I can brighten your day.
And I'm tired of being the one
Who lies in bed even hours after
You tell me you'll be busy for a while.

Im tired of being the one
Who's always available,
Here for your beck and call--

But it's my fault,
Isn't it?
That I get so attached to people.
That I need constant companionship.
That I always want to talk.
Always want to see you.
Always need you here

But you're staring to realize
I'm too attached
Too obsessed
Too sick

I'm tired of being the one
Who makes people feel
Like they're my babysitter--
Making sure I take showers
Making sure I eat
And drink enough water
Making sure I'm not going to
Sporadically **** myself.

I'm tired.
And I'm done.

Baby,
You remain the love of my life, and I'll never stop loving you. As cliché as it sounds, l mean every word l say. We have come a long way, we’ve embraced major changes together and you have to admit being in a long distance at a very young age we have done such a great job. We make a perfect team Paul, seeing and living life with you has been a blessing. You have taught me so much, you’ve been every step of the way from my high school days encouraging me and urging me on even when everyone else including myself gave up on me, you still held my hand. It's always hard to tell someone your dark sides, and bare out all your insecurities, vulnerabilities and still be accepted for what and who you are. You taught me how to appreciate the simple things in life but enjoying those simple things with you made life PERFECT for me. You made me feel whole, complete, blessed and your love led me to the road of happiness. Everyday, every moment, every single second, just the thought of you makes my world go around with euphoric revolution. I know I was not the best girlfriend in the past couple of years but l was still in the process of finding myself, learning how to open up and be free with you, with us. All I wanted was to finally come home so we can be us, with no more walls built between us, no more distance, I wanted you to finally see me for me, when I can finally wake up next beside you and enjoy those simple things in life like sharing a meal, a laugh, holding hands………
   Paul I have really tried but l don’t think I can hold on any longer, you are barely there for me and that breaks my heart even more than the thought of you gone. The past six months has been arguments that should not even exist. All I asked for was a minute or two of your time but it feels like I am asking for too much. I understand you are busy but its just overwhelming to see you online or to see you respond to other people yet I am tossed aside to wait. I could be wrong for I am not there to see your schedule but then again I know this is not right by the impact it weighs on me, by the amount of hurt l feel. I feel invisible in your world, I have to ask you to call me and most of time you always forget, I have to schedule a Skype date with you, you wont message me until I initiate a conversation and you are not even proud enough to show the world that we are together. You can call another woman beautiful publicly but you cannot do that when it comes to me, it might not seem like a big deal to you but it is for me and your actions make me feel invisible, makes me feel like I am clingy, like I am begging you to be with me yet love is supposed to be mutual.
      The important things that made us Glokari do not exist anymore and it hurts me so much that l am the only one who feels major affected by this. There was a point you would do anything to hear my voice, you were eager to kiss me goodmorning and night, we loved sharing the jokes, the laughter even after a rough day and when the going got tough we would cry together and figure out how to move on together but now l feel like I am the stressing factor. You don’t even want to look at me twice after a long day it is like l add more stress to you yet l just want to be here for you. Talk to me and make me understand that is all l ask but everything turns into a fight. Paul I have over 50 screenshots of you giving me an explanation, either your phone died, your friend did this, the message wasn’t delivered, you were held up etc. as much as I am understanding baby l honestly feel left out, I feel like I am tossed aside. I can’t tell which one hurts more, the fact that I think someone else is taking my place or the fact that I blame myself because l feel like I broke us up in 2011 and l destroyed that Glokari connection. Either way Paul l want you to know, all I want is your happiness, I want to see you smiling all throughout your lifetime whether it is with me or with someone else. You are a wonderful man and even though our love story is distorted right now one thing remains so true Baby... I love you. Take care of yourself.

