Sweet wishes

you are the warm breeze I love ityou are the moon in the dark nightyou lighten me upyou are the story I heard as a childI enjoy every partyou are that catchy song on the radioI can't get you outta my mindyou are the only wish I've ever wished for and it will never come true

To the lonely dreamer

To the lonely dreamer who writes to stay afloat, but who knows there’s holes in the boat, who smiles when the mirror cracks, who sticks fingertips with thumbtacks, the hopeless  believer, the unacknowledged achiever, the background dancer, the poetic free lancer, I give you  a salute  and praise  that will  hopefully dilute  the oppression that halts your beautiful blooming.

In wanderlust

In wanderlust I still suffer and I want to run away from        everything that encircles your taste, your face, your ghost           and the songs that sings out from your lips,  I fear that I have to reveal my hidden secrets upon your listening ears, and when you stand so close to me         like thick foggy asthma,  I can’t breathe easily while I hear you like the birdsongs up from the green and violet trees I hang my courage on these lips           trembling with questions the fear of losing perpetually sinks in,  I am a defeat,  so I distance myself from the recognition it’s funny that I still         find myself, liking you every little thing about you.

Good morning.

There was something— promising and preternatural in the frost that did away  with the laces of her smile, stitched by morning’s declaration of staunch affection and the easy cadence of  the throbbing bluebird’s chest, when she confessed  to all the sins that had lined the acres of the night.

You know you’ve finally found a name for the nothingness you fear when you’re screaming into silence and silence is all you hear When you see the sickness rise in clouds from the masses on the streets and the things from dreams come closing in but you can’t move your feet When the gently smiling faces say it’s all within your mind (you never see the madness it comes sneaking up behind)

The Way of Words

I wish I could create such words That would connect our hearts, our souls, our mind, isn't that what words do? They wrap these invisible strings to our hearts, attaching themselves, winding, twisting, binding us with their power and strength, it's the only way we understand the screaming chaos in our minds, if we can sort through the screams together. But sadly, those words, those beautiful letters that bring our bodies and wonderfully strange minds together, have escaped me. Trust me, I have spent nights searching the deepest corners of my mind to find those hidden words, the ones that fit so perfectly together to confess my hearts most colorful dreams. The words seem lost in the breeze, those words that brought you to me. And now I struggle to fill these pages with any words that come to mind, it's almost as if they have dissipated and became the some that escapes my dry, cracked lips. But somehow it was you all along, the one who brought colour and words into my heart, causing them to pour out of me so beautifully, and when you left It's as if you took all the words with you.

Throwing them back

I found pieces of you in my hair, in my skin, in my memory. I found pieces of you in my room in my mind in my life. I found pieces of you and you refused to take them back, and I no longer want them.