Peacefilled Love

Red dust settles,

While wonder of a storm emerges,

One trip around the sun,

And it stills feels so right,

With a shooting star to start,

You never cease to brighten me,

This works so well,

You understand my depth,

I fuel your light,

I love you,

And you love me,

Busy with dreaming,

Always intertwined,

With thoughts and limbs,

Such a mature love,

Aspirations and respect,

Balance and imaginations,

I don’t think we will ever have enough time

to do everything we want to do,

Family approval and admiration,

Strong souls and minds,

Strong bodies and hobbies,

Strong senses of adventure and the world,

Strong connection and allure,

Strong integrity and reverence,

Strong love and regard,

Dear, dear moon,

We did it right,

Anguish proved desire,

Time proved necessity,

Attraction proved ease,

Once we gave in,

We never looked back,

I love you,

And you love me,

Honesty presents closeness,

New depths are reached,

And you commit,

In bed and naked,

You turn to me,

“I don’t think this can end”

You inquire my comment,

I can’t help but mirror,

It’s too good baby,

I love you,

And you love me,

It’s just too god damn good.


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Confidence

I got him,

I finally got him,

I thought uncertainty would last forever,

I know not gone always,

But I have breaks now,

Breaks that occur not only when I’m with him,

So refreshing,

The air is crisp,

I can breathe deeply,

Time is the most valuable thing in life,

Money is the common denominator for all,

But love is the only important or truly fulfilling aspect.

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Morning

Ohh what is this ive been missing?

Is it purpose?

Is it time?

Is it confidence?

In the darkness of the morning,

Before the sun has committed to the day,

Before the sane wrestle in their beds,

Softly settled by the fog caught in the mountains,

With lack of light and reality,

Peace is evident,

Relaxed and calm,

Even the wind is resting,

Here in this valley of life,

The unseen surrounding peaks,

Bring hope with their mystery,

Paved roads become vain,

Purity turns a new leaf of violet,

The grey cannot keep up,

I am settled by the adventurous unknown,

Just around the pine and pumpkins,

This future is my jawbreaker,

Tantally expected,

No longer scared of what is to come,

Curiosity and honesty are my only carry-ons,

But I have more than enough love to go around,

Let’s do this already my friend,

I will go with you.


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The Universe

Youthful conversations,

about the world and the ignorant,

Always one step ahead,

And incredibly proud,

Somehow were still off,

Our curse still strong,

It’s not our time,

Not yet anyways.

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Shadows

Slick chocolate brown leather sets the stage,

A beam of light shinning makes for a near reflection,

Perfectly vertical backside of a tempting loveseat,

The predator approaches,

Long fur and contrasting patches,

Needless to say: intimidating,

So the stalk begins,

Crouched close to the ground,

Embracing the sun-heated tiles,

Brewing with anticipation,

Adorably rambunctious,

But presently, primitively captivated with excitement and suspense,

The omega-shaped dark image,

Impressed on the chocolate,

It slowly begins to sway,

Provocatively seductive,

Finally, it’s too much,

And the pooch gives in to the first leap of exertion and playful ecstasy,

Devastatingly,

No success,

Repetition proves fatigue, then an unexpected yet determined,

Twisting, snake of a smell, enters,

Suddenly,

A new search is born,

And consequently, the previous is immediately forgotten,

Until next time that is,

Cheers to ignorant simplicity and a world of shadows and smells.

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The Wood

Undeniable attraction,

But is that enough?

Do we have the time?

Or is it too tough?

Its harder to face the looming ladder,

Be it fantasy or pretend,

The real is probably the end,

I still wish we would

Cuz I hope that we should, understand that we could, when we know there was the wood.

But im not sure anymore,

As I may not be the lure,

For the distance is a curse,

That I will not rehearse,

So I forgo in front,

Its for us baby, I swear im not a cunt

For I still wish we would

Cuz I hope that we should, understand that we could, when we know there was the wood.
Wood in our foundation,

a surprising revelation

Of the things of our past

Were never our last

In fact, was our present,

Our cross stricken now,

That pulls us apart,

And sheds all our art,

Took a year to yield,

With left the shield,

To the grief of our future,

Which feels each suture,

Find the wounds open,

And cant let anymore hope in,

So I say goodbye now,

Before I tear up my brow,

I package our capsule,

And wait in a castle,

For my inexplainable,

Never attainable,

Soul of a man

All because I still wish we would

Cuz I hope that we should, understand that we could, when we know there was the wood.
Waiting in the hills,

More real than pills,

I miss you,

I want you,

I don’t actually need you,

But id sure like to kiss you,

So come home to me,

And we will see,

We will see

Ohhh we sure will see.

cuz as always, I still wish we would

Cuz I hope that we should, understand that we could, when we know there was the wood.


