On the horizon I could see
Dreams become reality
Souls drifting in the sea
Looking for an opportunity

Finding a ray of hope
This feeling I was not looking for
Waiting in this exhausted world
I called to my thoughts

Warmth in this soul felt
The sadness in silence hummed
A wounded heart beat
All suffering lived

Tired of enduring pain
Unconditional love came
I was not allowed to dream
You show me how to feel loved again

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Chin up. Don’t be so contradicting.
You are the emblem of happiness
in your yellow dress
with your thick green legs
making us all green with envy.
Stand tall with that stalk of yours.
If you’re so sad, where’s the hope
for the rest of us in the garden,
living so close to the dirt, away
from what’s in your reach.
You complain of weeds
attracted to your rich roots,
just look up already–
it’s your job to eat the sunlight.
I live among beauties
but we are frail, and struggle
to bloom from the soil,
to blossom in a crowd.
Tower over us. We can’t
admire you while you droop.

I like your company
But I don’t need it
I have me
My not so secret lover

It’s taken many years
To concede and take my own love
As the greatest love
I can have

My self loathing, transformed
By not giving a damn
Collectively of what you think of me
My freedom should not be confused with your despair

Some say I love myself to much
I say, it’s not your time yet
Self love gives me the tools to love you
Listen to your heart, discount the noise

I wish my legs cannot walk
So that it will hurt me
And occupy me
From grieving over thee

I wish my lungs cannot breathe
So that I will fight to grab air
And that effort will keep me
From grieving over thee

I wish my eyes cannot see
So that I will cry for what I cannot see
And that cry will save me
From grieving over thee

I wish I cannot be
So that I will ever be happy
And that happiness will give me
What you could not give me

The dark cold night
A blank canvas
Able to be disrupted
By a simple spark

The recently dug pit
A hole in the sand
Nothing on its own
But a potential to be

Dry kindling in the center
The ability to start
The necessities of life
That allow achievement

Logs carefully placed
To feed the fire
To guide the flames
Into the dance we we prefer

A gust of wind
Simple moving air
Something so minuscule
that can misstep the goals

Something so beautiful
On the dark cold night
That could only be caused
By a simple spark.

The more I write about sex
The less I have to have it
My lover is perfection
Created by me for me
No fillers, corn starch or soy

He loves me…He loves me not
He loves me…He loves me not
He loved me yesterday… Today he says he can’t
He loves me but doesn’t let me love him
I love him and love him more for loving me
He loves me but hates me for loving him
He loves me but hates me too
Does he love me or hate me?
He loves me…He loves me not
Frailty, thy name is man.