Look at her.
The girl over there; she's happy, right?
Always laughing and always smiling.
She's like a little ray of light.
You've never thought to ask her,
"Are you feeling okay?"
because she seems like
she's happy everyday.
But little do you know,
everyday, she comes home
to an empty house.
Because it's empty,
it's her free time to just cry and shout.
Shout at the walls
for keeping in the sound of her cries.
She looks forward to the day
her body becomes limp and dies.
At night, she eats her homemade meal.
Then goes upstairs and turns the shower handle,
life no longer seems real.
She stands and silently cries,
her tears look identical to the water.
That way, her parents never worry
about their daughter.
She cries herself to sleep,
then goes back to school each day.
She walks through the doors,
glances at her peers.
"Goodmorning," you'll hear her say.
She says it with a smile on her face.
A smile you'd never second guess.
A smile you'd never think
is any different from the rest.

As I am dreaming, I start to feel you.
Soft small hands patting my face.
You pull on the blanket,
you pull my hair.
You've got my attention,
I know you're there.
I open my eyes and what do I see?
Cute bugs smile casted on me.
You giggle and coo;
and giggle some more,
you lose your balance and fall to the floor.
I smile a little and let out a giggle too,
because although I hate being woken up,
I could never get mad at you.
That mocha skin,
those big brown eyes.
That squeal of excitement when you are surprised.

So goodmorning bug,
I hope you slept well.
You are the reason I keep trudging through this hell.

i woke up on the right side of the bed
for the first time in a long time
i had a really good dream
i smiled
my phone rang
for you had been up for a couple hours now

"good morning, i just made breakfeast. how did you sleep?"
you ask me

"i slept great," i replied overwhelmed with happiness

i get to wake up to this every morning
i just can't wait for the day
when i can roll over in bed
and not have to feel a cold, empty spot
you will fill it, and i'll kiss your forehead
and finally be able to say

"good morning, beautiful"

Goodmorning
I've woken with the sting of cold, fresh air.
Pale light glides through my windows, and illuminates the very breath I take. It's quiet enough that I can still think. Each thought I have recorded, in my own head. Sometimes it grows so silent that I observe the ringing in my ears.  When I think, and I hear, and I feel, all at once I recieve a slight feeling, a sense that comes in waves. It's a good one. This is calm. But it is lonely.

She's a mess.
The smallest fall of snow is a blizzard in her mind
And the cold is incurable.
So she sleeps when she can,
And wakes when she must.
Until, of course,
The day she can replace his old t-shirt
That she wears to fall asleep
With his strong and kind arms.
And she can replace the cold night air on her lips
With his.
So her dreams are stuck in euphoria between goodnight and goodmorning kisses.
That's how she'll survive the snowfall.

I walk through the hallways at school, and I feel invisible. no one says hi, hello, or goodmorning.. then you came along, and I was blinded. blinded with love.

staring down the barrel, increasingly stretching darkness
to a bright light, tye-dye, good vibes
take a deep breath, cause what is said is rarely what you think it means
she says up, higher, but you're trying to go down
to bring her chest to raise higher and lower
she says why, when you're only looking for how
saying hi when you really mean bye
you bring your face to life in goodmorning, hi, hey, hello
bringing my mind to life in goodnight, bye, ok
oh ok, fine, uncertainties aren't your thing
but im the certain, im gettin nervous, no room to move
we're only bound to lose
wanderlust, my heart is
staying home learned the lines of yoda your mind knows
is where you find your greatest joy
everything is likely far from what it seems
similarities don't bind seams
new ideas bind two different fabrics
its magic
like the happiest place on earth, we're all searching
look up at the billboards sliding past your window
taunting you that happiness is just out of reach
but if you'd close your eyes and just imagine open skies
you might have less questions that stay at whys

I love him so,
I love him so much
that when he is away for work for the week
my thoughts only consume of him
and every thought makes me
realize how much
I am completely in love with him
Find myself always missing his smart *** grin
and his ways with words
and the way he wakes up to me
saying "goodmorning baby" and kisses me again
and how he goes on for hours talking about
one specific thing
things that inspires him
like music, and Bob Dylan
I couldnt ask to be with a more
perfect human being
though he is not perfect
no, not at all
but he is, and always will be
the one I will be making
future plans with
plans like marriage
plans like children and
plans like where we will be living 5 years from now
because i love him, i love him so
and I never want to let him go
so its never "I love you, goodbye"
its always "I love you, Ill see you soon"
and I like that.