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Winnings

Love for close to two decades,

Fire is spent but the memory is strong,

Foundation succeeded through earthquakes,

This is friendship turned family,

But I am still troubled by your endeavors,

Aimlessly giving your heart away to anyone,

I want someone to truly love you,

The way you deserve to be loved,

Stop giving it away as a bonus to the lemonade

And make them earn it,

I am no expert, but it doesn’t take one to see youre not winning,

Not winning them,

Not winning love,

Not winning respect,

Not winning over yourself,

Please find you first,

The artful, adorable you are,

There is so much to discover,

And only then will you win.

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Cycles

I just feel so damn much,

It’s like my life is a book,

And every detail is there for a reason,

Intended symbolism,

Interpreted by my all-encompassing moods,

For better or for worse,

It brings me to nausea,

An analysis driven headache,

I want that little glass box,

Boom will you show me?

You were always my escape,

I need you now,

Cuz I can’t find my way,

And in this home of hers,

I can’t think straight,

I’m on an out-skirted twig,

And I succumb to the distance,

Go to bed early,

Eat what’s on my plates,

and let my mind live through pages,

But I need your touch,

I need you to stroke my hair the way you love to do,

I’m coming,

God help me I will get there,

But where will she run?

Her boom is taken and I don’t know what to do,

How to help,

But I need to give her space and time,

So blahhhhhhhhh,

Dammit cycles,

Cleanse, rinse, repeat,

Cycle again…

I need to get out of here.

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The Base

With energy that corresponds to your mood,

Like it is all only for you,

It connects and inspires,

It can tie you to the moment,

Suspend you in air,

Tickle your eardrums,

Butterflies in your heart,

Then throw you down to the beat,

With a safety belt of base,

You know you will be taken care of,

Repetition, improv, originality,

It defines people undefinably,

Tells a story,

Exposes wounds,

Brakes hearts,

Allows growth through

acceptance, acknowledgment,

explanation, exploration,

reveal, connect, heal,

repeat.


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Needs and Demands

I want you to want,

Even in the late hour,

Even if your only company will be my slumber,

It hurts when you settle for less,

Throw away your realism,

It’s no good here,

I want something real,

My expectations are high,

Delayed schedules and lack of priority,

Don’t you see?

You get what you put in.

An unfinished painting with painful dust,

Such a vibrant beginning,

Your love is lost in translation,

And I don’t know who’s at fault anymore,

In contrast to time’s wife,

Can anyone stay afloat?

Please prove me wrong,

Give me hope and face,

A face to kiss and a face to disappoint,

A face that cares and a face that misses,

A face that desires and a face that hurts,

A face that is real and imperfect in such a perfect way.

I want you to want me more than wanting,

I need you to need me enough to prove it every day,

I am a spoiled woman, yes,

And I won’t be pleased with less,

Less than I’ve known and less than I deserve,

But what about you?

I need you to need things as well,

I need demands from you,

I need you to want enough to demand,

So we can figure this all out together,

Hand in hand,

And heart in heart,

While cuddling in our sleeping bag that overlooks the sun.


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The Good Life

As I said,

Damp from a spring of warmth,

Turn cold from tropical rain,

I will always be there for you,

And boy, I am loyal to a fault,

Its undeniable,

You have a part of me now,

Wrapped with Guatemalan textiles,

Nica punch drunk love,

Black sand Tuncos,

Ha, you betta Belize that we are in Rica now,

But of what?

Cuz all I see is red,

Volcano dust in our shoes,

Pools of remarkable beauty,

Green has been redefined all over,

Mayans of steps and unnatural carpeted peaks among the rolling hills,

I wish it was as simple,

But it’s time to roll the dice,

And fill our souls,

Complimentary of Margaritas,

As we cross our fingers and pray for no dicky bellies,

But memorable blokes and worldly laughs,

Fortune is bursting and I can only smile,

Damn, Blue Eyes,

We live well.

