Once she was called storm
her wrath was pure fury
yet cleansing and vital
her nature can be unforgiving
but she would always settle
At times her calm was just
an illusion
The eye of a systematic
cyclone

Once they called her raven
feeding on dead sheep
coercing with wolves
adorned in mystery
hidden behind her long black hair
whispering messages from the gods

Once they called her firefly
her interal beauty shinned in the darkness
although by day she looked rather average
by night her light was pure inspiration
and many tried to catch her as she passed

Many names
many places
many loves
many decievers

but even at her worst they rendered
her beautiful

she's "Too crazy to live,too rare to die."

And all aspects still live
in my heart and mind
a spirit that never dissipates
with time but morphs
into a new name or kind.

Dark cloud, consort of the rain,
billowing, dense, phantasmagoric, apparition,
             shift--
                     make me a
                     foamy bed, to rest,
                     and a smoky lyre,
                      to make music,
                      give me wings,
                      for my imagination to soar,
                             find me my true love for ever-
                              the ****** white clad maiden of the cloud,
                                the starry eyed angel;
                                  just let me
                                         hover around
                                              with you
                                                       for ever.

Sweet collision
Perfect images
my brain full of them
the desire filling
the want so endless
we have our love
have our future mapped out
but dearest
bring me somewhere
I want to be alone with you
Let's enjoy our romance
enjoy these sensations
I want you
Love you too
Can't say no
don't wanna
Take me away
all my dreams
are of us
our future
our intimacy
you and I
Are the perfect broken pieces
completing the other.

If I were brave I'd speak my mind
consequence failing to enter my sights
just let it all go and know that I am right
but my mouth is silenced with reason

At times I wonder if I have too much consideration

Why conscience?I suffer so

Never acting on emotion
knowing it would feel so good...

all my anger
all my fear
all my sadness

filed away in tiny cabinets

Is it strange that I hate my logic?

I've got that anxiety man,
Faces all around me seem to sag and frown.
Preacher man tells me to look at the sky not ground.
But I want to give the bugs the curusty of eye contact as I walk over them.
Why is their life so simple and mine so unsure?
Bet bugs don't even love they just **** and crawl on.

**** man, I hate all these eyes.
Tip toeing after me like the headlining band.
Not waiting to begin ******* as I head on my way in.
All the clocks say ten but the sun screams it's dawn.
Why aren't I in ******* bed right now...
Can someone shut that bird up!?

My mistakes are what drives me
They rip at my chest and haunt my dreams
Sleepless nights and endless days
Keep me awake and deny me of my dreams

All I've wanted is to just be free
Everything is not what it seems
When will I ever find my way
I just want to chase my dreams...again

Trapped inside of something that you built to help yourself. Something so good that soon goes so bad. Like a sweet candy that leaves a bitter taste in your mouth. The ones we thought we loved, we grew to hate. The ones who we went to became the ones to avoid. In this strange place called the 'real world' there's no telling what could happen next.
And suddenly, I want to go back. Back to the days of juice boxes, and building blocks. Back to when the biggest challenge was coloring in the lines.
But it's a vicious cycle.
All we wanted then was to grow up, and now all I want is to go back.
But we can't.