As I
Hear a good song
Be it
Classical music
Or techno
To rock
I cannot help but dance

You want to know about pain
Try going to sleep
Having nightmares about
Your trauma

You want to know about pain
Try waking up to
The flashbacks
Of the physical
Torture
You endured

Want to know about about pain
Try having people trigger you


Try living with it all your f*cking life

On the water
I find peace
In the air
I find zen
Driving and walking ruins
My moom

As i set on this boat
I meditate
Under the sun

What was I thinking about.

No I am not a psychopath
No I don't have bells palsy
No I am not a fire bug
No I am not a ******
No I am not a serious killer
No  I am not a criminal

It's called ptsd.
It's called human.

As xena sees
The
Flames
On the
Bare
Dead trees
She is faced
With
The fact
That she is in
Underworld
That to stay
For her past misdeeds.

I take a cup of coffee
With sugar and cream
When I look
At my cup I realize there is night scenery
In it instead of coffee
Should I drink this art.

I am wondering if
I should go out side
For my town is racist
And hate ful
But I have to grow the lady
*****
To say f*ck you to
The neo nazis.

As I stand there
With my
Umbrella
I am excepting to
Rain water
Not flames
For the plagues
Have come back
To **** man kind
Just like in Egypt
Thousands of years ago.

On Saturn's moon
Titan
There is a purple world
Purple mountains
Prurple lakes
And purple atmosphere
For God is the
Best vaporwave
Aesthetician.

I have to go
To my quavk
And
This is how unstable
My moodyness and
Brain is right now
For I hate her.

Just
Help
Someone
For
The
sake
of
helping
Another human being.

The bartender asked
Dark matter
What do you Want to
Drink
He said that he wanted
A tiny star
Innocent
On the rocks
Thus the star is gone.

Kissing in the
Park
In a dusky
Fog I throw my hand as I
Await his love
Who
Said forging
R a I n y days aren't
Romantic

I walk to fight
The demons
Of the past
That I fight inside me
So I go out for a walk
I the hopes that this battle
Royale
Can ease off
But sometimes
It does ease
And some times the painfull drama previails
So I take another walk.

As the summer
Comes to a close
A young
Geisha picks a flower
A
Dark pink poeny
Appreciating it
Before it falls apart.

The thing
I like about summer
Is
The thunderstorms
The louder
Brighter
And disturbing they
Are
The better
For they help me be entertained
Or fall asleep.

A quite listner
A quiet smile
Not sure if
I
Will
Have
A
Good
Or
Bad
Day.

After the first day of school
I remember getting into
Sh*t
So to avoid my parents yelling at me
I see on the back porch
Seeing the sun set
To quiet the mind

You
Said
I
Was
The
Most
Exotic
Flower

Dear doctors
How can you
Call yourselves human
Yet cause suffering to Hindus,
Muslims,
Jews and Buddhists
You are not human
You are **** ****.

Three people
Star gazing
On a beach
I wonder if
The are having a
Star
Party
If so
Count me invited

One
Winters night
I pear through
My
Cabin window and
See
The word why
Ablase
When everything
Is snow and ice

This clown is
Not a crying clown
But one that smiles
In the sun

It
Is
Hard
To
Let
Go
Of
Your
First
Love
When you're were made
For each other.

Evil doers
And unsavory
People
If I had the power
I would
Strick you down with a sign peace of lightning
During a storm
For I control
The weather.

As the trees
Stand up
Like wicks in a candle
Te green fire seems to
Set them ablaze
But unbenunce to anyone
It's the sky that's burning
Burning green.

Dearest Hill
Your are the only good thing in my life.  For I feel like a freak of nature and I you are the same boat. Your the only loving and comforting person I have and sifted heart that rivals my bed. I wish to cuddle in the love and softness.

Enough talk more action
As that I want you
To
Kiss me at sun
Down
On a fine September evening
On the back porch
Between sun set and dusk
I want more of you
And less pillow talk
My love.

Three teenagers
Standing
Like young solars
Up to no go
But under that orange sky
They have a cold one
What
Happens if they get caught
On this fine night.

Stain glasses windows
In a beautiful church
Has all the colors
Red
Orange
Yellow
Green
Blue
Purple
Violet
Pink
This is why I
Only went to church
To see the Colours.

A girl who love weat fields
Has died
From unknown
Causes
But she has not
Left a hole
In those she loved for every
Autumn
She popps up in the sky close
To the great Dipper
As comfort to everyone
She has touched.

A pretty little
Flower
Alas the last
Wildflower of
The summer
How sad.

Have
You
Ever
Been
Hated
For
Something
Traumatic
Happening
To
You­
And
Been
The
****
Of
Ignorance
And
Stereotyping
Because
Of
It.

As I walk out of the
Potteryplayhouse
There I see
Some dying roses
The seem to glow in the dark
As if changing colors.

As the rain ends and
My kitchen window
Is fogged up
I trace the words
I
Love
You
Hoping that they will come to you.

I still remember our kiss
As we hold eachother
We fell in love
With that kiss
Then parted ways after that
How I miss you
And your kisses.

I hate traffic lights so
Much
That I
Thought myself
To mediate
And be calm
So I can focus all
My negative
Engery and karma
On making them
Explode
With my mind

This is no
Poker face
This is no
Cocky smirk
I am actually smiling

As it rains
the ghosts of the
Traffic light
Spill out
To haunt the intersection
On this Halloween
Night
Happy sahoween

.

Though i am
My living room
I dream of looking
At the stars
And visiting the cosmos
Like my mind
I wonder how it works
So complex.

I do imagine
Me and
My love
Being together
At least once
If not forever
For I love him
And he
Loves me.

You
Keep
My
Vibrant
Colours
From
Fading
Away
On
Me

Freaking rush hour
I am either
Trying to get home
Or get to a flight
This time it's a flight
And there are many cars
Stop and go
Will I make it to my flight
On time
Or will I miss it because of
Rush hour.

As I
Hear the
Cricket
In
My house sing
As i fall asleep
I am
Instantly
Taking to a time
When the dipper was brighter
The crickets loud
Yet calming
As i practiced
Tae Kwon Do.

The star
Flower
Is
Showing of
A nebula of
Starts
Instead of
Pollin
What will the bees do.

I am angry
I am *******
I am enraged
I feel like my was going to explode
This morning
Over stupid small things
Don't sweet the small stuff.

Taking a flashlight
To the starry
Milky-way
I wonder if
He is doing the same looking for me
As i am him.

As I drive
Down this forest
winding road
I feel a chill going up
And down
My winding curved
Spine
As this was
Called the trail of tears
From long ago
Haunted.

Is this bat man
Is this joker
Who the hell knows
To me its just a happy
Go lucky person
Ready to tackle something
Of importance.

This smile
Tired
Though not forced
Is a sign that the
Day is good
That or she is thinking
Of her lover.