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Honesty Brings Sleep

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Bubbles

Nine months proves a hefty fruit,

Two weeks overdue and plump as ever,

The weight limits the distance,

The distance between soles,

And the distance achieved from my initial jump,

This fact fears me the most,

And most likely is the push behind my pushing,

The need to have bubbles,

Plural that is, plural bubbles,

It’s unfair for both of us,

Too much weight behind my actions,

Not enough belief in my words,

Yet whatever you say echoes,

Only to cease at your bay,

I love you,

And I want to fix it all for you,

But I cant,

So I am scared,

Scared that I will be you,

Unfixable you,

Such a wealthy lonesome woman,

You have to do it for yourself Momma,

Maybe motherhood skews judgment,

But even for your kids,

You need to do it for yourself,

And not with money,

The darkest form of green,

You need to do it with people,

And love,

And experience,

So please Momma,

Trust my love,

You say you know me most,

So use it,

Use it for us,

For you are a mystery to me,

I trust you completely,

Even though I do not know you now,

I need you most.


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Balance

This face seldom feels a tear on such baby skin,

But with on whisper,

the rivers flood,

You know me better than I know,

Or know myself,

Forever inspiring and safe,

You are my connicle,

With the effortless responsible grace,

You are my balance.

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The Joker and the Cow

Over the life time of a newborn,

An incubation of red womb,

I pushed you,

Away that is,

Others passed through,

For me and for you,

I calmed my mind with intention,

As your heart traveled the world,

I knew,

I knew it would be easy,

I knew our souls mirrored,

But my hoops weren’t ready and you had given up,

A plateau of simmer but the heat was still on,

Undeniably,

Youre heart cleverly placed you near,

Without your knowledge,

But you know that you can never be close enough,

As my strap falls,

I am reminded of you touch,

And the sweet ora that pulls it up,

It was inevitable baby,

We couldn’t do anything about it,

The bolts in your knee prove true,

There’s so much left to love,

But only the anguish provides backbone,

I knew I wanted you,

Over and over again,

But Tiburon told me you belonged to another,

My world shattered,

Even the shooting star disappeared,

But who was I to judge?

For my days were Dutch,

At a weekend full of costumes,

I wondered where was your heart?

As the rain poured down the shields went with it,

A joker the night prior,

But jammies at the present,

I was lost,

On a rock in the sea,

We watched,

As the sun went down in its beautiful array,

So did our walls,

I couldn’t have wanted you more,

So I ran,

I ran from your taken arms even though I was already in them,

You sit on the swing as I venture to another,

But I was slapped with emptiness,

And painfully reminded of my heart,

Your touch is spread thin,

But I know you touch me thick,

I knew you were different,

I was always rooting for you,

Even when all was against,

I knew,

Squash soup and watermelon seeds,

I knew.

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Jambalaya

Part I

Spurts of sulfur,

I am so fortunate this is rare,

A helpless flutter,

No desire to aide it,

Only wallow is in the horizon,

As the day’s already turning,

No want for change,

Comfortable with this weight,

Until you miss Me,

What a mean thing to say,

If pure, you should have followed,

So I settle it as a shallow limb,

A feeble endeavor that bears a serrated fall,

Either I need you touching or I need to feel this alone,

The latter yields growth,

And honestly does not occur much anymore,

Inward nourishing questioning,

It is more powerful than before,

Juxtaposed to your fingertipped warmth,

I do not feel this enough,

A Stretch for my psyche,

Struggle for my character,

Exertion for my essence,

Proves to me the person I am,

Or at least will be.

Part II

Why do I have to know it all,

Punctuations are muted,

I do not want what I need

I want mistakes

I want lessons

I want keys

But I have none,

I have order,

I have borders,

I have a big fat rut,

Just in time for my day,

Just in time for unpreparedness,

I am low, even for Lo,

Why was there no one?

Is it me?

I don’t understand,

Are they not close enough to feel obligation?

Why does a birthday have to emboss that?

Is a taken woman unwanted goods?

Why is it always half?

Shoving all the unmerited pressure to the other,

Eventually leaving me with nothing

Thus the bottom,

Only then,

On a vivacious ascent,

Does one feel triumph again.

Part III

An empty shell, with a misleading reflection of wealth,

The opposite in your eyes, you strong soul,

But which is really more foolish?

Polar opposites now, but both shining cowardly white,

How did we let each other stray?

Now I am too tired to sleep,

Boom, why do they deadbolt the door?

Whether the median is silence or spikes,

It all just boils down to exile,

Just because I’m in misery,

I don’t beg for no sympathy,

From no one but Apple,

Whom never withholds a bright contrast,

Baby, you either have to be here or not at all,

Otherwise, it won’t be enough for me,

And you will get all of the fire,

Ha, I laugh, ‘cause it is no grassfire boy,

Mine run unfortunately root deep,

I’m back in Central, and you can’t read it,

Such a difficult woman I prove to be,

I just hope the daisies are bright enough for you.

Part IV

Ohh when I am weak,

All comes out of the shadows,

And I am left sitting there,

Waiting on an easy punch,

Well I am on the ground now,

With my dirt misread as freckles,

And my legs already giving up on me,

Just bring on the vultures already,

Artists prove to be most perilous,

Immortalizing emotions, allows excuse for anything,

Whether it is irony or symbolism as the intent,

All is fair, and all is thought,

In the beauty of pain,

Drunk of wallow, laboriously staggering to an end,

God, why won’t this close?

Shameful, yes, but I see the curtains falling early

What haven’t I said?

What have I buried so deep that I cannot unearth?

I must release you,

And sleep out my glory,

I drag my feet and pour another cup of tea,

You trust my words so much,

I don’t even honor them that,

Truly, jambalaya soup they are,

If repeated, may prove vigor,

Even if accidental,

For natural routes are the most satisfying,

Just as flowers,

I need to simplify,

Slow it down,

And listen for the bread crumbs…


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A Hopeful First

Calm trees, yields the slow,
necessary for my overwhelming steady,
my mind needs serenity
simple desires of muted glee
unknown paths, unable to grasp control,
problems are pushed, always hidden by static,
help is never the answer in this sweet, fragile, tiny mess of a flower,
sprinklers, oh my the sprinklers,
distractions amongst the purity,
preoccupation is the game
be it from my heart of my lust or soul,
the present is troubling but bright horizons are bittersweet,
blind faith shatters my false security,
i am scared,
definitive lines are scarce in this spine,
i just want to know the end,
please skip the struggle and encircle joy
no tipsy reality, its just not that,
tears, please wash away this fight,
i know i need it, but i want it not,
defeated streams round my cheeks,
as i look up, i see a gentle reassuring normal,
my blues are sparkling now,
i comfortingly stroke my lower lip,
again masking the noise,
uncertain fear, ever-black changes,
there is just so much worry,
nonsense worry, that is never the point,
damn this time, reminded by thirst,
i just want that sore throat again,
physical exertion of mindless fun,
calmed with a carefree stretch,
present, i want the present,
a teethy smile provides one of my own,
love is all around me, surrounded by snot,
these concrete paths toward nature,
patched from time and broke,
guiding me to my place of beauty,
of clear sky, grass of greener, and as the water grows it will bring a homey clarity,
a figure eight of security,
the first journey has broken the glass,
presences blossoms aid,
this present holds a motionless peace and real warmth,
warmth in my heart and in my skin,

I want this everyday,

I just hope I will.

Cowriter: anonymous



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Dark Horns

Have you given up on me?

Moved on and onto better ones,

It’s my turn, I know,

But do I still sit back and vacuum in,

Or do I take a stance?

Despite our ticking clock of a bomb,

The sand keeps sinking

And we are becoming forked,

Is it for the better?

Is it inevitable?

May at May,

With cap and gown near,

Am I slipping? Are you slipping?

Outloud self-centeredness gut punches

The most selfish of all,

For a taste of own’s poison

Is a double-edged sword,

But what do I do now?

Make a silent exit and preserve what is left

With pickle juice and facade,

Or speak out with a tongue of fury and fortitude,

For what… May?

It’s too little time to care now,

I have fucked this too many times in the back shed,

And now I see the fruit of my loom,

So I sit in despair and helplessness for the fault is mine alone

And how can you fight yourself?

Guilt sprinkles an eerie horn,

But I shall sing with the crows,

Close my eyes,

And pray for sweet music in the morning,

You would hate my mind right now,

But I can’t catch it,

You smelled it earlier, so you lay on my floor now,

With your palms on your stomach,

And our melodic narration of a brighter yesterday

Hitting the sky and falling back,

You sway and stretch,

But I am lost so I cannot show you the way,

I have not been here before,

The rosebuds are in my neck but I can only feel the thorns,

This is the darkest my pupils have been for nearly half a lifetime,

For you,

The change is bout to happen…


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Those Eyes

Baby, I pose a cold push,

But I need you near,

Never listen to my dark gem,

Like an eerie negative, It’s not the true yang,

But ever-convincing, I know,

It’s always easier to believe pain,

You can’t deny its feel,

But with you, it couldn’t be more false,

A facade, a mirage,

A helmet for my heart,

I want you all around me,

But more than that,

I want you to want me all around you,

I don’t know what you are yet,

I don’t know how to wear you,

I’m scared to think of the potential depth and unmentionable timing,

So please baby, please,

Talk To Me,

Tell me everything,

I want to know it all,

How my eyes make you melt,

How my touch quivers your mind,

How my thought makes you soar,

How my pain strikes hard,

How my worst goes right through you,

I want to be your woman,

And that scares me,

Your silent bravery is a dangerously slow heartbeat,

Each spike nearly spurs ecstasy,

But the questioning wait persists,

I strive for raw clarity,

So I can wrap it with a bow for you,

Cupcake and my earthquake,

I have to close my eyes,

But there is still so much to say,

Three heavenly rivers in one twirl,

The music has stopped,

Reasons are exposed,

All because of your accidental outloud thought,

My world stops and my body erupts,

We should jump right in,

Hand in hand,

Heart in heart,

With the glow of a full moon and a festival of love,

Are we getting carried away?

Or is this reality?

Talk to me baby,

I need to hear it from your lips,

It won’t reach me any other way,

Are you ready for the crazy?

‘Cause it’s regrettably included,

Are you ready for the choices?

‘Cause I know what’s ahead and it hurts oh so good,

But only if you let it and let it in completely,

From a distance, a stranger’s glance,

It will shine white,

But close up, you will feel every color and respective baggage,

I am cursed with the need for reassurance,

I question love always,

I am sorry, I am so sorry,

But I hope you are not sorry,

I need you to be my nonjudgmental rock,

I need support even when I am wrong,

I need strength when I have been wronged,

I need so much,

But when it is all boiled,

All I really need,

Are those eyes,

Those eyes that look at every part of me with red passionate rays,

And overwhelmingly,

I just want to be everything for you.

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Electronics

Face time is the only real thing,

So many electronically removed touches,

They just don’t cut it,

They are sweet and will do but not for long,

I need the sweat,

I need the smell,

I need those eyes.

***Prelude to Those Eyes


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After the After

The sun is love and love is what?

Warmth? Fire? Red?

No, its undefinable,

If understood, it is nothing,

If controlled, it is imagining,

It is the shoes you stand on,

It is good and bad, dark and light,

When immersed in its beams,

The impossible is achieved,

New heights are realized and conquered,

Love thyself,

Can there be anything else that will truly last?

Or are we cursed with brief anguished unknown crystalline glaciers,

That melt as we gather knowledge and age,

The unknown is beautiful,

Mystery is addictively seductive,

But what happens next?

After the after…

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Boomer

Funky colors with cool cool undertones,

I love you so much,

With complexity heavenly pit deep,

Sometimes unintentionally used,

You are magical,

Energy like a medium swell,

Peaceful yet powerful,

I love you,

As thick as blood, I feel you,

Foolish acts yield endless laughter,

The best tool in life,

We know all too well,

You have taught me so much,

I thank you,

I thank you,

For your devotion to my growth,

For your tearful brick love,

For you lighthearted spice,

I love you,

Boys just don’t get it, do they?

Will they ever?

Of course, but are we patient enough?

That I am unsure,

But I am certain of surprises,

Ascend a friendly staircase,

And we enter our world again,

A triangle of perception,

The unearthed angles inevitable,

Create our painful contrast to our sunshine stare,

Acceptance,

Judgment as swift as the wind,

Channeling another decade,

While questioning the progressions of now,

Fly on by sweet angel,

I will always be by your side.

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